Okay!! Special one shot for my 100th voter!! :) This is kinda like a songfic...sorta...LISTEN TO THE SONG COME HOME TO ME BY JUSTIN BIEBER!!! Sweetest song in the whole world!!! I'm IN LOVE with it.. :)
So...yea :) This one shot/songfic is based after that song. So sweet, and Justin's voice sure it sexi..lol xD Enjoy!! :D ALSO!! Throughout the story thing..I'll be fast forwarding throughout it.
You'll see. :) ALSO! Near the end...it says tht Justin sends a private message on twitter..idk if there are those! I dont care for twitter. (i dont have one anyways)
Come home to me
Come home to me
Back into my arms
Home where you belong
He's moving. He's been founded by a musical producer, and now is moving to Atlanta, Georgia. I'd have to wait until he visited to see his face again. Before hearing him whisper in my ear "I love you." and before feeling those soft, perfect lips against mine.
Friday, his last day here in Canada. Today I'd make it extra special, just for him. I'd do everything that he likes to do, even if I never did like it.
Just for him.
Come home to me
Come home to me
If home is where you are
Then home is way too far away
7:00. He was leaving around 1:30 this afternoon. I had at least a few hours with him. Along with all his friends, who are also my friends.
I drove up to his house. Justin stood on the front porch, boxes in hand, as he turned to talk to his mom. Big smile spread across his face as he turned to see me getting out of his car.
"Annika!" he said, and dropped the boxes in his arms at his feet so he could give me a hug. I hugged back, smiling. He gave me a peck on the cheek as we seperated.
Bending down to pick up the boxes again, his mom came over to give me a hug also. She was like a second mom to me. If I ever needed any help with anything, I'd come to her, unless my real mom wasn't as busy as she usually is.
"How are you?" I asked as she gave me a warm smile. Justin went to his car to put the boxes away as his mom and I walk into the house.
His grandma stood in the kitchen, the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes consuming the house. His granddad walked across the room, three boxes stacked ontop of each other in his arms. I gave him a wave, and he returned it with a smile.
Justin's mom lead me into the kitchen, where I took a seat at the table. His grandma gave me a small wave, and flipped a pancake.
"Hey Annika." she greeted.
"Hey." I said, and looked around. Oh how I was gonna miss coming in here in the mornings. Sometimes, before school, Justin would make me some breakfast. Even if I told him I wasn't hungry, he'd still fix me something. Even cereal.
Justin walked in shortly after I sat, and took a seat next to me. I gave him a big smile, and he returned it.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Your not happy to see me?" I asked, my smile fading slightly. He placed his hand ontop of my knee.
"No." he said. "I'm always happy to see you." I smiled again.
"Good." I said, laughing. "I just thought, since it was your last day here, we could hang out."
Justin smiled. "I'd like that,"
