I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Sixteen

 

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The first thing I did, was gasp in shock.

Running over to where he was, I glazed over the fact that I must have looked crazy with my hair flying all about behind me thanks to the wind, but all I wanted to do was hug him. Justin. Throwing my arms around his neck was I neared him, I drew in a deep breath.

"Justin, I'm so, so sorry. I just. . . I don't know. . . Overreacted or something," I mumbled in embarrassment, feeling humiliated at my actions. "I'm sorry. I just need time to figure this out, okay? Everything happened in a day and I'm slow and I need time. I promise that's all I need."

Letting out a quiet huff, he peeled my arms off him, pulling me away from him. In confusion, I dropped my arms to the side, trying to find an answer on his face but I couldn't find anything. Until the time I looked into his eyes, he grinned shortly after, with his eyes doing the complete same thing.

Seeing him smile honestly made me feel better. But nonetheless, I'm still mad at myself for hurting him. I'm so glad he wasn't the kind of guy to stay mad forever, or else I'd die.

"I'm sorry. . ." I whispered, lowering my gaze. I didn't have the guts to look at him.

"It's okay, baby," he chuckled. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have left without saying anything, and I was just mad at myself for behaving the way I do, and not thinking before I speak and stuff. I'm sorry, it's not your fault."

I didn't what else to say or how else to string my words up, so I nodded instead, still keeping my head dropped.

"Let's go home," he finally said tangling our fingers together neatly, as we quietly made our way back home, like the couple I had just seen.

People constantly say 'Our hands fitted each other' just for the sake of fun, without meaning it. But I'm telling you, Iabsolutely mean it when I say that, because there's no other way for me to describe how well our fingers actually fit.

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"Oh, you guys are back!" Pattie exclaimed, making me purse my lips in for one quick second. Mom raised an eyebrow at me, so I mirrored it at her. I swear I'm the younger her.

"Yes?" I cocked an eyebrow down, waiting for her to speak but she shrugged me off and carried on eating her spaghetti. "Oh, Christ, there's spaghetti today. . ."

Squeezing my hand, Justin inched his face closer to mine.

"Hey, I'm bringing you on a date, tomorrow evening, okay?" He whispered into my ear, making the guilt inside me to heighten. We'd just gotten very quickly over our first quarrel after being together? For like less than a day, and he already wants to bring me on a date.

How couldn't I feel bad about it?

Nodding slowly, I flashed him a smile.

"Now, let's get our stomachs filled―I'm starved," he chuckled, bringing the both of us towards the dining table with our palms still pressed together tightly.

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