the perfect crime [justin bieber]

01 | "hop on."

jordan

Sunday. The best day of the week, if you ask me. It really represents everything that is important to me: religion, family, and of course, the business.

My alarm went off at 9:00AM and since it was Sunday, I didn't mind being woken that early. 9:00 isn't that early, but come on, who wouldn't want to sleep in until something like 12PM? Anyway. Today I didn't want to wake up at 12PM because that would mean I'd miss the church service, which started at 11AM sharp. I immediately noticed that the other people I was living with - my mom and dad - had already woken up as well, judging from the breakfast sounds coming from downstairs. All I wanted now was to finish getting ready fast, so I could join them.

I knew I didn't really have to look outside to judge what the weather would be like, but I did it anyway. When I opened the curtains, the early morning sunlight shone into my room, making sure my mood was even better. I mean, I could have expected the good weather, it's June in San Francisco for goodness sake, but it's still nice to get a confirmation through the soft sunlight in the morning.

My feet automatically made their way to my wardrobe, eager to start the day. I was doing little dances while picking out my clothes: a black high neck velvet dress, which fell just above my knees and flowy around my hips. For church it was appreciated, required even, to dress decent and modest. My church wasn't too strict, so they wouldn't make a big deal out of my showing knees and bare shoulders. Underneath the dress I decided for black boots with a small heel. And the absolute most important part: my little cross necklace. I bought it for myself the moment I started to realize who God exactly was and I saved up for weeks to get it. With that jewelry around my neck I always felt close to Him whilst showing the outside world what I stood for. The necklace was one of those where the cross isn't exactly a pendant, but it's included in the roundings of the necklace. It was a pretty short chain, so it fell high in my neck; it looked perfect with the high neck dress.

While facing the clothes I carefully put down on the bed, I noticed that the outfit I had picked out had little color in them. To give it a little contrast, I added some wine colored lipstick. After washing up and brushing my teeth, I put the outfit on and applied the lipstick. Finally, I made my way downstairs.

"Good morning y'all!" I placed a kiss on both my mom and dad's cheek.

"Good morning sweetheart." My mom replied. My dad just gave me a nod with a sweet, but stern smile. Then he took a sip of his coffee. It might seem a little distant, but I guess that's just how he was. It has been like this since forever and it never felt weird to me. We all knew, and felt, that we love each other very much, and I think my dad didn't feel the constant need to let me - or anyone else, for that matter - know how much he cares about them. Although it never felt weird, sometimes it did make me sad a little. I mean, I knew he cared about me and loved me very much, I'm the type of person that needs that confirmation from time to time. Without it, I can feel rejected. Abandoned, even. His seriousness that makes him quite the opposite from lovey dovey is that if we ever get in conflict, there's a big chance that was the reason.

We calmly enjoyed breakfast together, until the clock hit 10:30AM. It was time to leave for church. I already heard the roaring of a motorcycle outside, bringing a big smile on my face. Even though he didn't live next door anymore - he moved out to a beautiful penthouse, age 18 - he still came to pick me up every time. Within seconds I was outside. "Bieber!" I yelled at him, a wide grin spread over my face. He wore a white blouse, jeans and black Clarks. Again: modest, but not too uptight or old fashioned.

"Stallone." He said in a fake-intimidating way.

"You need to work on that." I put my arms around him and he immediately responded by pulling me into his arms. We stood there for a few seconds before we let go of each other again.