Love and Consequences.

Chapter 14

(Justin) 

Wednesday flew by like a breeze. I couldn’t handle how fast time was getting away from me. Now it was Thursday? 2 more days and I’m out. Off to record the new album and tour. It was all going by too fast. 

Emily was snoring away in bed and I couldn’t stop from watching her. I grabbed my phone that was laying on the bedside table, and logged onto Twitter. The bad mentions of Emily and my relationship and settled, which was good. I needed to tweet, I hadn’t been tweeting as much as I usually did. 

“Quick message 2 all my beautiful beliebers, love u and i appreciate all ur love. ur amazing and will always be my inspiration. :)” I jabbed down the letters on my phone, and then placed it back on the bed side table as Emily began to lift her head. 

“Good morning.” I greeted her. 

“Lets go shopping.” She suggested confidently. 

“Eh..” I hesitated immediately. Shopping for me, wasn’t my first choice of things to do. 

“C’mon!” She said, climbing out of bed. 

“Only if you’ll come to dinner with me Friday night?” I tried to compromise. I had a sudden idea. 

Her face dropped. “Friday’s our last night..” 

“I know, that’s why it’s got to be special” I told her, poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Okay” she finally agreed. 

(Emily) 

“What are these for?” I asked Justin, as he handed me the pair of sunglasses. 

“Trust me, you’ll need them” Justin said, as I took them. 

“But for what?” I continued. 

“Paps.” 

“Oh yeah.” 

Justin opened the car door outside the massive plaza car park. We both got out, and he offered a hand for me to cling onto. 

He winked at me as I took and began to enter the shopping mall. At first we were unnoticed. I clung onto him tightly, trying to keep my head down and stay unnoticed. 

We ducked into a shop where I saw a cute dress. 

“Try it on, you can wear in on Friday night” Justin suggested, looking through more of the other clothes in the shop, not having a clue to what he was doing.  He was such a boy. 

I quickly leaped into the dressing room with a few dresses. Clutching the coat-hanger in the dressing room, I managed to wriggle my way into the first dress. I could almost hear Justin sitting outside the dressing room, twitching and fiddling with his hands. 

I took a quick glance at the purple dress. It made me look ridiculously like a plum. It was just above the knee, and was a very saggy, casual type of dress. Looked good on the hanger, but not on my body. 

“Are you done?” Justin’s voice rang from outside. He was unbelievably impatient. 

“Yup. But I’m not coming out.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I look like a plum.”

“You’re over exaggerating, I’m sure.” 

“Nope.” 

“Yes, now come out, or I’ll have to come in.” 

How did Justin manage to fight his way and win every argument we had? I grumbled for a while and then flicked the curtain of the fitting room open.