Stranger (Justin bieber)

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The sky was blue. Not the normal blue like any other California night. It was a lighter blue that slowly faded into pink and then into a light purple. Kind of like cotton candy. It was quite amusing and distracting.

My 5 year old brother tapped my arm, waking me from my gaze. His hazel eyes stared down at me with sadness as I stood up from the edge of the dock.

"Louie, what's wrong now?" I ask him, taking his small hand and holding one to my side. "Can you swing me? My friends left." He says. I simply nod and walk to the bright green swing set as he jumps in a seat.

"Ready?" I smile as I stand behind the swing ready to push. He giggles and I swing him, watching the sky turn from purple to black. A short thirty minutes later we decide it's time to leave.

It's still hard for me to process that just 3 months ago I was in my small home town in Tennessee, enjoying the weather there. Sunny, and beautiful. California is different, it's sunny but it's so busy here.

"Ok buddie," I look over at Louie who is grinning at me from the passenger seat. "Get inside and go to bed. I'll come tuck you in in just a few minutes." I smile. He runs from the driveway and enters our new, lovely, white, two story house.

I take my keys and put them in my purse before gathering my things and shutting the door to walk inside.

I hear a deep voice clear their throat and my head shoots over to the yard right beside mine. It's him. The boy that always watches me like this. His stare is empty, as if he's hurt and wants attention. But for the past week the stares are filled with even more want and need. I simply smile as he turns back to his phone that's in his hand.

He focuses back on what ever he's doing and I can't help but stare at him from the other side of my car. Admiring his beauty. I would be lying if I said he wasn't attractive. The way his jaw line structured his face and his eyes were a deep brown. His chizzled body was traced with tattoos running up and down both his arms. I enter my home.

"Mom, I'm home. Me and Louie went to the park." I shout through the house as I lock the front door. "Ok sweetie! Louie ran upstairs and is already asleep in his bed. I'll see you in the morning goodnight!" I hear from upstairs.

I walk up the stairs with a feeling of the need to know about that boy next door. He seems lonely, sad and depressed and I'm the kind of person that wants to know exactly why. I walk into my room and relax on my soft bed before looking over and out my window where I can see his yard perfectly.

The inside of his house is lit up and then about 5 seconds later I hear screaming and yelling coming from his house. It's extremely loud, and being the person I am; I had to go check it out.

I rise up and put on my small throw over coat that's hanging on my door and I walk swiftly out the door and across my yard to his. I have a nervous feeling in my stomach as I approach. The yelling suddenly stops as the boy walks out.

For some reason his stare was angry, annoyed. He shut the door behind him and came to stand Infront of me. "Um hi..." I say. He runs his fingers through his hair and puffs out a loud sigh. "What do you need?" He snaps. My eyes wander down his arms as I notice all his tattoos up close. His white tank top was slightly stained and he had a slightly bleeding cut above his eyebrow but I just ignored it. What was happening in his house?

I suddenly make eye contact with him and his brown eyes look very mad.

"I-I heard yelling coming from this way, I came to see if everything was ok." I smiled to enlighten him but it was useless. He shook his head.

"everything is fine here." He snapped again.

His eyes looked me up and down, I tried to ignore it by looking away. My heart began to beat fast as he bit his lip, looking at me ,waiting for me to speak.

"Alright. Well, just checking..." I said walking from his porch. "Thanks." He said in almost a whisper as he turned back to his door. When I saw the back of his head, it was like seeing a model. His back was big and muscular and his hair was blonde and messy. An angel's wings tattoo was spread on the back of his neck.

"My names Justin." I heard. He suddenly turns around and stops before turning the knob to go inside. I nod, "Tyler." I say. He grins, trying to still look a little angry. I walked back home with a feeling of accomplishment, I got his name.

This Justin kid was so strange but so attractive and intriguing. I was destined to learn more about him.

I open the door to my house and shut it before leaning back against it, breathing heavily. Something about him made it hard to catch a breath.