WAITING

❎Two❎

Justin Bieber's POV

         I was watching some movies with Dylan, my boyfriend. He's so cute, I can't stop looking at his face. We met in the beach, and already in relationship when summer last year. Yes I'm gay. My family didn't know about that, and I won't let my family knows about I'm gay.

         I'm 22 years old, I'm working as editor at Bieber Company, my Dad's Company. My Mom and Dad forcing me to get married because they want a grandchildren. If I'm married, my Dad giving his Company to me. Dylan didn't know about this. I don't know what should I do, I don't know how to tell him.

         I'm going to Washington DC tomorrow for business in a month. I'll tell him and break up to our relationship when I arrived in Washington DC later. And I don't know what's next. Maybe I'll look for a girl to become my false girlfriend to show her to my parents. If I was told to get married, I will make a contract to her. I will try to forget Dylan, and maybe I can try to be a normal guy.

         "You didn't watch the movie , but I am, right?" Dylan interrupts my reverie.

         "Yeah." I laughed softly.

         "Always like that. Can you just wacth the movie for once?"

         "I can't."

         "Why?"

         "Because you're my movie."

         "Cheesy."

         "Cheesy but true."

         He laughed and pinched my waist. Then I tickle his belly. His burst of laughter filled the room. I stopped tickling him because he was out of breath. Then his gaze blank and play my shirt. He looks sad.

         "What is it?" I asked.

         "You'll going to Washington DC tomorrow in a month." He looked down.

         "You will get used with the distance thing." Don't look at his eyes, don't look at his eyes. I kept repeating it in my head.

         "Something's wrong with you." Oh no, does he knows? What should I say?

         "W-what?"

         "The wrong is there's a small pimple on your temples." He laughed, pointing at my temple with his index finger.

         "Uh- really?" I asked awkward at the same time relieved that he didn't know.

         "Yeah, glad it's just a small pimple."

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         I 've been at the airport together with Dylan. I forbid him to come but he insisted.

         "You really have to go?" He asked.

         "Yeah, we've talked about this."

         "Take care of yourself well, call me if you've landed."

         "I will, take care of yourself, too." I kissed his forehead quickly so that no suspicion of others, even gay here is a common thing, but I don't want the public to see me with the gay side.

         "Goodbye."

         "Goodbye."

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A/N : I know this is a very short chapter, but please vote and comment, thank you.