sorry // justin bieber

49.- blueish skin

Justin

When I walk into her room I can't help but smile.

The walls are painted in white, except for one on the opposite side of her bed, which is a light blue like the color of the sky. She has a single size bed with amazing bedding, like psychedelic dye. Over her desk, on the blue wall there's a bunch of pictures like posters and album covers. There's one that quotes the song Teenagers by My Chemical Romance, and next to it, there's a picture of a garden filled with flowers of many soft colors, and I wonder how does all of that is part of the same person. There's a window between the bed and the desk that faces the street and above us, where it's supposed to be the ceiling, there's glass.

There's a frickin window instead of the ceiling, it's amazing. It reminds me of the show Hey! Arnold.

"Wow" I whisper looking at her room.

"I know, pretty cool" she says leaning agains the door.

While I'm still looking at her roof-window, she opens her closet doors and pulls out a blanket from the top shelf, which she next lays on the floor along with a pair of pillows.

"Have a sit" she invites me while lying on the blanket, leaving me space to do the same.

For a moment we just lie there side by side. The only contact between us is the touch of our arms, letting us know that this is real and actually happening.

I'm at the house of the girl I met months ago via twitter. If someone would've told me this I would've said "you're nuts", but now, lying next to her under the San Francisco sky with the moonlight as our only source of illumination, I think I couldn't be more right than this. My heart finally feels on place.

"This is really special for me" her voice breaks the silence between us, "the «roof», I mean", she tilts her head slightly towards me. 

I just stay there listening.

"My dad built it for me" she continued, "so I could watch the stars like we used to when I was little, even when he wasn't around, at anytime I wanted to".

I turn my head to the side to look at her, but she's looking up at the sky. Her skin gains a blueish tone under the moonlight. And she seems to be really into her story.

"Where is he?"

"He's in Chile now" she tells me, "he's working on an observatory at the north side of the country. Apparently they have amazing observatories and telescopes and all those stuff my dad's crazy about over there".

"How often do you see him?" I hear myself asking with a worried tone.

"It depends" she tells me, "usually every two months or so" her voice cracks a little at the end and when I look at her, she's wiping a tear off her cheek. "I'm sorry", she forces a laugh.

"It's okay"

"I just... He's like, my buddy, you know?" she squint her eyes, "I feel really bad for saying this, but I get along with him better than I do with my mom, and it really sucks because he's never here". She takes a deep breath, "and when he does, my mom keep picking fights with him over stupid things, it's so frustrating", she sighs and her breath comes out a little shaky.

"I'm sorry" I say in barely a whisper. I reach out my hand up to her cheek to wipe with my finger the tear that's threatening to make its way down.

"Thank you for being here" she replies with a sad smile on her face.

And when she smiles, I know I can trust the girl with the blueish skin the thing that's been bugging me for a while now.