Too Dumb to Figure Out I'm a Girl, Huh, JB? (Original Version)

Too Dumb to Figure Out I'm a Girl, Huh, JB? part 21

*Btw, could someone please design a cover for this story and/or Justin Bieber Gave Me Back My Music... and the Prize Was My Heart? If u could just email them to me at emilieghdadams@yahoo.com, that would be amazing! Thank you!!! :)*

AJ's POV

"Scooter, I said "no"," I heard Justin say from the living room as I listened at the top of the stairs.

"Justin, the contract has already been signed. You can't just back out," Scooter said impatiently. "Besides, you're really good friends, you've dated in the past... What's up? Is there another girl?" I held my breath, waiting for the answer. Please, say me, I begged internally. He sighed.

"No, there isn't another girl," he said, defeated. "I'll do it, I'll be Selena's fake boyfriend." My eyes filled up, and I tore upstairs.

I made it up to my room before breaking down in sobs, face buried in my pillow. "Maybe I was wrong," I whispered to myself. Maybe I don't deserve someone as amazing as Justin. This is probably just God's way of telling me.

I cried for a few more minutes, then got up and angrily wiped the tears away. If I wasn't worth it, I wouldn't try. Crying about something does absolutely nothing.

I decided to go to my special place, the music room. But I didn't want to be alone. I pressed the button on the intercom system and announced to every room in the house that there would be band practice in the music room in ten minutes.

I grabbed my favorite guitar, the one Pattie had sent me for my birthday three years ago. It was light blue, with a smooth-wooded neck, and the words, "A star has five points, as you have five loves."

She knew everything about me, so she knew that I love 1.) Justin, 2.) music, 3.) animals, 4.) my truck, and 5.) my friends and family. That's why my lucky number is five, and my symbol is a star. When I write I's, I don't dot them, I star them.

When I got to the music room, everyone was setting up. I took a stool and sat myself infront of the mic. I didn't even bother tuning, I just started strumming and just sang what came to mind:

The brush of your touch

on my skin.

The hushed world is silent

where do I begin?

I felt like I was on the outside,

always lookin' in.

You were my life, my only

obsession.

But I've got the key to the truck

in my shaking hands.

Hoping with all I've got,

that you'll understand.

I get behind the wheel,

listen to the radio play your favorite song.

I drive away, my cheeks

wet with tears. Now I'm moving on.

Hide how I feel from

the rest of the world.

How did I believe I could

ever be your girl?

I thought somehow destiny

would let her sails unfurl.

But I've been let down, disappointed

too many times before...