Justin's POV
The world still doesn't know I'm dating Ariana yet... At least I don't think.
But since the whole Kyle situation is out of the way, I think we can announce it.
Not that is dating is a huge deal, I just don't want to hide it anymore. I just wanna go out and hang out with her.
"Babe," I called.
She didn't answer.
"Babe?" I called again.
No answer.
"Ariana?"
"Hmm? Yeah?"
"I called you like 3 times, are you okay?"
"OH! You were calling me? Oh okay, sorry, I have to get used to it," she laughed embarrassedly.
"It's okay, so, wanna go out for a walk?"
"Outside?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna drive to a park,"
"I don't know,"
"C'mon, we can't hide forever,"
"Why not? We got food,"
"I wanna ride my skateboard, just come, please?"
She doesn't answer, and just looks down.
"What're you afraid of?" I ask, sitting next to her on the couch.
"Nothing, I'll come,"
"No, seriously, what's bothering you so much? Do you not want the world to know?"
"I'm just afraid that Kyle will be there,"
"You think out of all the places, he'll find you?"
"I don't know,"
"Come, don't be so paranoid,"
"I can't help it," she says, biting her sleeve.
"I'm here, plus I can call my body guards over, it's no big deal,"
"It's okay, don't call them, let's just go,"
"I'm not forcing you to, if you don't want to go it's fine,"
"I said it's okay, I'll come, let's go,"
"Okay," I sigh, grabbing my keys from the counter.
Ariana opens the door to the garage and gets into the car.
"Babe, we're taking the Audi,"
"Oh, okay," she said, getting out of my Ferrari and into my Audi.
I got into the car and waved the garage remote to the sensor for it to open.
I drove out to the gate and waved my card at the sensor for it to open. I look over at Ariana and she's just picking at her fingers.
She looks out the window and sees people in the car next to us staring at her. Their phones were coming out of their pockets and about to record. I drove away quickly and Ariana sunk down in her seat.
"Babe," I called.
"Hmm?" She replied.
"Are you okay?" I ask, putting my right hand on her thigh.
She nodded.
When we made it to the park, I got out of the car. Paparazzi came out of their cars, and towards us.
"Yo, guys, chill out," I say, blocking the lens from my face.
Some went to Ariana.
"Guys, listen!" I slightly shout. "Can you give us some privacy please?"
