Next morning, or should I say afternoon, I woke up.
The first thing I did was roll on my side and check what time it was; 13:04. Fuck.
The only reason I had woken up was because I was starving, if I wasn't I would've happily slept for another couple of hours or so.
I shuffled downstairs and through the large, white hallway. There was post on the floor so I skimmed through the various letters.
Bills, bills, some company crap and a letter to mom. Great, nothing for me, not that I was expecting anything anyway.
I made myself some cereal and a smoothie and I turned on the tv and sat in silence.
I was prepared for a whole day alone when the doorbell rang.
I sighed heavily as if opening the door was the biggest chore on earth and opened the tall, black door.
Standing there, on my door step like two days before, was Justin.
"Hey Julia, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out since I know you'll probably be lazy as fuck anyway," he smirked. His milky, brown eyes twinkled in the afternoon sunlight and he was fully dressed, a white t-shirt that was too long for him, light blue washed jeans and some vans.
"Hey! language you cheeky bastard, and yeah, sure I'd like to hang out but do you wanna come in since you see what I'm dressed in," I gestured towards my pj's and then went back into the kitchen, finishing of my smoothie.
He sat in silence watching me the whole time.
Once I finished I put the glass into the dishwasher. "Aren't you gonna tell me where we're going to 'hang out' Bieber," I laughed quietly. I hated the echo in this house.
"Just get dressed Julia, you'll see,"
"Ooh feisty, I like it!" I joked before going up to my room, he followed me.
Once we reached my door I turned around smugly, "sorry Mr Bieber but you'll have to wait here,"
"Oh really? I've seen that body many times before, it's familiar to me," a cheeky Justin replied.
This made me blush and I went in then gently closed the door.
I put on the first things that fell into my sight and looked decent, they turned out to be light blue washed skinny jeans and a white tank top.
"Ready? Oh god you're taking longer than you used to!" He whined in a jokey way.
"Shut up!" I called.
I slipped on my superstars and then looked in the mirror.
Shit.
I realised we would be matching, so like any other fashion conscious girl, I wanted to change my trousers.
So I took out some black skinny jeans instead.
I was about to but them on when Justin opened the door and walked in.
Shit.
"Woahh, baby that ass has become bigger!" He laughed walking up to me.
I just stood there in my panties and threw my hands onto my hips.
"Get out Justin," I scrunched my nose and poked out my tongue. "Now, you fuckboy!"
"Ouch," he replied sarcastically and came closer to me until we were millimetres apart. "I miss you," he whispered.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and let him hold me, "I miss you too," but before he could kiss me I pushed him away and laughed, "I need to put some pants on,"
When we finally made it outside Justin lead me to his car across the fence. It had been so long since I had stepped into that front yard, I almost forgot what his house looked like from that angle. Large, huge in fact, white beams and light yellow walls. Tall Windows and a big black door, just like mine. We had so much fun and memories in our houses.
He got into the drivers seat of his Jeep and I sat in the passengers, of course.
The first thing he did was put on the air-con, and it was so pleasantly familiar watching him flick and fiddle with the buttons and switches, I truly had missed him I guess.
We had been driving for 10 minutes in a comfortable silence until either of us spoke.
"How's the last couple of years been?" Justin politely asked, I found it quite ironic.
"Horrible, actually, ever since you left all the kids just turned on me and there's always a rumour involving me and they just do what they want with me and it's like no matter what I do, I get made fun of. It's not bullying, because bullying is when you let it affect you. Well this time I guess it did-"
"What? What happened Jules baby?" He was genuinely concerned but my heart skipped a beat when he called me Jules and baby, only him and my parents ever called me that, well now only my mom does.
"Well me and my bo-" I stopped. What was I doing? I had a boyfriend. And I couldn't tell Justin.
"You and your what?"
I didn't hear him, I was too busy telling myself I would break up with Chase this evening when I called him.
"You and your what?" Justin repeated, which snapped me back into reality.
"Me and my friend, you remember Yasmine right?" I pulled a fake smile.
"Of course, Yasmine the girl from Congo,"
"Yeah, you know what never mind I forgot what I was going to say!" I laughed.
Lies.
Justin laughed with me, a genuine laugh.
We sat in comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey.
I started to realise where we were going, I knew the route like the back of my hand I don't know how I didn't realise earlier.
Justin was taking me to our secret spot. The spot where we spent so many afternoons and nights together.
The edge of the forest.
