Temptations (A Jariana Story)

Chapter Ten

A R I A N A
[Update Date: April 29th, 2016]

My mind was open with thoughts of why Jake rushed in like that. Jake was the one that rushed us into a relationship, anyways.

I stared at the dark ceiling. The only light was the moonlight coming from the window. I couldn't sleep. My life is such a mess and I just got better with Justin. . . and now there's drama with Jake.

How lovely?

Groaning, I slid out of bed and grabbed my white, fuzzy slippers and dragged my feet on the floor to my closet for a jacket. I wanted to go to the park but who goes to the park at two in the morning? Grabbing a jacket, I went to my door to the balcony and slid it open. Sitting down on the outside, white, couch, I stared at the Los Angeles view of cars and pretty lights.

"Ariana?" I heard Kylie walk out from her bedroom to our balcony. She wrapped her arms around her jacket as she slowly walked toward me. Probably from being tired.

"Hey, Ky. What are you doing awake?" I whispered as she sat down next to me. My feet curled up under me as the little wind hit us. I wrapped my jacket more around my body and gripped it. Sighing, I looked at Kylie.

"Just thinking. I couldn't sleep," she answered, her voice seeming lighter than usual. "What about you? Why are you out here?"

"Just admiring the beautiful Los Ange—"

"Don't start with the excuses, Ariana. I heard about the Jake fight."

"How?"

"So, Justin tweeted," she said as she turned away from me to look at the view. My heart started racing as I tried to be calm, looking where she was.

"What did he tweet, Ky? We don't got all night." I snapped.

"You're sleepy but you can still give me sass?" She chuckled. "He tweeted that you guys are back to being friends and the overprotective boyfriend of yours started yelling at you."

Smh. This is why he doesn't have the personal life he wants. He always tells the word about fights of us and updates on his life. That's a blessing and a curse.

"He didn't personally tweet you but it's pretty obvious it's about you or Selena." Kylie cleared up. "Sorry, bubs."

"Bubs?"

"Sorry, I call my nephew that," we both laughed as she shook her head in embarrassment. "Can you go to sleep?"

"No."

"Come on, Ariana. You can't have men take over your brain. We're going to a party later tonight."

"We are?" I clarified, my eyes widening.

"Eh. I made some plans. It's actually here. So you can't skip it, even if you tried to."

"Kyl—"

"Shush!  I have to head to bed. Please go too. Count sheep or the damn stars. Just head to bed." She mumbled as she went back in her room.

"You're tiring me out." I whispered to myself before slowly walking in my room.

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Waking up with water surrounding around my eyes, I noticed I cried myself to sleep. Sighing, I slid out of bed and went downstairs to get coffee. Honestly, I doubt I even am in the mood to party anymore and we're having one tonight.

"Ready for tonight?" Kylie asked, walking in with a messy bun.  "Starts in five hours so, that is eight o'clock. It's gonna be lit!"

"Kylie, I already told you I don't want to." I whispered.

"What is going on with you?  You used to want to party all the damn time and now it seems like you're a party pooper." She exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," I said, putting my head down in embarrassment.  I didn't want to seem like a wimp or anything. . . I'm just not in the mood . . . at all. "Can you just understand this, please?"

I heard her blow a piece of loose hair on her face out of the way.  It was clear she was disappointed but I couldn't do anything about my life completely disappearing.

Feeling my heart squeeze, I took deep breathes as I noticed I wasn't feeling well.

"Whatever, Ariana," Kylie scoffed. "Got to go."

She went outside, got in her car, and probably went to Starbucks. I didn't care where she was going, though. 

Running toward the bathroom, I started feeling hot.  Grabbing a thermometer, I quickly washed it and shoved it in my mouth. After waiting around a minute, it buzzed to show it was done and it was 104 degrees. . . damn.

Hearing a knock at the door, I suddenly felt like I lost all energy completely.  Shaking my head, I slowly went over to the door and opened it to reveal Justin. My mind flooded, it literally felt like it.

"Woah!  Are you alright?" Justin asked, his eyes filled with worry. 

"Uh. . ." I mumbled, my vision being blurry.  "I don't think s—"

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[A/N: the italics mean something. Just :) !!!]

Fluttering my eyes open, I noticed my heart wasn't beating that quick anymore. Putting my hand over my chest, I didn't feel it at all.  My mind was clear and the world seemed to be quiet.  I was currently on what seemed like a cloud and I. . . was I in heaven?

"Ariana, nice to finally meet you," a man walked over and held his hand out to me to shake it. Slowly getting up, I held my hand out for him and shook his hand. "I'm Justin Bieber."

"I'm Ariana, I think," I shook my head. "Sorry, I'm not thinking well."

"It's alright.  Everything is gonna be alright."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't forget me okay?"

"Justin," I whispered. "What?"

"Don't forget me.  Promise me."

"I'll try," I said, confused.  "But, what do you mean?"

"Nothing, Ariana. Have a nice rest." He mumbled before walking away. 

I felt like I needed to run after him but I didn't have the energy to. It felt like my feet were stuck to the cloud.