Forever And Always (Season 2 of Long Time No Seen)

Chapter 1:

*JUSTIN'S POV* I open my eyes and look to my right, expecting to see Melani's sleeping body. But of course, she wasn't there. That's how I woke up every morning for the past three months. "Hey man." I look up and see Christian. "Hi." I whisper. He jumps onto the bed and lands laying down. Christian: "Something on your mind?" I sigh and nod. Christian: "Melani?" Me: "Yep." He pats my back. Christian: "Don't worry, man. I'm sure you two will meet again and fix things." I bite my lip. Me: "I hope so." We walks off. It's been 91 miserable days since I last saw her. I spent many nights waiting for her to call me and say she misses me, or loves me. But the call never came. I tried calling her but she never picked up. I call her, text her, tweet her, talk about her in interviews, but I highly doubt that she's seen, heard, or read any of it. I call Becca but she refuses to give the phone to her. I try asking Mary, but she won't either. Becca keeps me updated on how Melani's doing.. She's now out of the hospital but has a cast on her right arm and a couple scars. She's healing slowly, but steadily. I get up and drag myself to the hotel bathroom. It was a chilly December day in New York. Yep, it's December. December 17th, to be precise. A week before Christmas and exactly three months since I left. I stare at myself in the mirror and see a dead soul. I rarely ever call myself sexy anymore because without Melani, all I see is a troubled Justin. I groggily brush my teeth in the shower, missing Melani more than I have since I left. Maybe because it's exactly three months since that day. Or maybe it's because I won't be spending Christmas or New Years with her. I'd always dreamed of having a girlfriend during these special holidays. Snuggling by the fire, sharing hot cocoa, eating marshmallows. But I couldn't. I offered some tickets to come see me to Mary but she denied it. I get changed into my warm Batman PJ's and it brings the memories back. Every 17th of each month since I left, I did I everything I could to do the things I did with Melani. I slip on a grey t-shirt and walk out into the hallway, going over to mom's room. Mom: "Justin what are you doing? Why are you wearing that?" Me: "It's the Third Melani day." I say blankly. Mom: "Sweetie, you have to forget-" Me: "Don't tell me to forget her. She wants me to remember her." She sighs and shakes her head slowly. Me: "Can we go out and eat ice cream?" Mom: "It's cold outside." I shrug. Me: "Please mom.." She sighs again. Mom: "Take Kenny with you." I nod and hug her. Me: "Bye mom." Mom: "Bye. Don't come back too late. You have a radio interview!" She yells as I run out of the room. Me: "I know!" I go over to Kenny's room and knock. Me: "Kenny open!" A minute later, a sleepy Kenny comes up at the door. Me: "C'mon man. We're getting some ice cream." He stares at me weirdly. Kenny: "It's 9 in the morning. It's freezing cold outside and you want ICE CREAM?" I grin. Me: "Yep." He groans. Kenny: "Lemme just go get ready." I nod and go back to my room. I fall down onto the bed and pull out my phone. Phone call number 91. I call the number that's engraved into my system. Once again, it goes to voicemail. I sigh loudly and start on my message. "Hi Melani... It's day number 91 now. I know you never listen to these messages, but I won't give up until you at least say hi back. I miss you KitKat. I hope you're doing good now." I laugh sadly. "Um, well I guess that's all I have to say for now. Tomorrow's number 92. Bye. I love you..." I slowly drop my phone onto the bed. I've been calling her everyday since I left. It was weird, because I thought she'd miss me. But apparently I was wrong. Kenny and I go to an ice cream parlour down the street, trying to avoid the fans. I mean, I love them but I need this day to myself. We walk into the parlour and get some ice cream. I got chocolate with peanut butter, Melani's favorite. I thought it tasted horrible but I ate it anyway. I stared at my ice cream, imaging Melani eating it. The cute face she made when it got too cold. I sigh loudly and lean on my hand. I miss you Melani. So much. *MELANI'S POV* Looking out at San Francisco on the Golden Gate Bridge [a/n I went thurr berfore and it's like, AWESOME! lmfao xD] always seemed to calm me down. 91 days of misery. Check. I miss Justin, everyone knows that. Everyone except Justin. I've watched, read, and listened to everything he's said about me. About us. He always says I don't listen to his messages, but I do. I listen to, and remember, every word that he says in those 91 voice mails. I write everything he says, in case I forget. Justin truly loves me. I know that now.. But I just can't make myself love him again. It hurts too much to love him. My phone vibrated, right on time. He calls at the same time everyday. Even if he's in a different time zone, he always seems to know the right time. I silently answer the call and listen to what was supposed to be a voicemail. "Hi Melani... It's day number 91 now. I know you never listen to these messages, but I won't give up until you at least say hi back. I miss you KitKat. I hope you're doing good now." He laughs sadly. "Um, well I guess that's all I have to say for now. Tomorrow's number 92. Bye. I love you..." I write down what he says in my notebook. Number 91. We're both counting the days we've been apart, yet it's like we're slowly drifting away on our own. I put my notebook back into my bag, and stare back out at the city. San Francisco, you're different without Justin. The place seems more dull now, it's cloudy everyday. My eyes trail down to the scar on my arm. All my other scars were fading by now, but this one is staying. But that wasn't the thing I was creeped out by. The weird thing was, it was shaped like a heart. I always wonder if it was just a coincidence. I sigh a start walking back home. I stop at the crosswalk in front my house. It brought back those horrible memories. I still have nightmares about it. But not about the crash, about Justin. His face when he was holding me in his arms. But that's all I remember. I bite my lip and quickly cross the street over to my house. Alex was asleep on the couch while mom was watching her soaps. Mom: "Hi sweetie." Me: "Hi.." I say glumly. Mom: "How was the traffic?" Me: "Not bad.. Can I go to the Chocolate Factory later?" She turns and looks at me. Mom: "What for?" Me: "It's three months." I whisper. She gives me a weird look. Mom: "Three months for what?" I sigh. Of course she wouldn't know. No one does. Well, maybe except for Alex but whatever. Me: "Can I just go, please?" She nods. Mom: "Just don't be home later than 5." I nod and drag myself upstairs. Since it's the 17th, I'm doing things that Justin has did for me, or brought me to. Like, the Choco Factory. It was his favorite place to go.. My phone vibrates twice which means I got a text. Justin. "Hi KitKat. :) Guess what im eating? Well u'll probably ignore this but im eating choco w/ PB ice cream. <3" I stare at it. He hates my ice cream, as I hate his. We were opposites. Anyway, why is he eating it if he doesn't like it? I strain myself to not reply back to the text. I get another text from him. "Well if u were reading that text, HI! :D um, u were also probably wondering why i was eating ur ice cream when i hate the flavor. Well, i can learn to like it.. Hopefully u'll learn to love me again...