My Friend Justin

Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“...Why would I die?” I look up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

He releases me, shrugging.

“You know what? I don't even know. I think I ate something funny at lunch.” He flicks himself in the head, stumbling around like a drunk. Luckily no one seemed to be watching apart from his little gang of girls, who giggled uncontrollably at him, even though they had no idea what he was doing. Seriously. Who put them there?

We continue to walk on. I have an idea.

“Justin, let's walk this way.” I pull him round the corner and into a push. I jump in with him.

“Ash what the-” I shove my sweater into his mouth to muffle the sound as the beliebers run past to try and... 'catch up' with us. We keep quiet until they are far into the distance.

Justin spits it out, a disgusted expression on his face.

“As much as I like to eat sweaters, a perfume scented one just really isn't my thing to be honest Ash.” He then realises why we were hiding. “Hey, do you not like my fans or something?”

I think for a minute. “Hmm. They're okay I guess, but some of them have like half a brain and are annoying. You have to agree.”

But Justin shakes his head. “Nu uh. I love all my fans. Even the most annoying ones. Not that I would mention any names.” He looks pointedly at me.

“Hey. I'm no belieber.”

“That's what they all say baby. Then I turn on my charm.” He winks at me.

Someone pass me a bucket.

“Riiiight. Well we need to get home. So let's go Mr Big Head.”

* * * * * *

Finally, it's the day of the ball. No school today means that there is plenty of time to get ready. We've all decided to get ready at our own houses, then meet at mine. Justin's decided to invite himself over though. I dumped his costume on his front door in a duffel bag on the way home from the store, finding out he'd done the same when I reached my doorstep. (Obviously I don't know whether he went to the store or not, but I mean the duffel bag thing. Okay. Glad I got that covered.)

I took it upstairs with me and took a deep breath. I unzipped the bag. I managed to pull out a pair of big fuzzy white slipper-boots with black claws, white skinny jeans, a long sleeved white shirt with a fluffy middle, and a big white hat with ear/horns on it. I laughed out loud. He's got me a Yeti outfit. As I shook the bag to find out if i'd missed anything, a post it note flew out.

“Knew you'd love it.” It said.

I looked at my watch. I had about 10 minutes to get ready. Great. Well, I never wear make up so that isn't a problem. I've already had a shower so I guess the only sure thing to do is put on this costume.

It's all super comfy and warm, which is lucky as I swear I saw a bit of snow earlier, although it may have been my imagination.

“HONEY, THERE'S A....URM. BEAVER? HERE TO SEE YOU!” Mom yelled up to me.

“SEND HIM UP!” I replied.

I heard Justin bound up the stairs to at a time, eager to obviously see my reaction to his costume and vice versa.

My door swung open and in walked a beaver. His big swollen belly entered the room first. He waddled over to me and we just stared at eachother. I couldn't see Justin's face, as it was replaced by a massive beaver head complete with buck teeth. We both burst out laughing.