Just The Way You Are

Chapter 6

Justin's POV:

I awoke this morning by a loud screeching noise in ear. I ran downstairs, only to find my aunt making tea. I grumbled and sat on a chair in the kitchen.

"Ugh... I can't wait to get out of this dump." I spoke clearly watching Aunt Ellie turn around with a tea cup in one hand and a phone in another.

"Well, aren't you a big ball of sunshine?" she sipped her cup, eyeing me with a smile.

I rolled my eyes, "Why are you staring at me like that? It's creeping me out."

"How do you like Ariana?" Her soft southern twang ringing in my ear.

"She's alright, I guess, I mean she's different than other girls. She's-" I stammered as I was cut off sharply.

"What, not your type? Let me guess, your types are those that wants you for your fame The ones that will do anything you tell them to do." she looked at me sternly.

"What? No..." I eyed her.

"Really? Let's see for example Selena for instance. Or Jasmine. Or Kelly, or-"

"Alright! I get it!" I stomped away, my eyes filled with anger. I went into my room and slammed the door as hard as I could causing some of the things on my desk to tremble. How could she say that?

I mean Ariana's okay, but she's different from the other girls. She didn't scream, faint, or hyperventilate, like most girls would. She just seem plain about meeting me.

Was there something wrong about me? Wait, why am I thinking about this? I pushed those thoughts away and collasped onto my bed.

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"I'm going out for the night." she spoke opening my creaky door, making me jump.

"Let me guess, bingo night?" I snickered, looking down at my playboy magazine.

She marched over and grabbed my precious magazine away and threw me one of the books from the shelf. "Don't fill your mind with those filthy nonsense." she spatted at me.

"Hey! You can't tell me what to do." I sneered.

Then she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "Now you listen to me boy. I don't care if you're the richest and most famous teenage boy. As along as you live under the roof of my house, you live by my rules. Ya hear?"

I pushed her away and she marched towards the staircase, I slammed my door shut, grabbing another magazine from under my bed, I chuckled to myself. Does she really think I only have one?

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