As Long As You Love Me (Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande)

Chapter 11

September 11th

Ariana Grande

"So Ariana, what's up?" Frankie says.

I sit on my bed, curling into a ball next to Justin.

"Ariana, don't act like you don't know me, Ari. I know you're scared but the room is clear." He says.

"Alexa, why don't you try?"

"We're not exactly on the best of terms right now." She mumbles, sitting on her bed.

"Well, Judge Frankie is here to solve your problem. Ariana, tell us your side."

"I didn't know how to tell her that I was pregnant and she overheard me and Justin talking. I told her I didn't know how to tell her, I know it's confusing but that's what happened, and she got upset because we made a promise not to ever keep secrets from us."

"I see. Anything else." Frankie says.

"I wasn't exactly done. I told her I was pregnant and she said she didn't know why it was so hard for me to tell her. Then I got mad and left."

"Thank you, smart ass. Alexa?"

"Pretty much the same as hers. I didn't really understand and I thought it was easy."

"Well it's not. In fact, why don't you just go get pregnant too and see how easy it is to tell your mom?" I snap.

"Well at least I'm an adult and I can take care of myself! I don't need my mom to give me money." She says.

"Hey, girls, girls." Frankie says.

"The fuck do you want, Frankie?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Ariana fucking Grande, you will never ever talk to me like that again." He yells, causing a look of shock to come on my face.

"Sorry, sis. I just got angry for a second. I just need you to calm down." I get up and sit in Justin's lap.

"It's ok." I whisper.

"I see your problem. You both need to apologize."

"What the fuck do I need to apologize for?" I say.

"Ariana." Justin says.

"Sorry. But what do I need to apologize for?"

"For being angry at Alexa instead of hearing her out." Frankie replies.

"Lexi, I am so sorry for snapping at you instead of asking for your side." I say, a hint of sarcasm in my face.

"Ari, I'm sorry for not understanding what was going on in your life. I should've asked." Alexa says.

"Do you forgive each other?" Frankie says.

"Sure. I forgive you Lexi."

"I forgive you too. I love you, Ariana."

"I love you too, Alexa." I get up to hug her and sit back down.

"Great. Now will you tell me what's up?"

"Nothing. I already told you I'm pregnant, oh, and I sprained my ankle."

"That's it? What about classes?"

"I hate Professor Taylor. She's so rude." There's a knock on the door and Alexa goes to answer it.

"Oh, hey, Professor Taylor." Alexa says.

"So I'm rude?"

"Yes, actually you are."

"Well Ms Grande, I'll have you know I won an award in 5th grade for being the most kind person."

"Oh, 5th grade? That was like 1000 years ago, you know, when you wrote with rocks." She gasps.

"Ariana, stop." Justin says.

"Ms Grande, I just wanted to know how you order at Starbucks when you want a Grande sized drink and you have to tell them your name."

"Well I just wanted to know how you order at Hooters when you want a sluterita, Professor Slutface."

"Ariana, stop!" Justin says more firmly as he puts his hand on my waist.

"Professor, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave this room." Frankie says, leading her out.

He comes back in and places me on the bed.

"Ariana, we need to have a chat." He says as I cross my arms.

"You're being a brat, child." He says.

"I'm not a fucking child!" I yell.

"Ariana, shut up." He says.

"You need to fix your attitude. I'm tired of you walking around here like a big bag of sass."

"Well I'm sorry, I can't control myself. It's not my fault I'm pregnant."

"Actually it kinda is."

"It took 2 people." I hold up two fingers and roll my eyes.

"Ok, TMI." Alexa says.

"I guess I'll try to be better." I sigh.