What Do You Mean?

Chapter 13

Hotel tv is the worst! I think to myself as I toss the remote aside and stretch out on the couch. I never watch much television anyway but nights like this I wish I could find something to watch just to pass the time. Justin went for a massage and to get his hair trimmed with Flo after tonight's show. I didn't feel like it so I came back to the hotel to try and relax. I'm straight up exhausted. Sleep has been elusive lately for some reason. I had planned on going to sleep early tonight but once again here I am wide awake.

Lyric finally comes back to us tomorrow, thank god. I've missed her terribly. My parents asked if they could keep her a few extra days since they were having so much fun. How could I possibly say no when they don't get to see her very often with the crazy schedules that we have?

I grab for my pill bottle in my purse, in the hopes that if I take a couple more than normal that maybe I'll be able to sleep. It's either one way or another with these things. They either keep me wide awake or make me pass the fuck out. My phone vibrates on the coffee table.. Fucking Mark again! He doesn't know when to quit. I reach for it to answer but hear Justin's key card in the door, so I hit ignore.

"B where you at?" He calls out, literally 10 feet away from me.

I raise my hand up in the air. He leans over the back of the couch and drops a kiss on the top of my head. "Whatcha doin baby?"

"Not a damn thing. There isn't shit on to watch and I can't fall asleep."

He jumps over the back of the couch into the spot beside me with a big grin on his face. "Smooth huh?" He nods.

I roll my eyes, shake my head and give him a little grin. "You're a dork is what you are. What's with the beanie and the hood anyway?" I ask referring to the fact that he's dressed like it's freezing outside, which it isn't.

He smirks. "Tryin to stay on the low is all."

I narrow my eyes at him. He's acting weird, like he's holding back some big secret. I know him like the back of my hand...something is definitely up.

"What B?" He laughs. "Why you lookin at me like that?"

"What's going on J and don't give me some bullshit.. I can see it all over your face with that shit eating grin you got goin on.. You dye your hair or something?" I only ask because he acted exactly like this when he dyed his hair a pale shade of lavender. I loved it so much but he didn't keep up with it and it faded away quickly.

He pulls his hood back, then his beanie off. My eyes widen and my mouth drops open.

He runs his hand over his head and laughs. "No other way to get the dreads out and I was sick of them.." I'm rendered completely speechless. This has to be a joke.

He watches me for another beat. "You gonna say something baby or are you gonna just stare at me B? Damn.."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Please tell me this is one big joke?"

His face falls flat when he doesn't get the reaction he wanted. "Yea B... How the fuck would I joke about shaving my head?"

I run my hand over his head just to be sure. "You didn't think to fucking call me and tell me you were thinking about doing this? What the fuck Justin?"

He pushes my hand away. "Why the fuck would I call you and ask your permission to shave my head?"

I throw my arms up. "Oh I don't know... Maybe because I'm the one who has to fucking look at you 24/7.. Maybe because we ask each other about everything we do." Fuck, I sound like an asshole, but I loved his hair so much. I'm just shocked that he actually did this.