Despair

eleven

❝ i love you ❞

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"you're not! don't bullshit, sel, it's not nice to," justin shouts in excitement over what selena had told him.

"i swear am not lying."

"but how do you go on planes and all that?"

"i can handle the heights, as long as i don't look down when up high. it's not that bad." selena had been telling justin of her little phobia of heights.

"climb on my back then," justin laughs.

"you're acting as if i can't go a little centimetres from the ground." selena rolls her eyes. justin didn't listen to her, nonetheless. he hunches his back, bending his knees, allowing selena to climb on his back easily. "i'm not climbing on your back, justin!"

"come on! i won't drop you," justin promises. sighing, selena jumps lightly, boosting herself onto justin's back, quickly wrapping both of her legs around his waist; she wraps her arms around his neck loosely. the first few minutes of it was entertaining for both justin and selena, until justin ran, wanting and succeeding to scare selena.

they had been walking around the beach, not on the sand bit but concrete, both dressed completely in the wrong attire. justin asked selena if he could pick her up from her house to take her out so she wasn't cooped up. she, of course, said yes, liking and wanting the presence of justin. he lets her forget about the world temporarily, only when he's not worrying for her, too.

meeting the crust of the earth again, selena gives justin the scolding look. while she was trying to hide her giggles and smiles, justin was freely laughing at her expression. selena wasn't the only one that craved another persons presence. only this morning justin was feeling like his world would explode any moment, the paparazzi and flashing cameras following him everywhere, cornering him like a pet at a zoo, fans shoving cameras in front of his face, not even asking for a photo, nor did they pay any attention to him except for the photo. but the feeling of what he felt this morning vanished as soon as he met selena at the doorway to her house. justin had yet to know how one person could make his life seem a little better, even an ounce better.

"why are we doing this, again?" justin complains, remembrance between both of them of the day of met gala, where they left afterwards to get ice-cream – what they was doing now.

"because it's hot and sunny. and we're in black," selena points out the obvious, paying the man in the truck money for her ice-cream, justin repeating her actions for his – they both didn't want each other to pay for theirs, so they payed for their own. people behind them were becoming to fidget, and justin knew this too well. urging selena to walk faster, they walk away from the truck, licking their ice-creams.

"twenty questions?" justin asks selena. she nods her head while licking off the melting points off her cone. "favourite song?"

"too basic," selena mutters.

"alright, then," justin responds while licking his ice-cream. "last time you was in a relationship?" justin wanted to start out easy.

"this is probably going to sound sappy and all, but i haven't had a relationship properly since you. i mean, i have been on the search. dating here and there. but none kept me interested." she shrugs. "what about you?"

"nope, you can't ask me questions."

"why not?" she asks immediately, finding the game unfair.

"it's my turn first." justin smirks, trying to come up with another question for her. "last time since sexual intercourse?"

she hums in thought, figuring out the maths. "i say maybe a month or two ago – i don't know." justin gasps in shock in a overdramatic way. selena nods in agreement. "i don't need to ask about you, i already know."