BitterSweet Love (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Eighteen: Joints

{It's a day late but you can blame my language arts teacher and her stupid project for that.}

The clock on my phone now read 7 o'clock. I know I promised I'd be at home, but I really had to do this. If I didn't then I would never live it down. I extended my arm to knock on the door.

"Scarlett?"

"Hey Emma."

Emma was very punk rock. She had dirty blonde hair with piercings all over her face and tattoos across her body.

She hugged me. "I'm so glad to see you but aren't you a bit early?"

"I know I'll explain everything in a second." I said gesturing to my moms car out in the front.

"So what's up?" She asked after we sat down.

"Someone's stalking me threatening me and I needed to get away from all of It. The thing is my friend is all paranoid about it and wants me home right now, but I wasn't about to miss this for the world. So I just showed up a bit early."

"Dang man that's crazy. Well you can help me set up and then I'll help you get dressed."

"Ugh crap I left the dress that I bought in my mom's car."

"Wait why where you in your mom' scar what happened to yours?"

"Justin dropped me off at the mall so my mom picked me up."

"Oh alright well you can borrow something of mine."

That's what I loved about Emma she didn't question things or push me she would simply drop it and move forward.

We went at work setting up the decorations and the drinks getting everything ready for the killer party that was about to go down.

"Well I guess we're done."

"Right on time to, it's 8" I paused suddenly getting cheery. "Emma it's 8!"

"Not quite catching your flow here Scar."

"The threat it said 7 o'clock! It's 8!"

"Guess you'll have something to celebrate for then! Come on let's get ready!"

I looked through her closet "Dear god Em, do you have anything that isn't skin tight?"

"The way I see it, the tighter the apparel the more likely you are to get fucked in it."

"You need to go to church sometime."

"And you need to loosen up. Let me chose for you, yeah?"

"I suppose."

"Here." She tossed me a navy blue laced dress. It has one sleeve and looked like it would barely reach mid thigh.

"You got any tights?"

"Don't be a prude."

"I don't want to be a hooker either. I'm 3 inches taller than you it's gonna be shorter on me."

"There's fishnets in the dewar over there." She directed

"Thanks Em."

"No problem Scar. You mind doing my hair?"

"Only if you'll do my make up."

"Sure thing."

I grabbed her curling wand plugging it into the wall to heat up. I curled her hair into perfect thick curls that looked marvelling on her. I sprayed hairspray all around to assure that it's stay before turning her around to look.