Midsummer Dreams (Christian Beadles Love Story)

Chapter 9

Justin didn’t say anything, instead rubbing the sides of his jeans trying to avoid eye contact with Christian. Justin was about to attend to Abby in the bathroom before I felt like the boys needed to talk.

Justin: I’m just going t-

Nora: No, let me.

Christian looked at me as I walked over to a huge door that lead into the ensuite. I gently knocked on the door and opened in, walking through ever so slowly. The floor was basically made out of gold, and I’m not kidding. Abby was sitting on the black his/hers basin-sides as she wiped her nose again and again. I stood there – trying to take in the 2 million dollar bathroom, which was probably the size of my bedroom. In the corner, there was a black and gold stripped toilet and in the centre of the bathroom, a steaming hot tub which I predicted got used a lot by the smell of the room. A GIANT 2 headed shower was opposite to the toilet. 

Abby: Sorry about the melodramatics.. It’s not usually like this.

Nora: Oh no it’s fine! I uh, get where you’re coming from.

Abby: It’s just so hard! These girls are crazy.

She started to cry again. Sniffing and breathing hard. I passed her the box of tissues on the opposite bench. She took it and said ‘Thanks’. 

Nora: Although it’s never happened to me, I understand what you’re talking about.

Abby: You do..?

Nora: Yeah! People would possibly KILL to be in your position.

Abby: Yeah – it’s possible. A girl was carrying a screwdriver into one of Justin’s concerts once to try and ‘hurt’ me. 

Nora: Oh my god! I’m so sorry!

Abby: Thanks. I mean – my family takes care of me, so does my friends and most of all, Justin.

Nora: Well isn’t that all that matters? Justin..?

I popped myself up onto the opposite bench, holding my boobs to stop them from falling out.

Abby: I know.. I know.. I do love him. A lot. But it is so hard for me to cope with 22 million hormone-filled teenagers trying to EAT me alive.

She blew her nose again with a new tissue, throwing all of her used tissues in a black bin in the corner.

Nora: *giggles* that’s true. 

Abby: Sometimes I wish it never happened – meeting Justin. I know it’s selfish but these girls, there out of control!

Wet tears rolled down her perfectly clear cheeks. I knew she wasn’t wearing makeup or anything; otherwise she would have stopped crying because it would have burnt her eyes.

Nora: You’re not being selfish, you’re just scared. And everybody in the world would be too if they were you.

I leaned over the basins and put a hand on Abby’s shoulder. She looked up at me, for the first time since I walked into the bathroom, I saw her eyes. They were red raw as if she had been crying for years and wasn’t faking it.

Abby: And it’s so hard for either of us to love each other the way I know we can… I am really scared of these girls, they are out of control. If either of us go out of the house, we have to have Kenny and Rebecca (bodyguard) with us. And it’s so… tiring.

She breathed in heavily to suspend what was coming next.

Abby: I love Justin so much.. Not because he is Justin Bieber, but because he’s just Justin. And whenever we are patching up all the death threats and were finally back to normally, more come. As if they were waiting till we were happy and then breaking that..