The Devils Finest Trick [JB]

Three.

Tonight Andrea decided to write, and pamper herself. She pulled out her secret stash of wine, took a bubble bath, grabbed a pair of her silk pajamas, and wrote out all of her frustrations. By the time she was done with the bath her mind was at ease, and she felt that no one could bother her; until her peaceful trance was broken by a knocking sound heard from inside her room. 

She knew it wasn't her parents, by this time of night they were asleep. Maybe it was Aaron, she thought it was him until she didn't see him at the other side of her door. When she heard the second knock come more rushed and from somewhere else in her room. Where could it be coming from, Andrea stumbled around her room clueless. 

There was a knock again, this time it was more clear to her ears that it was coming from her window. Andrea walked by her window, skeptical about what was on the other side. That didn't shy her away from figuring out who it was, when she stood up straight and pulled a curtain to the side, revealing a worried looking Derek. 

She swiftly opened the window, to whisper-yell at Derek.

"What the hell are you doing?!" she was puzzled by how he even got up to her window.

"I'm in kind of an emergency and I need to come in." he pleaded with both his eyes and words. 

"I'm not sure, are you going to take my top off?" Andrea shifted all of her weight onto her hip.

"Not unless you want me to, now let me in." he pushed past her, falling into her room. She hadn't even noticed someone else was coming through with him when she rolled her eyes. Once they were back open, the last person she wanted to see right now stood in her room. 

Justin Bieber, Andrea sighed a heavily in annoyance.

"Justin?" she raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down, noticing that he had tattoos. 

"Andrea?" he copied her body language; trying to intimidate her the way she was. It wasn't working for either of them.

"I prefer Andy." She dropped her hard stare when turning to close the window.

As she turned back, she noticed the two fighting, well bickering about how this is why Justin was here because Derek would screw up things like he just did.

"Okay, so before you guys start fighting, care to explain why you are here?" Andrea interrupted the both of them. 

"Long story." Derek said.

"Well I have all night." Andrea shot back.

"Its hard to explain." Justin squinted his eyes trying to tell Andrea to stop.

"Fine, don't tell. But do tell how long you will be staying in my room." Andrea stood uncomfortable.

"Well, considering the circumstances, I think we will have to camp out here." Derek scratched at his neck, not making eye contact with Andrea.

"We wouldn't have to be here if you didn't screw up." Justin growled quietly.

"Okay then, you guys can share the futon for now." Andrea pointed behind them to the piece of furniture.

That's when the two boys stopped to really look at her room. Derek didn't think that, that would be the outcome.

Andrea's room was big, the walls were painted black & dark purple. There was a door to her own bathroom, and another door opened up to a walk in closet. Her furniture varied in colors of crisp white and dark grey. She had posters, books, art, pillows, and candles all scattered around places. All together the room was put together other than it just seemed dark.