Blind // Justin Bieber [under minor editing]

Chapter Eight

“Night Courtney” Jazmyn said sleepily, me and Justin had just tucked her in bed as she was so tired. Smiling, I leaned down to kiss her cheek gently.

“Goodnight Jazmyn” I made sure the duvet was up to her shoulders before making my way to the doorway.

Justin, who was standing beside her bed, leaned down the same as I did and kissed her head. “Night Jaz”

Justin walked over to where I was standing in the doorway. I flipped the light switch and automatically the room fell into darkness. “Do you want me to leave the door open?” I asked her and she nodded, rubbing her eye with her hand. She really was tired.

As I started to close the door a small voice stopped me, “Courtney, will you still be here when I wake up?” Jazmyn asked me, I looked over to Justin who was standing in the hallway, and then back over to the bed where Jazmyn was laying.

“Yeah I’ll still be here” I replied, nodding and smiling over to her.

We muttered ‘goodnight’ to each other yet again before I closed the door fully. Turning back around to see Justin gone, I walked into the lounge where I would hear clanks of glasses or mugs together. I opened the door wide and then closed it after me.

In the kitchen was Justin, trying his best to put spoonfuls of hot chocolate powder in two blue mugs without spilling it. I noticed he had a small bowl of marshmallows and a tube of squirty cream set on the countertop.

“Hey,” he looked up and smiled in my direction. He could obviously tell where the direction of my voice was. I walked closer so I was on the other side of the kitchen to him. I just watched silently as he took the now boiled kettle off its hob and he started to pour it into the mugs.

I had to close my eyes, in case he burnt himself by spilling the water. But I knew that if I offered to help he would feel useless. And that was the last thing I wanted.

Luckily, all of the water managed to go into the cups instead of his hand. Thank God. I reached behind me and opened the fridge door, taking out the carton of milk and giving it to Justin who was just about to turn around and get it.

“Thank you” he continued to make the hot chocolates, adding a few pink and white marshmallows to the foamy mountain of squirty cream.

He handed me one of the mugs, balancing it carefully so he wouldn’t spill it. “For you,” he said, I took the mug of goodness of him and its warmth heated up my whole body, somehow.

“Thank you,” I beamed, taking a small sip of the perfect hot chocolate and licking my lips afterwards, removing the white moustache of cream that had surely formed. Justin did the same, I heard him moan quietly as he swallowed.

It really was that good. I laced my index finger around his and guided him over to the sofa. I would miss this, spending the night with Justin. Or with anybody for that matter, in my room I was lonely. Apart from Ginger of course, but he wasn’t much company; he loved his food more than me.

We both sat down slowly, and I reached over to Justin’s side to grab the TV remote. I turned it on, quickly turning the volume down, careful not to wake Jaz.

“Any ideas?” I spoke, Justin thought for a moment.

“SpongeBob” I chuckled to myself, I was secretly a lover of SpongeBob too; so it didn’t bother me. I scrolled through the hundreds of channels quickly until I found SpongeBob.

We watched TV for another hour; I would glance at Justin every few minutes to see him smiling that amazing smile of his. I spotted a small speck of cream at the corner of his mouth and reached my thumb out, wiping it away quickly.

My face turned a deep shade of red as he turned to look in my direction, eyebrows furrowed. Obviously confused.

I bit my lip, staring at the spot on his warm lips I had previously touched. Before I snapped out of my daydream and stared into his swirled honey eyes. “You had a little cream in the corner of your- yeah” I rushed out embarrassed, he smiled and nodded, turning back to the TV.

“Justin,” I spoke without thinking, after a few minutes of silence.

“mmhmm?” he muttered, turning to face me yet again. “Are we- you know- erm, friends?” I stuttered uncontrollably. “I-Uh-I mean- I don’t mind- Its just-“ Justin cut my off of my rant.

“Yeah, we’re friends” he smiled, I saw an unexplainable glint in his eyes, like a small sparkle.

We both grinned wide, I now knew I had a friend. A friend who wasn’t a cat that only cared about food. Oh No, far from it.

My new friend was Justin Bieber.