Stupid in Love

Stress & Anxiety

(Not my video, just thought it was cute! Creds to the owner!)

7 months later:

•Brinley's POV•
This tour has been nothing but stressful. Keeping up with school and trying to support Justin is harder than I imagined.

I can't even go to his shows anymore because of how much homework I have and honestly he's being a huge dick to me.

I'm sitting at the table in the main part of the bus as I try to block out the screams of the fans outside. I really need to finish this Algebra homework or I'll fail.

The door swings open and Justin runs in all sweaty like he is every night. He immediately grabs a water bottle from the fridge and the bus is already starting to move for the next city. He glances over at me as I work on the next problem.

"Thanks for the support tonight. Really appreciate that you could make it." He says and sarcasm drips behind his words.

It feels like he enjoys picking fights with me just for the hell of it.

"I have to get my homework done. I have an exam soon Justin and I can't fail it."

"Sure," he sits on the couch while taking another drink of his water, "that's always your excuse."

"I've been to 90% of your concerts. It's the same shit just a different day. So sorry I'm focused on my studies for once."

My eyes meet his and we were both clearly frustrated.

"Same shit, different day? Oh wow baby. Most supportive girlfriend award goes to you."

"Don't give me that. You don't know how much shit I put up with for you. You have no idea how hard it is for me to be with you."

"If it's so fucking hard for you, then leave. You don't come to my shows anymore. We don't even talk half the time! So fuck it. I don't need you anyway. You know, Brinley, I'm really starting to think the only reason you're with me is because you're using me just like every other bitch."

I clench my jaw as I try to not let his words hurt me. He gets like this after every show because his stress level is so high. I'm not giving in to this. I don't say anything as I close my books and start packing everything up in my bag.

I guess homework can wait.

"Where are you going?" He asks with the same angry tone in his voice.

"To bed. Goodnight."

I stand up and grab my bag, swinging it over my shoulder but Justin stands up too.

"You're not gonna say anything back, huh? Because you know it's true. You know I'm right."

I look up at him as he stands in front of me. My stomach twists as he acts like a completely different person.

"You couldn't be more far off from the truth. Do you know how many death threats I receive in one day? Do you know how long it took for my parents to finally accept that I was with you? Do you understand that I sacrificed every part of a normal life just to be with you? I never wanted to be in the spotlight. I never wanted your life. But I want you so I put up with all the bullshit because at the end of the day I get to be with you and call you mine."

His cold eyes look anywhere but mine and he rolls his eyes while letting out a breath.

"I'm not going to yell at you and I'm not going to fight with you because that's all you seem to want anymore. You can't pull the whole "you're using me" line on me because we both know that's complete bullshit. I have homework Justin because I'm only 17 and I'm still trying to finish high school while I'm here with you. Supporting you. So no, I'm sorry I can't make it to every concert. I'm sorry we can't talk anymore because all you want to do is yell at me. I'm not giving into that anymore. I gave up my life for you because I love you. The least you could do is show me some damn respect."