My Friend Justin

Chapter Twenty Three

★Chapter Twenty Three★

"Mom! I'm home." I call up the stairs, the sound echoing down the hallway.

"Oh hey Honey!" Mom enters from the kitchen, a smile on her face.

"Just so you know, I'm going out with the girls tonight, so you'll have to sort out your own dinner." She plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Perfect! I'm going to Applebee's."

Her eyes sparkled. "You have a date with that Austin Malone guy?"

"It's MaHONE. And yes. And Justin." I start to walk away.

"That's a bit strange. Why's Justin going?"

"I don't know, but I'm sort of okay with it. I'm gonna go have a shower now so yeah." I step to one side, and run up the stairs to my room.

After my shower, I sort out my hair. The straighteners decided to be my friend today, allowing my locks to be silky straight for once. Make-up was not an option, as it brought me out in a rash. And it was a bit of an annoyance. I put a light touch of mascara and a dab of lip gloss, just because I could. After a quick dress change and a squirt of perfume, I was ready.

Only have to wait another hour or so.

I run down the stairs, almost falling to my death at one point, and throw myself onto the couch. Justin's album played through the speakers, bringing a sense of calm into the room. Well, until Mom flew into the room on her 'broomstick'. (dustpan)

"IMMA TELL YOU ONE TIME." She screamed energetically into my face, spit spraying everywhere. How ladylike.

I blinked rapidly, turning the volume down on the stereo.

"Sometimes, mother, I forget which one of us is the child."

Someone hammered on the door at this point.

"YOU HAVE AN EXTREMELY  GOOD TASTE IN MUSIC."

Mom handed me a couple of bucks before saying her goodbyes, dashing off into the kitchen again. I go up to the front door.

"You're early."

"Remember when I said I was hungry? Yeah. Me too."

I took a moment to look Justin up and down. He was wearing one of his flat caps, low jeans and a plaid shirt.

"Since when did you start wearing plaid?"

He straightens himself. "Since Kenny got me into them. I look pretty nice don't cha think?"

"Hmm. Sure. Do you plan on wearing that hat in the restaurant?"

"Duh."

I frown. "It's not very fancy."

"Well look at YOU." he folds his arms, scanning over my outfit. "You look DISGUSTING." He pouts at me.

"Aw, thank you. Right. Let's call on Austin. Will he even be ready yet?"

"I'll phone him." Justin takes out his cellphone, dialling in the number.

"Yo Austin. You ready? Cool. We'll be there in a minute."

"He's ready?" I ask stupidly.

"Yes. He just got out of the shower so he'll just need to throw on a shirt and we can go."

We walk up the road and out onto the street.

Justin brought a pair of large shades and a hoodie with him. He puts them on, so that he isn't noticed by the teenage girls or paparazzi. In my opinion, that's how you'd get MORE noticed, but he was being stubborn so wouldn't listen to me. Probably because I dissed his clothes.