|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|

|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|7|

“Aiden?” I heard Justin’s voice, interrupting my flashback.

Instantaneously I looked up, not noticing the wetness on my cheek until he’d cocked his head slightly. Immediately, I wiped the single tear from my face and faked a smile, “Yeah?”

“Um, I was just gonna say that we’re closing this in a few minutes, I want to watch the last bit of the game,” he said, still wary.

“Oh okay, that’s fine,” I nodded, jumping to my feet.

I helped him clean up the place and shut the metal windows of the food stand. We stood in front of the back door, Kenny at the head of our group. He looked to Justin for confirmation before opening the door. The flashing lights started again, Justin pulled me by the sleeve of my shirt, and I pulled Jennifer by her wrist behind me as we made our way through the massive bright abyss. The few seconds it took for us to make it to the gate to the bleachers where the school security stopped the paparazzi felt like an hour. We stood against the metal bar at the front of the bleachers, the score board reading five minutes left in the game. The sound of the crowd yelling numbed my thoughts, making them almost inaudible. I watched as Gator ran down the field, his long legs stretching as far as they could as he ran for the other team’s side of the field. Justin yelled from my side, Jennifer still blinking awkwardly from the flashing lights.

The shrill voice of Cheyenne made my ears scream in pain. All three of us turned to look at her, waving from the fourth row in the stands. She began making her way towards us, pushing people out of the way and giving dirty looks the whole way down. I scoffed, my nose crinkling in disgust. She escaped from the mob of people sitting in the bleacher, separating her from Justin, and ran to him and almost knocked him over as she hugged him. I rolled my eyes and walked away, to the other side of the home bleachers, motioning for Jennifer to follow me. We stood on the other end of the bleachers, staring out onto the field. The score board flashed in bright red letters that there was five more minutes. I yawned, my eyes watering. I wiped the tears from my cheeks, noticing Jen staring at me. I looked at her and cocked my eyebrow. She shook her head and leaned back against the hand railing.

“You know, I just worry about you,” she sighed.

I stared blankly out onto the field before looking down and then up at her, “Yeah, Jen, I know.”

She looked down at the ground, “Can’t you just stay with me?”

I let out a long sigh, “you know I can’t just leave my mom there with my sister. I’ll be worried sick about them.”

“But I’m going to be worried sick about you,” she frowned.

I shook my head and shrugged, “I’ll be fine. I lived with him for eight years, I’m pretty sure I can handle him just walking to my new house drunk where I can at least lock the doors.”

She stayed silent, looking down at her dirty baby pink converse.

“I’ll be fine, Jen. I’ll even come pick you up for the dance tomorrow, okay?”

She nodded before jumping as the score board siren went off, signaling the end of the game.

The central side of the stands stood up, cheering loudly.

I pushed away from the metal railings, seeing Justin was nowhere to be found. Cheyenne was also M.I.A. Shrugging it off, Jen and I walked to the car quickly.

I pulled into the driveway, turning my car off. I laid my head against the steering wheel and closed my eyes tiredly. Five minutes passed before I pulled the keys from the ignition, opened the door, proceeding into the house. The house was quiet and dimly lit by the lamp in the corner of the living room. The smell of the dinner mom made was still in the air and my stomach growled. I closed the garage door and made my way over to the light, turning it out and going into my room and threw my phone onto the bed. The silence as deafening and mind numbing, which did wonders for my migraine. My bed whispered my name, begging me to come to bed. I clumsily pulled my clothes off and put pajamas on and crawled onto my bed and under my black comforter. Just as my eyes closed, I felt my cell phone vibrate. Before eventually reaching for it, I debated whether or not it was worth it. “Unknown” flashed across my screen. With only one eye open, I pushed “view”.

“Hey, sorry I left without telling you.”

I thought for a second before realizing that it must be Justin. How the HELL did he get my number?

I hit reply, typing slowly and lazily, “its okay, how’d you find my number?” before setting my phone down next to me and resting my head on my pillow.