|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|

|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|9|

I could hear the 80s pop blaring in the gym all the way from the parking lot. We flashed our school ideas and were let in through the main doors, into the cafeteria. The lights were dim, the walls decorated and the ceiling had neon colored streamers on it and there was glitter on the floor leading towards the gym. There were people in the cafeteria talking and leaning against the pillars. We passed them as they stared at me, for real this time. The gym doors were open and the music was loud, playing Heart Of Glass by Blondie. The large gym was packed with students dancing and loitering on the sidelines of the dance floor. Varner pulled Jen to the floor to dance and I stood there awkwardly in my heels, which were already hurting my feet while Gator walked over to the table which was littered with different brands of 80s candies.  I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped, turning around quickly. Justin, who I now could look in the eyes now that I was in heels, was there with a huge grin.

“I could hardly recognize you,” he said, hugging me.

“Yeah?” I giggled, patting his back as he embraced me.

“You look really beautiful,” he said.

“Thanks, you look pretty bitchin’ yourself,” I said, looking at his black skinny jeans, white T-shirt and a very Michael Jackson’s Thriller style jacket.

I looked over his shoulder and saw Cheyenne, standing with some of her friends, a cup in her hand. She was glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill, I’d already be 6 feet under. Justin followed my gaze to see her and she looked away.

“So are you having fun?” I asked him.

“Cheyenne doesn’t want to do anything but talk to her friends, I want to dance,” he sighed.

“Yeah, I can’t dance,” I laughed.

“Yes you can, liar,” Gator said, taking his place next to me.

I elbowed him in what would have been his ribs if he wasn’t so tall, but instead it was more like his hip.

“What? You can. You took dance class and I went to the recital. I remember, you did really good,” he said seriously.

“No, you’re just saying that because you are my friend and you have to so you don’t hurt my feelings,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Come on, Aiden, I’m sure you can dance just fine,” Justin added in.

“Not in heels,” I said, motioning to my shoes.

Gator huffed, “you’re going to dance with me, Aiden Dakota.”

Cheyenne walked her sickeningly thin frame over to us and put her hand on Justin’s shoulder, “Come on, Justin, I want you to come see my friends.”

I saw him roll his eyes and I held back a laugh, waving sarcastically at him and mouthing “have fun” as she pulled him away. Gator pulled me to the dance floor, the only 80s song he knows Take On Me by A-Ha starting to play from the speakers. He made his way to the middle and started moving his body in an odd fashion while I stood there, awkward turtle. He grabbed my arms and attempted to force me to dance. I gave him a blank stare. He huffed, frowning and releasing my arms. I rolled my eyes and walked away to a table and sat down, crossing my legs. My mom, at home alone, crossed my mind and the feeling of worry poked it ugly head into my thoughts. I took my phone out and dialed her number. It rang and rang and rang, and then the call was forwarded. I figured she was asleep and closed my phone. It was strange that she wasn’t answering; she always answers my calls even when she’s sleeping.

Gator walked up to me, looking down at my face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m kind of worried about my mom,” I said.

“Go call her.”

“I just did,  but I think she’s probably already in bed.”

“Well then why worry?”

I glared death at him and his grin faded instantaneously.

“Oh...right.”

“Yeah, don’t act like you don’t know.”

“Well…I can take you home and come back for Jen and Varner.”

I nodded sadly.

“Not before I get to dance with you,” I heard Justin say, walking up to us.

He held out his hand for me to take it and I did, looking up at Gator, “after this, please take me home.”

Gator nodded and I stood, being pulled behind Justin. True Colors by Cyndi Lauper played softly. I put my hands on his shoulders and he placed his on my waist. He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Why do you want to go home? You haven’t been here very long,” Justin questioned.

“I’m worried about my mom,” I said, honestly.

“How come?”

I thought about being honest with him, but then my common sense kicked the idea out of my mind.

“She’s home alone and I just worry about her,” I semi-lied.

“Oh, I see, I worry about my mom too.”

“Yeah,” I said, catching him glancing at my scar, “Sorry, does my scar gross you out?”

“Not at all, it just looks like it hurt,” he said.

I looked at him with sad eyes, “yeah, it did, a lot more than you think.”

“I was hanging out with Gator today before he left to go get you, he told me that that scar wasn’t from falling with scissors,” he said cautiously.

I laughed, “Gator? And you believed him? That kid has a wild imagination. There are just some things that he says that you can’t take seriously with him.”

“No, I don’t think he was lying, he said-“

“It doesn’t matter what he said. I’m sure it was some weird story that couldn’t possibly be true,” I interrupted him.

“Alright, fine,” he sighed.

I started looking around, to see if I could find Kylee, maybe she’d seen mom before she came to the dance. I couldn’t see her anywhere.

“Are you looking for someone?” Justin asked, starting to look around too.

“Yeah, just my sister, but I don’t see her anywhere. She must have decided not to come tonight,” I sighed, giving up on my search.

“I still haven’t met her, you should introduce me to her sometime before I leave,” he smiled.

“Oh trust me; you don’t want to meet Kylee. She’s kind of a bitch,” I rolled my eyes.

“You shouldn’t say that about her, she’s your sister.”

“She really is. All she does is smoke weed with her friends and when she gets home, there’s always an argument. It’s seriously like war in my house when she’s there most of the time.”

“Still, she’s your sister.”

“Whatever.”

I looked away, sighing and wanting the song to end now.  It seemed to go on forever before it finally did.

“Justin, I have to leave, I’m sorry,” I said, looking at him.

“It’s okay, I understand. I have your number, I’ll text you some time later,”

I smiled and hugged him, patting his back before walking away from him.