|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|

|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|11|

I sat in my bean bag chair, staring at my guitars in the corner and debating whether or not to play. Nobody was home anyways. I sat up and leaned forward, grabbing my white Les Paul electric from its stand in the corner, plugging it in, and flipping the switch on my amp with my foot. I tuned it and started playing random chords. A song popped into my head and I thought for a second, trying to remember the chords. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the bean bag, singing the lyrics softly and playing it quietly.

“He’s the one, who like all our pretty songs, and he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun. But he don’t know what it means, don’t know what it means,” I sang.

The rest came like routine as I sang with more confidence before I hit the solo and pursed my lips in concentration. I strummed the last chord of the solo and opened my eyes as I smiled and saw Gator and Justin standing in front of my bed. I jumped, kicking my amp and accidently pushing the volume up all the way as the guitar squealed. I quickly unplugged the guitar and hit the off button on the amp, glaring angrily at the two of them.

“No, don’t stop just because we’re here,” Gator grinned, folding his arms.

“Fuck you,” I snapped, putting my guitar pick in between the strings.

Justin chuckled a little.

“Bitch,” Gator replied.

“Hoe.”

“Skank.”

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

“Hooker.”

Justin laughed at the two of us going on like this for almost two minutes before Gator sighed, defeated, “Just play me one thing.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You said that you were going to learn that Black Veil Brides song,” he said, smirking, knowing that he had challenged me over the summer to learn a Black Veil Brides song.

“I didn’t learned one,” I lied, looking away to hide my tell.

“Liar,” he said, “which one was it?”

I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped him off.

“It was Knives and Pens, wasn’t it?” He grinned.

I turned my nose up, “Nope. I didn’t learn one.”

“I know you, A, you can’t turn down a challenge,” Gator said, “now I wanna hear your progress.”

Justin shifted his weight, “I’d like to hear it too, I don’t even know who they are but by the sound of this argument it seems like it has to be good.”

I ignored him, directing my attention to Gator, “I don’t play for people and you know that.”

“You played for me that day,” he argued.

“Yeah, that was a one-time thing, not happening,”

“Pleaaaasssssse?” he pouted.

I looked at him, his bottom lip pushed out in a frown.

“Fine, but Justin has to leave,” I said in a ‘let’s-make-a-deal’ tone.

“Justin is staying,” he stated.

I rolled my eyes and then turned to look at Justin who was smiling excitedly.

“What you see and hear in this room, stays in this room and you are to tell nobody of the talent that you are about to witness,” Gator said to him in a mysterious tone.