|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|

|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|16|

It was almost midnight and we were sitting on the couch, watching The Nanny, my favorite night time television show. Justin had never seen it and I talked him into letting us watch it. He seemed to like it, he laughed a couple times at it. I was curled up in a blanket next to him, dozing off a little. The night seemed to be going by incredibly slow. I rested my head on Justin’s shoulder tiredly. I heard him sigh happily, the flashing light from the TV dancing on his facial features.  I started to doze off again and that’s when Justin turned the TV off. Lifting my head up, I looked at him.

“It’s late, we should go to sleep,” he said, “I can tell you’re tired.”

“Alright, do I just sleep out here?” I asked.

He laughed a little, “No, Aiden, you can sleep in the bed.”

“I don’t want to kick you out of your bed,” I said.

“You’re not,” He said, “I’m coming in there with you.”

I gave him a strange look, “really?”

“Do you not want me to? I can sleep out here if that makes you uncomfortable,” he asked.

Shaking my head, I replied, “No, no, it’s okay. I’m just not used to that being…allowed.”

“Allowed?” he chuckled, “my mom knows me, she knows that I wouldn’t do anything.”

I blushed, again thinking about what he meant by wouldn’t do anything, “Alright, if you say so.”

We stood up from where we sat and I followed him into the room where there was a big bed with fancy sheets and a nice comforter. The pillows were calling my name, begging for me to lay my head down and go to sleep. Justin motioned for the left side of the bed as he crawled into the right, tucking himself under the covers. I hesitated before I pulled the covers back and lied down. It was already a little warm when I pulled the blankets over me. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before Justin rolled over onto his side to face me.

“Is something wrong?” He asked quietly.

I shook my head, “No, just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Just things. Letting my mind wander, you know? It helps me relax.”

“Oh, I see,” He said, nodding.

“I’m so tired I can’t even sleep,” I laughed a little.

“How does that even work?” He asked.

“I have no idea, but it happens to me all the time,” I shrugged.

“Are you sure it’s not because I’m in here? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he asked.

I rolled over to look at him, “No, Justin, it’s not because you’re in here. If anything it makes it better.”

“How?”

“Well, you know how when you’re scared, if there’s someone with you, everything seems less scarey?” I asked.

“Kind of like how after a scary movie, you ask your friend to walk to the bathroom because you’re afraid there’s someone or something waiting for you in there?” He asked.

“Yeah, like that. That and the fact that knowing I’m not alone calms me a lot,” I said truthfully.

“Well I’m glad that I put you at ease,” he smiled.

I yawned and smiled back, closing my eyes.

“Thank you, Justin,” I said quietly.

“What for?” he asked.