|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|

|Dear Aiden|Justin Bieber|19|

My mom was already in bed for the night by the time we got to my house at around 9 o’ clock. The house was dark except for the green lights from the stove and microwave that read the time. I quietly opened the door to my bedroom and tip-toed in, Justin following behind me quietly. I didn’t turn the light on because the orange glow of the street lamp outside lit up my room just enough to be able to see. I walked to my closet and walked inside, closing the door so Justin couldn’t see me changing. I slipped into a pair of Batman boy’s underwear, no, not the boxers, the ones that look like panties, but have a hole in the front for you-know-what, and an old Blondie T-shirt of my mom’s that was a little too big for me. When I opened the door, Justin was standing in front of my window with his hands in his pockets.

He wasn’t facing my direction so I hurried up and jumped into my bed, covering up my bottom half with my comforter. He turned around quickly and saw me. He giggled a little. I remembered that he was in his regular clothes and though of what I could give him to wear. I mean…I’m a girl and I’m not sure if he wants to wear girly pajamas.

“I have a pair of men’s pajama pants in my closet if you want to change,” I said just over a whisper.

“Sure,” he smiled.

“They’re in my closet on the shelf,” I said, nudging my head in the direction of the closet door.

He walked over and took the pants off the shelf and began to change his pants right there. I, again, pretended not to notice as he pulled his skinny jeans off to reveal his boxers as he then pulled the pajama pants over them.

I was in mid yawn whenever he sat down next to me on my bed. He was looking down and he had an expression on his face that made it seem as though he was in deep thought.

“Look, A, I’m sorry about this afternoon. I really do not know what was wrong with Scooter that made him such a jerk. It was really out of line for him to be so rude to you about this situation,” He said, not looking up.

“Justin, I’m really over it by now. If he wants to complain about the fact that I’m not a fame whore like most of the other girls who would let you in their ‘yellow Calibers’,” I said, mocking Scooter as I said “yellow Calibers”.

He smiled a little, cocking his head to the side just enough to look up at me. I laid down and looked up at the glowing stars that I had on my ceiling. Justin laid his head down on the pillow next to me, staring up at my ceiling.

“How long did it take you to put all of these up?” He asked quietly.

“I’m not exactly sure. I know that I did a little bit every day for about a week, but I’m not sure on the exact time,” I giggled.

He rolled over onto his side to face me, resting his elbow on the pillow and his head on his hand, “I wasn’t asking for specifics, Aiden.”

“alright, alright,” I laughed quietly, yawning again.

“Aiden…” Justin said, cutting himself off as if he was unsure if he should speak.

“Hm?”

“I wanted to tell you something all day, but I couldn’t find the right words or the right moment to say it,” he said.

“What is it, Justin?” I asked.

“I worry about you,” he said and I chuckled slightly.

“That doesn’t seem like something you would have a hard time saying.”

“I mean it, A. I worry myself sick about you,” he went on.

“I worry about you too, Justin,” I replied.