My Friend Justin

Chapter Twenty Four

★ Chapter Twenty Four★

Austin stares into my eyes, his cheeks slightly pink.

"Goodnight, Ashleigh."

He kisses my lips gently, squeezing my hand.

However, the moment was ruined with Justin making vomit noises in the background.

"Get a ROOM. Grosssssss."

I slap him before taking him by the arm.

"I should probably take him home now, he gets a bit restless when it's past his bedtime. See you later, Austin."

I yank Justin away before he can annoy me even more.

"You know, when you get a girlfriend I'm going to do that all to you and come on your dates. Wouldn't like that, would you?"

"Alas, I only have eyes for you, Yeti." Justin playfully winks at me, pretending to enjoy being on my arm, stroking it softly.

I flinch away.

"Hey. No funny business mister, I'm taken."

"I'm joking. Moody pants."

"Hmm. So how's the old album coming along?"

"Well..."

Justin casually shoves his hands into his pockets.

"I've sold a few thousand copies..."

"Holy crap."  My eyes bug out a little.

"I know! I'm so overwhelmed right now! And I'm going to go to a few radio stations to get more plays on the radio, maybe tweet where I'm going and see if anyone will show up."

"That's a really cool idea!"

"You can come like...."

He grins at me.

"If you wanna."

"Do you even need to ask? I'll definitely  be there."

"Sweet. OH MY GOSH YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT."

"What?" I concentrate on his face, which looks extremely entertained. 

"Why have you got that stupid expression on your face?"

"Cheeky. You can't really talk, Ms. Banister Butt Slider." he winks, as I'd to save his really bad excuse for a nickname.

"Wow. You're a sharp one."

"Anyways, stop insulting my beautiful work of art and come to mine, I need to show something."

We walk back to his, Pattie letting us in.

"Hey guys, Justin, you have more mail." She smiles a knowing smile at me.

Justin frowns. "I thought the mailman comes in the morning?"

"Must've been hand delivered."

"Okay, I'll grab it later. Wait a sec."

I follow him down the hallway to his room. He's already sat on his bed, the stalker shoebox in his lap.

"Unfortunately, I have a couple more things in here. I find them quite funny personally." He shoves the box towards me, nudging me to open it.

I cautiously remove the lid.

There's a couple of notes on there that I decide to read first.

"Dear JB,

I quite enjoy your music, so I have enclosed a piece of my hair.