Vanessa is an under the influence teen with a strict father. However, that doesn't stop her from doing what she wants when she wants, but when she meets Justin, the mature one out of her group of friends, she begins to see that her world doesn't rev...
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Justin Bright lights flashed upon me causing me to lowly groan. An uncomfortable, but bearable pain shot through my back and I admittedly opened my eyes. We were still on Van's roof top. I didn't realize we had fallen asleep. The sun was blinding; shining in its glory, but it was cold. It was colder than it usually was in November and I didn't see how we were able to stay out here all night. I placed a hand up, covering my face and looked over at my precious baby girl who clung onto me for dear life. I smiled at her and analyzed how perfect she was to me, how innocent and pure she truly was when she wasn't drowning herself in toxins. Now that I knew why she did it, I understood why she was so attached, anyone would be. I'm glad she's not like that anymore, but I didn't realize how rocky her withdrawal would be. Looking at my Apple Watch my eyes widened slightly when I saw the time 5:45am. I mentally groaned, it was a Thursday morning and I was still a high school student that had to be at school in a few hours. I tapped Van slightly, but she didn't flinch. Knowing I had to rush home, I picked her up carefully. Once she was scooped up in my arms I hesitantly walked over towards her window in a crouched position. This was beyond stupid and I was lucky her window wasn't too far. I carefully placed her legs through the window and attempted to gently lay her down. A light thud erupted from her temple and I automatically clenched my teeth. Not the smartest idea.
"Justin?" Her light voice called, her eyes hardly opened.
"Yes, baby girl?" I questioned as I carefully slid through the window, not wanting to step on her.
"Why am I on the floor?" She questioned groggily. I snickered lowly. As stupid as this whole situation was, it sounded stupid as well.
"We fell asleep on the roof." I chuckled, lowly. I picked her up carefully once again and adjusted her accordingly so I could pull her comforter back before laying her down and tucking her in. Her arms withdrew themselves from my neck with ease as I did so.
"Oh okay." She mumbled as she settled into the mattress before her breathing began to get light again.
"Do you know if your dad is here?" I questioned as I eyed her window. I would go out through the front door, but no one would be able to lock it so I was stuck leaving in the most cliché way.
"He's away." She trailed off. Sighing I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and tucked her in one last time.
"Sleep well beautiful." A small smile spread across her face slowly and I couldn't help, but smile as well even though she couldn't see me. She was so precious and simply her and I wanted nothing more than to stay with her. I debated for a long while whether or not I should lay beside her or on the floor even, but neither of those options were smart. I fought with myself for a long while before sighing quietly and eyeing her desk. There was a stack of sticky notes in multiple colors just there so I began to utilize them. I picked up one of her fine line pens and wrote a small little phrases. After doing that I grabbed one and stuck it on her forehead. I tired not to laugh as it made a slapping noise, one in which she did not hear. As I was about to sneak out of the window I noticed a notepad and sighed. I wanted to write her a cheesy little note.
Baby girl,
I hate that I have to leave you alone, but I'll be back to get you in a few hours, promise. We fell asleep on the roof and I truly don't know how considering the fact that it's freezing. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened to your mother, but just know I'm here for you, always. Sleep well, angel. ~Your boy- Guitar Dude
I questioned myself as I put down the pen and placed the notepad on the middle of the desk where it would be noticeable. Was I even her boyfriend? No- at least not officially. I gave her one last glance before heading out the window.
6:45 am Vanessa
A low groan escaped my lips as my slumber slowly wore off. I was in my bed, bundled up which caused me to furrow my eyebrows. Throwing my comforter and sheets over to the side, I shrugged out of my bed and looked around. It was 6:45 am and suddenly I realized it was a Thursday. My face began to relax as a deadpan expression washed over me. As my face relaxed, I felt something move on my forehead. Reaching up, I grabbed whatever it was. It was a sticky note. I eyed it for a moment before chuckling. It read: Bieber's . How cute, I was property. I laughed lowly at how petty and sassy I was being so early in the morning. Fiddling with the note, I placed it on the wall, where a vacant headboard should've gone. That's when I found other little notes scattered along the wall. They were all corny and had little phrases on them. I glided my finger tips along a few of the words that were printed, wanting to savor each and everyone one of the notes. Eyeing my room further more, I noticed my window was slightly cracked. A soft smile played at my lips when I remembered Justin came by yesterday. Clutching his hoodie I rose from my dead and began to pass my desk. I paused when I saw my notepad was moved. Grasping the notepad with my thin fingers I began to read the note. Instantly my heart began to throb. Licking my lips a wild smile took over my face; my cheeks began to hurt but I didn't care. Reading the last bit of the note I sighed, not wanting to think about my mother furthermore today. I analyzed the note. His sloppy handwriting was beyond adorable and so was his signature. I didn't get how his simple penmanship was horrid, but his cursive was not. It threw me off guard though. My boy? Looking closer I noticed a new letter forming after the y. It was a starting f which was easily corrected by Guitar Dude. I smirked slightly before shaking my head and placing the notepad down.
My boyfriend, Guitar Dude.
I was slowly falling in love with the thought of that, but I knew it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. We were simply seeing each other and that was known, but something with a title? I didn't think we had one. I walked back towards my bed and found my phone waiting for me on the nightstand. I seriously needed a new one. This was no longer cutting it, at all. I scrolled through my messages.
Dad: Be home the day before Thanksgiving. We'll have dinner, just like we used to :) Love you, sweetpea. Hope you're okay. I'll call you when I can.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why? I hadn't had a true Thanksgiving dinner in a long time. We hadn't had a true Thanksgiving in a long time-not ever since my mother died. I puckered my lips up in a duck like position before sighing.
Sweetpea: I love ya too, dad. I'm fine. Talk to you soon.
I then checked again for more messages, although I hardly talked to anyone.
Guitar Dude: Good morning gorgeous. I hope you slept alright. I'm leaving the house in about twenty minutes. See you soon, baby girl.
A warm smile mended my face and I happily sighed.
Baby Girl Van: Good morning, baby boy. Thanks for the notes. You're so corny, Justin lol. See you soon, just ring the door bell when you get here.
With that I put my phone down and headed towards the bathroom.
School started at eight so I decided to get ready. I had no idea how soon Justin would get here before I got ready and attempted to make breakfast.
