Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 63 ~ Red Handed

(Randy's POV)

I remember years ago I was given a model car for my birthday. It was one of those cars that you had to build and put together yourself before you could admire the finished copy. William helped me construct it but he wouldn't let me paint the car until my dad came home from work.

"We don't have any newspaper"

"But I want to build it now!"

"Not until dad brings home some news paper!"

William didn't want me to get paint all over the carpet while he was on babysitting duty.

"Randy, what are you doing?" Justin asked, "William said you couldn't paint it yet!"

"I don't need newspaper"

"Randy!"

"I won't make a mess!"

Even though Justin disapproved of what I was doing he didn't sell me out. He watched television while I started painting the toy car on my own.

"Oh no!" I stood up, "Oh no, oh no, oh no!!"

"You spilt it!!"

Red paint stained the carpet like blood.

"William is going to kill me!"

"I told you not to do it!"

"What do the two of you want for dinner?" William called from the kitchen, "Randy? Justin? Do you want mac and cheese?"

"Yes!!" I shouted back, "But don't come in here! Call us when it's ready!!"

"Randy! Now he's definitely going to come in here!"

"What's going on? Randy! If you are painting that car then I swear to god I will kick your ass..."

I heard his footprints coming down the hallway and I stared at my painted hands in fear.

"Move!"

Justin pushed me aside and fell onto the patch of painted carpet. He rubbed red paint on his hands and kept going until his hands were as red as mine.

I didn't ask him what he was doing. I already knew.

"You have got to be kidding me! The two of you are in so much trouble!"

William punished us both and Justin never said that he wasn't truly involved.

Justin always took punishments for my crimes. I did the same for him. It didn't matter who was guilty or who was innocent. Brothers stood together and they fell down together too.

It was that simple.

Your brother's mistakes are your mistakes too. If your brother gets caught red handed then so do you. Wrong or right goes out the window. Loyalty means more then that.

That's why I chose Justin over Quinn.

Even if Quinn was right and Justin was a dictator rather then a leader I still had no reason to stop following him. I would follow Justin into whatever hell he created for me.

He was my brother.

His mistakes were my mistakes too. Nothing could ever change that. Not even a girl.

"Randy... wake up! Wake up you loser!"

"Go away..." I muttered, "I need five more minutes"

"No you have to get up" Justin kicked the side of my bed, "We're all going out jet skiing"

"It's early!"

"It's eight!"

"Dude, my girlfriend dumped me yesterday! I deserve to sleep in until at least ten!"