Patience | Justin Bieber

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Legit the biggest dickhead, I've been writing this damn chapter for days and I just leave to do something mid masterpiecing (lol kidding) and fucking just forget because I'm a stupid penis so yeah, apologies

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"Be back in half an hour, my darlings," Caitlin says as she gets off the bust at some abandoned petrol station. Awesome. I'm going to die here.

Harry leaps over the top of me bc he's probably about to piss his pants and I stay on the bus for a couple more seconds trying to find my wallet. Mama needs some sugar. And by that I mean a kilo of lollies. Once I hop off the bus I'm greeted by my favourite Portuguese hottie, smoking a cigarette outside the bus. As much as I hate smoking (cept for when I'm drunk), that man sure know how to work a durrie. Almost as hot as Dylan/ Cole Sprouse in that one video that had me feeling some type of way.

"Ola, graça," he says and I almost melt into the pavement like a popsicle. He says graça is Portuguese for Grace but I think its a spell to make me weak.

"Hey, Stefano, hows it hanging?" He pulls the cigarette that was once between his lips away with two fingers.

"It is hanging very well, darling, how are you?" And then he releases the smoke he was holding down in the opposite direction to me. OMG HOW CUTE HE DOESNT WANT ME TO GET LUNG CANCER I LOVE HIM.

"I'm great!"

"Justin's over there by himself, if you were wondering. He seems upset, what's wrong with him?"

"UhhhhhIdunno nuthin I dunno," #willneverwinanoscar #leonardowouldnotbeproud

"Riiiiiiight," he says as he drops his finished butt to the floor and stomps on it, "until you go back to loving each other, I'm always free to talk," he says as he takes my hand and kisses it, "okay now I need to piss," he says and he walks away.

Okay man, tmi but okay.

I look around for a moment before I decide what to do. The ladies toilets have a line stretching back to Oz so I'm thankful my bladder is strong. I like to call my bladder John Cena.

I'm not hungry either plus I snagged a Nutella croissants for the road. There's to 2 older couples over there, I suppose I could talk to them but I don't feel like wanting to kill myself atm so I think I'll pass.

I go to turn back to the bus to spend the next 30 minutes on my phone reading Shawn mendes fanfiction on wattpad until I catch a glimpse of a lonesome boy with a beanie, sitting off a grassy mountain edge to the left. I spot Mikey sitting at a park bench maybe 5 meters from Justin, he's on his phone. I make my way over to him as I sit beside him on the bench.

"Mikey," I say with a smile and he turns to me with the same one.

"Gray," he say as he nods and puts his phone down. There's silence for a moment as I look out to the beautiful blue canal before us. It is of course down about 30 meters and I'd be able to see it a lot clearer if I were sitting near Justin, but I think I'll pass, "he told me everything... he was on the phone to me for nearly the entire ride here."

He says, breaking me from my off with the fairies moment, I don't know what to say at first. Fucked does he know we kissed, oh that's so embarrassing.

"Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?" I say and I can't help but look down at my twiddling fingers.

"This is what I told him would fucking happen," he says as he clenches his fists, wow shit man I've never heard Mikey swear before, that was hot, "you uh... you should go talk to him. He should explain himself."

WEL shit man, it's not like I've been trying to talk to him all freaking day but WHATEVER.

But instead of saying that, I merely nodded and thanked him for telling me shit. I then got up and made my way over to Justin.

As. Slowly. As. I. Mother. Fucking. Could.

I even stopped a couple times and like turned around bc I was second guessing myself. I looked like Michael Jackson or something it was weird.

Once I finally approached him I sat next to him with a comfortable distance between us as I looked down at my satisfying view of the canal. He turned to me quickly when I sat down, bc I probably silently scared the shit out of him, and his sight hasn't left the side of my head since.

"So, um... why do you uh ... hate me again?" I ask still looking down at the canal. I ain't about to look this bitch in the eyes lol.

His hand almost immediately shoots up to the back of his neck because apparently it was very itchy after I spoke.

"You think I hate you?" He says quietly. R u dumb.

"Well that's why you're ignoring me isn't it?" I say turning to him now, "or am I like a shit kisser or somethi-" ohshitmithfuckerdickballcuntfucekr what what. HES LISSING ME HES LISSING ME NOT LISSING KISSING YOU STUPID FUCKING AUTO COREECT WHY IS HE KISSING ME WHAT.

He pulls away after a good few seconds, leaving me very speechless and very wide eyed.

"Now I'm really confused....." I say quietly and still frozen.

"I don't hate you and your not a shit kisser," he says quickly, "not even in the slightest."

"You don't hate me in the slightest or I'm not a shit kisser in the slightest?" I say, attempting to boost my ego. It needs healing leave me alone.

"Both!" He says with a laugh and he shake his head, his smile then partly fades away and his eye contact that he once held strongly no longer exists,

"that's the problem."