My Mate.

HELL YES!!!

TERRY-ANN'S P.O.V

I woke up to the amazing smell of chocolate chip pancakes.

I was going to get up from my bunk but something was blocking me.

Or rather  someone.

I carefully looked at the person and realized that it was Justin. Huh. Justin Bieber is sleeping beside me.

Then it hit me.

OH.MY.GOD.

JUSTIN BIEBER IS SLEEPING BESIDE ME!!!

Ok. Ok. I'm good.

Wait......what happened last night? Why is he sleeping here beside me? Am I dreaming?

The sound of someone groaning beside me snapped me out of my thoughts. Justin opened his eyes and looked at me before smiling and saying "Good morning"

I smiled back at him and said "Good morning" He said "Uh we should uh probably uh get ready for the day then uh eat" "Yeah. Yeah uh we uh probably should" I said playing with my thumbs.

"Okay" he said,getting up. I grabbed onto his arm. "Wait! Can you please tell me what happened last night?" I asked. "Oh you don't remember? " he asked. I shook my head,frowning.

"Okay. Well...you were shouting things in your sleep like 'Please don't!' and 'Someone help me!' so I comforted you and you fell asleep crying but you wouldn't let go of me so I just stayed here with you" he said. I just nodded because I couldn't think of anything to say.

Those stupid nightmares are coming back and I can't do anything about them. I went to therapy for months but that obviously didn't work.

"Why were you having a nightmare anyway?" he asked and I froze. Should I tell him? I mean... I just met the guy but when I'm around him I get this feeling. It's like I've known him my entire life. It's weird but I'll give it a shot.

"Ok. Justin...what I'm about to tell you can't be heard by anyone else okay? Pinky swear?" I asked. "Pinky swear" he said before he linked his pinky with mine.

I gulped and bit my bottom lip nervously. I said "My mom and my two twin brothers died in a car crash. It was on the day that I had a stomach bug and we were going to get ice-cream after visiting a doctor. I lost some memory but regained it as the weeks passed. My father had a broken ribcage but it healed after like two months. He blamed it all on me and for a short period of time,I really did believe that it was my fault. He would get so angry at me and the fact that he was drunk most times didn't help at all.-"

I gave him an unsure look but he just nodded,indicating that I should go on. So I did. "-He would physically and sexually abuse me-" he cut me off. "-He what?!" he shouted. I saw shock then sorrow then anger on his face.

"It got to the point where I almost committed suicide. You're the reason why I'm still alive Justin. Your song,pray, came on the radio while I was about to stab myself with a knife. After I dropped the knife to the floor and cried for God knows how long,my father came back home and cut me across my abdomen with the knife." I lifted up the huge shirt that I was wearing to show him the scar."Then he raped me but my neighbour caught him this time. He went to jail and I lived with my neighbour until I found a job at a pizza parlor. That's where I met Meg and we just kinda clicked. I went through therapy for months because I kept on having these awful dreams. Or should I say nightmares?" I chuckled bitterly.

"But apparently that didn't work at all." I finished. I didn't tell him about the whole partying, dropping out of school and fake I.D. thing. That's for another time because I can just tell by the look on his face that this alone was enough. It's quite a lot to take in and I don't want to give him even more bad news about my screwed up past to make him feel overwhelmed.

He was crying now.

Ok. I spoke too soon.

I realized that I was crying too when I felt something wet roll down my face. I sniffed and wiped my tears before saying "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel overwhelmed. I ju-" he cut me off. "-No. No. It's not your fault. I can't believe that I cried infront of a girl. Why do I have to be so damn sensative?" he asked,wiping his tears as well.

I giggled and said "It takes a man to cry." I smiled at him. "I guess so" he said,smiling back at me.

After a few seconds of silence, Justin did something that I didn't expect at all. "Uh...Terry? Uh...would you um...l-like to go out on a d-date with me?" he asked nervously. I could've sworn that my jaw almost hit the freaking floor.

"A-Are you serious?" I asked stupidly. I mentally slapped myself for that one. "Of course" he said,playing with his thumbs.

I inwardly did the happiest happy dance I've ever done in my life. "Sure" I replied,smiling like a total idiot. "R-Really?" he asked,making sure that he heard right. "Yeah" I answered casually,not wanting to show just how excited I am.

I'm pretty sure that if I did that,I would freak him out and he'd run away from me. "Okay. Cool. It's a date" he said,calmly as if he was trying not to freak me out either. I almost believed his calm state.

This boy should really try out for the acting industry.

"It's a date" I repeated his earlier words. I got up from my bunk and waved at him. He waved back and I smiled from ear to ear but me being the idiot that I am didn't watch where I was walking and bumped my head on the wall next to my bunk.

"Ah shit!" I hissed,rubbing my now throbbing forehead. "Are you okay?" Justin asked. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine! I'm good! See you at breakfast!" I said before speed-walking to the bathroom. I closed the door and slid down it with my back against it.

I'm going on a date with Justin Bieber.

HELL YES!!!

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