Mistakes

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Justin

I look in the mirror and straighten my shirt.

I had chosen to wear a black button up shirt, complete with my, yes, signature gelled hair.

Did Ashlynn care if I looked like shit?

Of course not, but when you have a girl like her, you know damn well how to dress.

I picked up my phone and smiled at the text from her.

I slid to into my pocket and grabbed my keys.

Taking a quick glance around the room, I closed my door and walked downstairs.

My footsteps echoed in the large house, seeing that I was the only one there.

Well, unless you count Esther, but she was sleeping.

I gave her a quick pat on the head and opened the front door.

Making sure it was locked, I stepped outside and closed it behind me.

I walked quietly over to my car and got inside.

After putting the key in the ignition, I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the restaurant.

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When I got there, I parked my car and stepped out, scanning the parking lot for Ashlynn.

Maybe she was inside.

I shrugged slightly and walked inside and up to the man at the counter.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

"Reservation for Bieber."

I said quickly.

"Ah yes, your table is this way."

He motioned for me to follow him, so I did.

Glancing around the room, I smiled and sat down at the table.

Privacy.

Complete with candles.

How quaint.

I ran my hands through my hair and waited.

About two minutes after, Ashlynn walked into the room.

She was wearing a somewhat short red dress with black and gold heels.

Her hair was in a ponytail, and curled at the end.

I stood up and smiled at her.

"You look lovely."

She giggled and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you. This place is beautiful Justin."

"It is, almost as beautiful as you."

She giggled and smiled up at me.

I motioned to the table and sat down with her.

"How did you sleep last night?"

She sighed deeply and gave me a look of sadness.

"I was cold, lonely, and pissed so, not very well."

I frowned and rubbed her arm.

"What about you?"

She asked, looking into my eyes.

"Horrible. I didn't have anyone to cuddle."

She giggled and smiled at me.

God knows I would never get over her smile.

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