Unbreakable Love

Chapter 6

Justin's  POV:

"Ok, shoot.", she says giving a small smile.  Let's start simple. "Do your parents still live in Georgia?" She froze, her smile slid from her face and all she did was stare at me. I waited for her answer. What was wrong with her. She looked like someone just slapped her. "Are you ok?", I ask. She seemed to shake out of her silence. "They...ummm.... Died when I was 18.", she says sadly. So much for starting simple. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you mind if I ask what happened." She took a deep breath. "They were hit by a drunk driver. They died on impact. Of course the driver of the other car was fine, just a few cuts here and there.", she says discussed. "God, That sucks. What did they do for a living?", I asked just trying to learn more. She started to shake her head. "I don't really like talking about them. I've already said more than I normally do. Can we just talk about something else?", she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Sure.", I said, and asked the first question that popped in my head. "Do you like pickles?" "What?", she started to laugh. I smiled. " I said do you like pickles?" "Where did that question come from?", she said while chuckling. "Well I was just trying to change the subject and that was the first thing that came to mind.", I confessed. "Really, pickles were the first thing that came to you?", she teased. "Shut up and just answer the damn question.", I said jokingly. "Yes, I like pickles, But not like the circle ones you put on a hamburger. I like the whole long juicy ones." I smirked. "What?", she said looking at me crazy. "You like and I quote, "the long juicy ones." "Wow, you have a dirty mind!", she says. "Oh well.", I shrug.She play hit my arm. "Ouch, that hurt.", I fake pouted as I  rub my arm. "Get over it.", she says grinning.

I watch her beside me as she sleeps. She had dosed off after our conversation. We had talked for about two hours just about random things. I found out she had just bought a new Camaro. Pink and purple are her favorite colors. Her favorite subject in school was history. She wanted a tattoo, but she didnt know where she wanted it or what she wanted. She has always wanted to go to Paris. Her best friend Brooklyn works here at the bank, and was the one to tell her about the job opening. I found out she could tie a cherry stim with her tongue which sounded kinda hot. She had also confessed that she had forgot to sign the log bfore we came in, and that was why the guard didnt know we were in here. But what I couldnt stop thinking about now, as I looked at her, was our conversation about her past relationships. Or I really should say lack of past relationships............

-Flashback-

"So do you have a boyfriend.", I had asked. "No. Do you have a girlfriend?", she countered. "No. Whens the last time you had boyfriend?", I asked curious. She hesitated,"Four years ago." I couldn't believe her last relationship had been so long ago. Why wasn't she taken. She was beautiful. She had pretty long hair, amazing big bright eyes, and a body any girl would be jealous of. "Why?", I ask stunned. "Ummm... I haven't found anyone I want to be with?!", she said it like she wasn't sure if that was the right answer. "You don't sound to sure." " I just don't usually get to close to peple I guess.",she says as she looks away from me. "How long has it been since you had a girlfriend?", she asked. "I don't think I've ever really had one.", I said honestly. I didn't want to come right out and say I was a one girl kinda guy. I liked to mess around. "I can't believe that.", she said flatly, looking back at me. "You should because its the truth." "I know girls have had to be interested.", she stated as if it was an obvious thing. "And why is that?" Her cheeks started to turn red and she looked away again. "Well, your good looking.", she spoke. I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Well I don't know why your single, because your beautiful." She looked at me and smiled and I gave one back.

-End of flashback-

I couldn't get over the fact that she hadn't had a relationship in four years. That's a long time in a girl's world. Right? I wonder why she doesn't get close to people. I wonder if it has anything to do with loosing her parents? I couldn't imagine loosing mine. I loved my mom and dad. They had gotten a divorce when I was little and I didn't get to spend much time with them together. I missed them a lot. With me here and them in Canada I didn't get to see them as much as I would like. I dint know what I would do if I knew I would never be able to see them again. (Y/n) didn't have any brothers or sisters either. She was truly alone other than Brooklyn. That must have been real hard to deal with. Fuck, that still must be hard to deal with.

I suddenly felt something lightly hit my shoulder. I looked down to see that (y/n)'s head had fell on my shoulder. She smelt wonderful. I glanced down at my phone to see what time it was. It was 9:36pm. We have a good while left, but I didn't really care anymore. I'm kinda glad she forgot to sign in and the guard shut the door. It's gave me time to get know (y/n). I couldn't get her out of my head before, so maybe now that she wasn't such a mystery to me she wouldn't be in my head 24/7.