Justin's POV
1 week later
My 18th birthday is next week and I really want to have Shawna come to my party and for her to come on Ellen with me. She hates me and I don't know why, but I really like her. I've liked her since the hair flip. Haha.
"Justin, let's go. You were supposed to be at the studio an hour ago." Scooter said.
I got up and went to my car,
"I'll meet you there." Scooter said.
I nodded and got in. At the studio, Ryan and Scooter were the only ones there.
"So you need to record Boyfriend, and Be Alright." Scooter told me.
I did so and stayed super focused the whole time. I ended up writing another song, it started:
"Let me tell you a story, about a girl and a boy. He fell in love with his best friend when she's around, he feels nothing but joy."
I stayed late at the studio and we went back to Scooter's place when we were done.
Shawna was sitting on the couch crying.
"Shawna? What's wrong?" Scooter asked her.
"I'll tell you about it later. I didn't know you guys would be home so early." She answered quietly.
"It's almost 11 sweetie." Scooter rubbed her back.
She laid her head on his shoulder and I sat down beside them on the couch.
"So can you tell me what's wrong?" Scooter asked her.
"Chad, h-he cheated on m-me with R-Rachel." She tried to stop crying.
"I'm so sorry Shawna." Scooter hugged her.
She cried a little more before finally calming down and she went upstairs.
"Don't you dare make a move on her." Scooter said.
"I'm not!" I put my hands above my head.
"I know you Justin." Scooter chuckled.
"I know. But she's so pretty." I said, thinking about her made me smile.
"She is, but give her time." He said before walking into the kitchen.
I went up to Shawna's room and knocked on the door frame before walking in. She sat at her desk looking at pictures and tearing them apart.
"Shawna." I said quietly.
"Yes Justin?" She asked bluntly.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay."
"I'm fine."
She walked passed me and threw away the papers and pictures. I grabbed her arm and pulled her so she faced me. Our noses just inches away from each other. I could feel her breath against my chest. As I looked down at her I saw the hurt in her eyes. I pulled her closer to me and moved the hair out of her face. I kept my hand gently on her cheek and my other hand on her lower back. She kept her hands on my chest as I closed the gap between us. I felt sparks instantly. But they ended when she pulled away.
"Justin, no." She looked down and stepped away from me.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly.
She sat on her bed and I sat beside her.
"Justin, I'm sorry. But I really appreciate you being here for me." She said, she didn't look up from her lap. She just fiddled her fingers.
"It's okay." I said.
