Broken - A Justin Bieber Love Story

Eight

Eight

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Song of The Chapter

Your Love Is A Song by Switchfoot

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          Maylee

     *three months later*

     It's crazy to think that it was already May. The days have gone by so fast, I swear it was December yesterday. Right now, I was sitting on the front porch, writing down a few story ideas I had. I've decided I wanted to be a writer/journalist when I grow up, or at least after high school. I just loved story writing for some reason, and I would love to begin a career in entertainment, rating and reviewing any big screen movie or play, anything. It's pretty much the only thing that brings me joy when I do it.

     The sun was out, smiling at every object that resided on the earth. It was hot, though. Really hot, may I add. I was wearing a pair of shorts and a flannel shirt over a loose t-shirt, much to my liking. I liked wearing clothes that I could actually breath in, rather than tight fitting shirts and dresses that outlined every single one of my flaws.

     I was in the middle of a thought, one that I had been thinking about for the last ten minutes now and I was just starting to put it in words, when a tall figure seemed to be walking up my driveway, towards the porch. I looked up cautiously and my eyeballs almost bolted out of their sockets. Obviously in shock, I slowly put aside everything in was doing and stared at the person in front of me, waiting for them to speak.

     "Do you have a second?" Justin asked softly, raising one eyebrow as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. I nodded and patted the spot next to me on the bench, watching as he sat down. He didn't speak at first, plainly looking at me with intent. I did my best to hide my nervousness, so I picked up my notebook and continued to write, even though I intended to put it down in the first place. I wasn't exactly writing, mainly doodling on the paper to make it look like I was in some way busy. In the middle of all the random swirly drawings I was creating on the paper, I suddenly got an idea and began writing it down. But I didn't write much, until Justin spoke up.

     "I'm going on tour again," he started, catching my attention. I completely forgot about his tour. He had one not long before I found out my dad was in the hospital, and I remember he was telling me about going on tour again. I just didn't think it would be now.

     I brought my gaze back up to Justin slowly, losing my trail of thought about what I was writing as I met eyes with him. "Really?" I choked out, this news being somewhat surprising to me. I know we aren't as close as we were before, but I don't want him to leave. Ever. As selfish as that may sound, it was true. It brought me a kind of safeness, knowing Justin was around. And to have that safety taken away from me, I just wouldn't let it happen.

     "Yeah, tomorrow."

     I was nearly at a loss for words. Why so soon? Couldn't he stay a little longer? Maybe like four or five years...?

     "For how long?" I asked, my voice barely coming out loud enough. He looked down at his feet, biting his lip as he let out a slow breath. I had a feeling I wouldn't like his answer.

     "Eight months."

     My mood had completely changed in less than a few moments. I tried to think about a whole eight months without Justin. Sure, it's been three months since we last talked, but this is by far the longest we've gone and I don't plan on going any longer. I need Justin in my life and as hard as it is for him to admit it, he needs me too. Without each other, neither of us are whole. I've known him long enough to know that he can't last a few months without me, let alone a year.