|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|Dear Aiden Sequel|

|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|9|

After putting out my 8th chapter, I got inspiration to write the 9th. The song that I put in this video goes with this story, however I mostly put it there because the artist, Kerli, is highly underrated and she's extremely talented. She is the writer responsible for Demi Lovato's song Skyscraper, which she gave to Demi as a gift, and the song that is on the right, Scar Tissue, which is the demo for what is now Selena Gomez's Ghost of You. Hopefully you guys really enjoy her music because she is super talented and I'll probably be using more of her songs in the future. If you like her, you should check out her new music video for her newest single "Zero Gravity".

I stared at him with a blank stare, wondering if he really said what I thought he just said.

“You want me to what?” I spat, in slightly rude tone.

“I want you to come on the road with me. I want you to come and tour with me,” he repeated.

“No,” I said with a rude chuckle, “absolutely not.”

“Aiden, come on. Please. If things don’t at least start looking up, I promise I’ll book you the next flight home,” Justin begged.

I shifted my weight and rubbed my temples as my brain felt like it was about to explode all over my bedroom. I concentrated on breathing, knowing that I was right on the edge of explosion. He sat on the edge of my bed with a pleading stare, his brows stressfully furrowed. I looked him in the face, making eye contact with him for one split second. In that second, the lights in my bedroom reflecting back at me in his gaze, I had a quick flash back of that day in the woods in Texas where we first connected.

I took a deep breath and shrugged, “and what do you expect for me to tell my mother?”

His expression brightened, “I’ll talk to her.”

“I doubt she’s going to let me completely forget school and go out and travel on the road with you, Justin,” I said.

“You don’t know that,” he said, “I can try and talk her into it. I think she would be supportive of it because it would help you.”

“I think I know my mom, Justin, but go out there. Go ask her. She’s going to say no,” I argued and motioned for the door to my bedroom.

He confidently stood, taking a step forward and swinging my door open. He walked down the hallway to where my mom was sitting on the couch still. I followed him slowly and watched as he leaned up against the bar in the entry way.

“Yes, Justin?” she asked, cocking her eyebrow at him.

“I just have a question. Aiden think you’re going to say no, but think you’re a pretty open minded person,” he said.

“Mhm, go on then,” she said.

“I think Aiden and I need time to work things out. I think that we need A LOT of time to work things out. So I wanted to ask if it would be alright with you if she went out on the road with me for the next couple of months,” he said nonchalantly.

She let out of a huff of air and said, “that’s really stupid to ask, Justin.”

His expression turned from hopeful to a mix of confused and disappointed, “wait, what?”

“I told you she wasn’t going to go for it,” I chimed in and my mom shot a glare at me.

“I think that’s a stupid question because of course I’m going to agree. She needs to get out of this town and who better to take her than you?” she said, still glaring at me.

My jaw dropped and rage began to build up inside me, “but mom! What about school?”

“Aiden, you and I both know that you don’t even have to go to school anymore. Carrying all your credits from Texas put you ahead last year, so don’t even start,” my mom said.

“I don’t want to go,” I said in a “matter-of-fact” tone, crossing my arms and shifting my weight.

“Oh well, Aiden. You’re going. You can either go with Justin or you can be confined to this house. I will take your keys and I will disconnect your phone. I will take you out of school and you will stay here until you turn 18 in 6 months. So you can do that for 6 months or you can go with Justin. It’s up to you,” she said.

My jaw still unhinged, I shot death glares back and forth at my mom and Justin, who was giving me his “victory” face.

“Better start packing,” my mom said, ending the argument.

Defeated, I stomped to my bedroom and sat down on my bed. Justin followed soon after.

“So, what’s your decision? Are you going to stay here, or are you leaving with me in…2 hours.”

“Well, I guess I really have no choice, do I?” I spat.

“I already told you that if it doesn’t work out, then I will get you a plane home. Just give it a chance, A,” he said and sat down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t touch me,” I said and squirmed out of his grip.

He pulled his arm away from me, “Alright. Sorry. I thought we made at least a little progress last night.”

“No, Justin. We had made progress. However, you couldn’t go one day without calling your girlfriend to spend some time with someone. No. You had to call her even though you probably knew that it would make me mad or upset me. So, all that ‘progress’ is not down the shitter,” I said, raising my voice a little.

He looked down, taking my verbal lashing.

“So, if you don’t mind. I have to pack for a trip I don’t want to go on with a person that I don’t want to be around. If you could please just sit there and wait and be quiet,” I said, pulling out a suitcase from underneath my bed.

He sat silently on my bed with his head down as I pulled clothes from my drawers and my closet. I thought to myself why my attitude didn’t seem to upset him or make him leave. Then, I remembered that he seemed to be unresponsive to my rude comments, snide remarks, and general stubbornness.  This was going to be a long six months.