Love Without Tragedy | JB | a.u| BWWM | COMPLETE

Eighteen.

I nervously awaited the arrival of Justin. I watched TV to keep myself distracted.

It was just after 6pm and he still wasn't here. I would've thought he'd run off or something but he'd never leave his hotel with all his stuff still here. Or maybe he would because he could afford to. He was with his girlfriend, probably.

I fiddled with my fingers and jumped from being startled when I heard the door open.

Justin walked in, a paper bag and pizza boxes in his hands.

He didn't say anything as he placed them on the coffee table in front of me, so I decided to speak first.

"Justin, I'm sorry about earlier on. I was... out of line." I trailed off.

He looked at me.

'Use the embarrassment line! Use the embarrassment line!'

"I uhm... Was caught off guard by the guy who snapped at me. Embarrassing." I said.

"Alright." He said.

I looked up at him.

"I got us some dinner and I got you this." He handed me the paper bag.

"Thanks." I looked inside the paper bag and found some black material inside.

I pulled it out of the bag and found that there was a box in there too, a shoe box. I held up the black material and found that it was a short dress with lace details. It was beautiful.

I looked up at Justin, not knowing what to say.

"Do you like it?" He asked me.

I nodded my head and looked at the dress again.

"I... I've never had anything like it." I breathed.

"I hope it's the right size." He said, finally taking a seat.

I hoped so too.

I pulled the box out of the paper bag and opened it. Inside were black heels. Red bottoms just like the supermodel's.

The thought of her made my stomach tie itself up in knots. How could someone be so flawless?

"Thank you." I said to Justin again.

"I'll hang the dress up for you so it doesn't wrinkle up before tomorrow evening." He said.

I handed the dress to him and he took the shoes with him too.

I suddenly started feeling guilty.

Justin returned and helped himself to some pizza.

"You didn't have to get me an outfit, Justin." I said. "Especially since I was rude to you. I apologize again."

He looked at me.

"You said you didn't have anything to wear to an Italian restaurant." He said.

"I know but... I wasn't expecting you to go shopping for me." I blushed.

"I wanted to."

"I hope it didn't cost you a fortune. I promise, I'll pay you back as soon as I can." I tried to smile.

Justin chuckled.

"If you insist, good luck."

Good luck? What did that mean? Oh goodness, it probably cost him a fortune!

'Duh! You ever heard of Christian Louboutin?'

"They're beautiful items." I said, trying to shift the heavy atmosphere.