Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 13

(Justin's pov)
I feel Christie shift in my arms, then interlock her fingers in mine.
"Morning," I mumble sleepily. Her kind eyes meet mine, and she smiles at me. She looks so beautiful.
"Justin, how do they know about me?" she looks at me, now worried. Fuck, I knew she'd be affected by last night.
"They found out somehow," I caress her cheek to comfort her.
"How?" she has a little fear in her eyes, and it makes me upset at myself.
"Well, you're on the news," I remind her, smiling to break the fear in her chest.
"Oh, yeah...but how did they know that I was with you?" she's insecure about her question, but she shouldn't be.
"Rumors," I sighed. It's the only way they've could've found out. Some dipshit had to run his mouth.
"Oh," Christie seems bothered by it, so I kiss her comfortingly.
"Don't worry about them. They like to get in your head a lot," I calm her before kissing her temple.
"Ok," she looks down. I slide off the bed, pull her with me, then kiss her lips.
"C'mon, lets go eat breakfast," I smile at her and run a hand through my hair.
"Ok, I need to change first," she smiles back and goes into my bathroom. I turn around and grab a black shirt from my open drawer. I brush my teeth in the kitchen, then reach for my phone. We're going to need to move out of here before the Mafias fuck with us again, or the police find us. Christie's literally all over the news. This isn't the first time I've had problems with the law, so it's no big deal.
"But this is about Christie, so it is a big deal!" the voices return with the same scream. I sigh miserably before I hear faint footsteps, so I put my phone down to see Christie walking up to me. She's perfect, everything about her. I take her hand; then we head the door. I grab my car keys and opened my car door for her. Because of the police, I drive to a restaurant out of town.

We're seated at a table and look at the menu. Christie just stares at the menu, and she isn't even trying to find something. She's thinking, over thinking, and I can't let that happen.
"Hey, so what do you want?" I interrupt her thoughts, and she gazes back at me with slight smile.
"Uhm, can I just have orange juice? I'm not really hungry." I don't blame her. If I knew the Mafias were watching me, which is probably happening right now, I wouldn't think straight either. That's why I just order a couple pancakes and a coffee.
After we finish our breakfast, I drive Christie out of town so we can look for an apartment to move into. I still haven't told her about the move yet. I guess it didn't occur to me.
"Hey baby." "Yeah?" Her dark brown eyes meet mine, taking me a little by surprise.
"So my friends and I talked about a plan, and we're planning on moving out. There's too much going on to have the police showing up at our door, or anymore surprise attacks from anyone, so we're moving," I explain, and she nods understandingly.
"Ok, that's cool," she smiles, making me chuckle
"What?" Her smile widens.
"You say things so carelessly." "Sorry?" she blushes a little while smiling.
"Don't be. It's cute, babe." My statement makes her blush even more. Her hair covers her face, along with her sleeves too. After a few seconds, she reveals her face again, and I chuckle.
"Let's try this place," I park by a brick apartment building.
"Wait, what apartment are you looking for?" Curiosity is in her eyes. "Probably one with a lot of space, maybe two rooms. One for them, and one for us.".
"Ok," she opens her door, and I open mine. I hold her hand, then peck it. She giggles again as we enter the building.
"Hello, how may I help you?" an employee at the desk greets us in a welcoming manner.
"Uhm, how much would it cost to live here?" "I'd say $400-600," the accountant scrolls on a computer.
"Hmm, ok. I'll probably catch you later," I pull Christie along with me and walk out the door.
-5pm-
We visit about 4 more apartments, but we finally choose one with 2 bedrooms and a kitchen, along with a tv room. It's $600, but I've paid for it. It's really not that much.
"We'll move in on Saturday," I open the door for Christie, then walk around and hop in the car.
"Is that as soon as we can?" she asks, looking straight ahead.
"Yeah, why?" "Just wanting to know," she shrugs nonchalantly.
"Ok. Oh hey, are you hungry now?" After all it's about dinner time.
"Uhm...yeah." Her voice changes, and I can't tell if it's good or bad. I park at a hot dog place. It sort of like a fast food restaurant though. We get out and walk into the restaurant.