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

|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|11|

I took my shower and returned to the bedroom where my bags were now sitting on the bed. I shut the door to separate Justin, who was out on the balcony, from myself.  Turning the lock, I moved over to the bed and unzipped my big suitcase. Inside were various items of clothing that I had lazily thrown into it. I picked out a pair of lace leggings and a baggy long sleeved top and dropped my towel, slipping into them. I pulled a pair of spiked platform heels from the bag and laid them on the floor to put on after putting on my earrings. I took my hair brush and makeup bag to the bathroom where I brushed my hair into less of a wreck and threw on some simple makeup. Just opaque black eye shadow and a dark red lip.

Every time I look in the mirror these days, I remember that girl from Texas who looked and dressed much different than the girl who now looked back at me through my reflection. I sighed, shaking off the nostalgia, and went to take my things to put them away in my suitcase. I stepped out of the bathroom, almost running into Justin, who was now slightly shorter than me with my heels on. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him.

“A, my mom invited us to lunch, are you going to be ready in about 10 minutes?” he asked.

“I’m already done getting ready, but I would rather not go,” I said honestly.

“My mom wants to see you. There wasn’t exactly any catching up last night,” he said, looking down as if he was hiding something.

I cocked my eyebrow in confusion before I realized what he was getting at and I began to pull anxiously at my shirt. He was talking about my scars and the fact that you could count almost every bone in my body. She’d seen all that.

“I guess you’re right,” I sighed compliantly and his face lit up slightly.

“So you’re ready then I guess?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

I nodded and he motioned for the door. Hesitantly I walked towards it, swinging it open. Justin followed, joining me at my side.

He led the way through the hotel, to a small, almost empty café. Pattie and Kenny were already waiting for us outside. Pattie saw me and waved a wide smile on her face. In a feat to refrain from coming off as rude or annoyed, I painted a fake smile on my face and gave a small smile. She took a few steps forward to meet us and she gave me a hug.

“It’s great to see you, Aiden. It’s been so long,” she said.

“Yeah, well, I’m here now,” I replied, shifting my weight awkwardly.

“Let’s get some food in you. You must be hungry,” she said, obviously trying to keep from looking down and my extremely slender frame.

“I’m actually not that hungry,” I said, having no appetite.

“Aiden, you haven’t had anything to eat today,” Justin said.

“Let’s get a table first, and then we’ll decide what it is we all want, okay?” Pattie said, preventing an argument. She could probably tell that I was about to snap at Justin.

She led us into the café and picked a table in the back. I took my seat next to Justin, Kenny and Pattie sitting across from us. There was a slight awkward moment of silence before a waitress approached us and pulled out her small notepad.

“Hello, my name is Michelle and I’m you’re waitress today. What can I get for you all to drink?” she asked.

“Water,” I answered quickly.

Justin shot a glance at me before ordering water as well as he stared at me.

The waitress walked away with a smile, leaving us to look at the small menus that were tucked behind the salt and pepper. What could I get that might not upset my stomach? I asked myself before deciding on a tossed salad.

The waitress returned to take our orders after a few minutes. I ordered my salad and Pattie and Justin both glanced at me and I pretended not to notice. The lady smiled and left.

“So, how’ve you been, Aiden?” Pattie asked with a smile.

“I’ve been okay. We moved back to Kingman because my mom felt that staying in Fort Worth was a bad idea so I’ve just been trying to adapt to that change, you know?” I said.

“Yeah. That’s understandable. Do you like it in Kingman?” she continued.

“It’s not exactly the best town. There’s a lot of drugs. I mean, there’s drugs everywhere, but the town is just so small that it’s hard to not run into the users,” I answered, taking a sip from my water.

“Aw, that’s too bad. Do you think you’ll ever go back to Texas?” she asked.

“I plan to someday. Probably after I graduate. The colleges there are better than what’s around here,” I said and she nodded.

There was a slight awkward silence while she pondered how to word her next question.

“Do you know what happened to, what’s-his-name?”

I looked down, knowing that she was talking about Robert, images that haunted me flashing through my mind before I hesitantly opened my mouth, “They got him out of the house before it collapsed. As far as I know he’s in prison. We didn’t stay around long enough to find out what exactly happened to him.”

She nodded without speaking, but Justin then turned to me, “you didn’t tell me that.”

“You didn’t ask,” I retorted just as the waitress returned with our meals.

Trying to put up a front of normality, I picked up my fork, stabbed a tomato and stuffed it into my mouth, forcing myself to chew and swallow.

“Well, Aiden, it good to have you here. Justin has a lot of fun on tour. I think you’ll enjoy it,” Pattie smiled, and I nodded, ending the discussion.

I picked at the leaves of lettuce on my plate, taking small bites.

The quietness was unnerving as I knew Pattie had so many more questions that she probably didn’t feel appropriate to ask at the lunch table.

“Justin!” I heard a shrill voice call out and it made the hairs on my arms and back of my neck stand up. Not her again, I thought to myself.

Selena came to stand at the end of the table. She looked at me, pretending to be sweet, “I love that shirt.”

“Mhm, so do I,” I growled, looking down at my food as my appetite went from being barely there to being completely non-existent. I set my fork down and took another sip of my water and stood, putting my napkin on top of the plate.

“You know, I’m honestly not hungry. I’m just gonna go back up to the room. I don’t feel well,” I said, my heels making me slightly taller than Selena as I came to stand almost next to her.

Justin dug in his pocket for the room key and handed to me, “I want to take you out later and do something to get out of the room. I’ll call you when we’re done here, okay?”

"It's a little late for that," I said, hinting at the fact that I waited for his call for a year, and took the key from his hand, turning immediately to leave the café.

I put Aiden's outfit over on the ride above the song. I think that by doing that you guys can really get a sense of Aiden's personal style. How do you guys like that? Should I do that more often?