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Fall » Justin Bieber

❝ You can't fly unless you let yourself fall ❞

The shrieking pitch of the front doorbell, bursts through his ear drums. He ran over to the front door, behind his mom; as she opened the door quickily.

"Just wanted to stop by and say hi," A woman said, her sweet smooth voice was distinctly an American voice. "I'm Cristina and this is Angel, we're your new neighbors," She pushed the little girl forward, who stared shyly down at the floor.

"Oh hi," mom says enthusiastically and offered her hand. "Nice to meet you!"

The girl was wearing a sundress. Its light skirt flowed out above her knees showing off her toned legs. Her hair was the color of wheat that glistens in the field, and was braided into two tiny ropes on each side of her head. Her jade colored eyes, they shone like diamonds. She is the sweetest girl he ever knew and she is so pretty. She is just like her name implies, angelic.

'Hi,' she says, a smile accompaning her words 'hi'; the smile that he adores the most. That smile.

"Justin?" The familiar voice calls out, breaking him out of his daydreams. "Oh, there you are!" She exclaimed cheerfully, as she approached him and sat carefully down next to him on the rooftop's ledge, her legs dangling over the side.

"Hey," he said almost hesitantly to the girl who came by like an angel, into his life.

Angel and Justin, have been best friend since that day. They were almost the same age (she's two years younger than him); they share same interests and opinions.

"Why are you sitting on the roof?" She asked, her voice soft and inquisitive. He adored her voice. He could listen to it all day. They sat there in a moment of silence, gazing at the setting sun, as the wind ruffled their hair. Justin cracked a smile and slid to the edge of the roof, his feet dangling off the side and gently hitting against the bricks beneath them. "It's nice out here," he said looking around at the scenery.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" he spoke quietly without looking at her. "Yes, it is," she mumbled as they kept staring at the setting sun.

By the time the sun was setting, the sky was painted with an array of pink, orange and yellow, the clouds faded and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. The crisp air surrounds them as they gaze at the fiery colors of the setting sun melt into a moonlit, star studded canvas.

After a few passing moments, he regained his composure. He could feel her green eyes, staring up at him. Justin averted his own brown eyes from the view at her.

"How is Alex?" he asks her, referring to her boyfriend, Alex Reed. She looked away hiding her eyes from him. "Um he's fine," she said smiling, but a smile he knew was a fake one; the smile hadn't reached her eyes. It breaks his heart every time to see her like this. Every time Alex does wrong, he's the shoulder she is crying on. He don't think he can stay sitting around while she is hurting anymore.

For the next few minutes, they didn't interact or merely said anything. Instead they sat there in silence, with the cold February wind kissing their faces, welcoming them for an enchanting experience.

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Alex was furious; she could see it in his eyes. His usually sparkling blue eyes are now dark and scary like clashing ocean waves with anger. He didn't want to talk, he wouldn't and she didn't know what to ask.

"You're a real bastard Alex," She stopped. She could see his eyes get darker.

"Angel, I can explain." He spoke the infamous four words that she never wanted to hear. He sighed taking her hand in his; but she pushed them away.