Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 20

(Justin's pov)
I wake up to Christie's soft breath against my neck. What time is it? I lift up my phone and it's 9am. Yawning, I stand up, then whisper to Christie, "Babe, I'm gonna go in the other room. Is that ok?" "Mhm," she moans tiredly. I kiss her forehead, then walk into the other room. Khalil and Za look like they just woke up.
"Hey bro," Za mumbles tiredly.
"Hey," I rub the sleep out of my eyes. "Wassup?" Khalil croaks in the same tiredness. "Same shit bro," I add in a slight grin.
"What happened last night?" Za puts on a shirt. "I don't know. She got her feelings hurt," I answer, not wanting to talk about this.
"Oh," Za opens the fridge.
"I'm done with their shit. I swear if they don't fuck off, then I'm gonna make sure they leave with their hearts stuffed in their mouth.
I mutter, sounding pissed. "That's a little extreme, isn't it?" Za pours himself a glass if milk. "I'm not joking," I grumble before grabbing a bottle of water.

"We've got to meet up with a couple gangs tonight," Khalil changes the subject. "For what?" I gulp down the water. "Hiding evidence, and selling drugs," Khalil finally makes a move to open the cabinet. "What time?" Za opens a drawer. "6pm. We eat dinner afterwards," Khalil opens a box of cookies. "Now how we gonna do that?" I ask, remembering that we have to bring Christie along. "What'd you mean?" "I mean, we've got to bring Christie along, and I don't think she wants to see us bury the evidence," I remark reasonably. "She doesn't know about that?" Za shuts the cabinet to grab a cookie instead. "No, I'm not gonna freak her out," I shook my head. "Then I guess we'll hide it while you stay and talk to her or something," Khalil suggests helpfully. "That's cool," I hear the door open, and Christie steps out, biting her lip.

"Hi," she shyly greets us. "Hey,"
Za and Khalil smile at her as I walk up to her. "Wanna eat something here?" I step closer to her. "Sure," she smiles, but she looks insecure. I take her hand, and go in the kitchen.
"Alright guys, you have fun. I'm gonna go buy some shit," Za checks his phone. "My brother's picking me up," Za stands up.
"Yeah I need to visit my sister. She called me last night for something," Khalil stands up after him. "Alright see you," I say goodbye while moving Christie against the fridge once they both step out the door.
I instantly kiss Christie, and we make out for about 5 minutes before we stop.
"So what do you want to eat?" I let go of her hand, feeling my hand grow lonely. "I don't know," she shrugs with her hidden ribs.
"You're eating today," I tell her. I can't believe I forgot yesterday. I'm such a stupid ass dick. It's my job to help her, yet I forget about her.
"Ok." Her voice dies down to quiet.
"Just a little something, babe," I look at her, hoping she'll eat. All I get is a nod.
"Pancakes?" "Do you know how to make them?" she smiles teasingly.
"Of course I do," I smile back.
"You sure?" she has a daring expression on. "I can prove it to you." "Go right ahead." The truth is that I really don't know how to, but how hard could it be to make pancakes? Christie sits down, watching me. I wink at her before reading the box, where I follow the instructions. I hear a giggle from behind me.

"What's so funny, babe?" I smile quizzically. "Nothing," she giggles. I sneak up behind her and kiss her cheek. She gasps, then stands up.
"I'm gonna help you," she smiles, walking past me. "You're gonna help me?" I watch as she pours the mix on the skillet. "You obviously don't know how," she continues to smile. "Yeah, I do," I come up behind her.
"Sure," she speaks sarcastically. I step closer, our lips just inches apart. We both lean in, and once I shut my eyes, she smears the pancake mix all over my lips. Then she laughs cutely.
"Babe! Now you've gotta get this off me!" I chuckle amusingly. "Ok," she grabs a paper towel, but I stop her. "No, I mean kiss me," I smirk, raising both eyebrows. She giggles again and kisses me, making sure to get all the pancake mix off. When she breaks it, she flips the pancake on the plate and hands it to me.
"You liked it," I smirk at her again. "No I didn't," she blushes. "It's so obvious babe. Your blushing," I chuckle again.
"Ok, maybe just a little," she smiles shyly.
"Or a lot?" I look at her with raised eyebrows. "... A lot," she mumbles. "I'm sorry what?" ask sarcastically. "I said 'a lot'," she smiles bashfully. "Repeat that, babe," I step close to her. "I liked it a lot," she giggles. "Me too," I peck her lips before making another pancake. We make a few more pancakes before sitting down at the table. She looks at me wearily and just stares at the single pancake on her plate. I know she's hesitant to eat, but I need her alive.
"Please Christie," I'm basically begging her to eat.
"It's not right," she hugs herself insecurely. "How is eating not right?" It's ironic actually, how a person would rather starve than eat.
"...Because it has calories," she mumbles with narrowed eyes. "So?" I just stare at her, waiting for a reasonable answer. "I'll get fat," she murmurs so low that I can barely hear what she's saying. Once I hear her, I can't believe my ears. She's literally nothing but bones, but she says she fat?
"Look at yourself. You could eat a load of junk food and you still couldn't get fat," I argue with her. "I can't see myself like that," she pushes her plate away. Dammit. If she never eats, then she'll die of starvation. I cannot have that.
"Just a few bites Christie. Please," I push her plate back to her. She slowly cuts a piece, about 2 inches big, then puts it in her mouth. She then takes her plate and threw the rest in the trash. Well that's a complete waste of time and money. Why is she so stubborn?