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

|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|12|

For those of you who actually listen to the music I put in my chapters, I want to say tat you shouldn't let the fact that this song is by the band Slipknot. I promise it's not loud or creepy. It's actually pretty calm. Also, its one of the songs that inspired this whole sequel.

I laid on the couch, rubbing my temples. I let the high pitched ringing of silence calm my nerves that were running rampant. There was just something about Selena that bothered the hell out of me. I’m not sure if it was her terrible attempts and being sweet or if it was just her presence alone. No. I knew exactly what it was that did it. She had something that I didn’t have and that I’ve been craving with every fiber of my being for the past 12 months. Justin. She had Justin and his love and care. I saw the way he looked at her. Though, I can tell he was holding back most of that because I was around and he knew that his affection towards her would most likely send me walking down the interstate to get back home. I know that I don’t belong here. I just don’t belong in his life. As far as I’m concerned, I’m dead weight on his shoulders.

*Justin’s POV*

Selena took Aiden’s spot next to me, pushing the plate away from her with a snarl on her face. I pursed my lips in slight frustration. Aiden was hurting so deep inside and she took that hurt and translated it into anger. My appetite disappeared and I looked down.

“Babe, don’t let her upset you like that. You know that’s what she wants,” Selena said, placing her hand on my shoulder.

“You know, Selena, I know you’re just trying to help, but I’m going to be brutally honest right now. Don’t get angry with me. You really don’t know Aiden. If you knew her, you would know that upsetting me isn’t her goal and that whoever that is, isn’t Aiden. The Aiden I met was kindhearted and a beautiful person,” I said, knowing that, even though I’d told her not to get upset, she would.

“Oh really, I wouldn’t be able to tell. She’s not a very nice person. I still don’t know why you want her here. She’s stressing you out and you don’t need that when you’re going on tour,” she added.

“Justin’s right, hon. Aiden is just going through a hard time. She just needs to have someone around to help her get through it. She’s been through a lot,” my mom added in.

“So have a million other people though, it’s no excuse to treat Justin badly. He didn’t do anything bad to her, and that’s why  I don’t understand why she’s so hateful towards him,” Selena said.

“Do hear me when I talk about what happened to her?” I asked, irritated, “I left her when she needed me, and she’s torn up about it. I’m torn up about it. I hate myself for doing it.”

“It was for her own good,” she said, as equally irritated.

“Obviously not,” I spat and quickly stood up, leaving the café.

Sometimes I wonder if Selena will ever understand the hurt that Aiden and I feel because of what happened. The hurt we feel for each other. It’s not just in individual suffering. Aiden and I suffer together. I put up my front for the cameras and when I’m around her because calling attention to it would only make the matter worse. My hope is that we can repair what’s been torn apart by my mistake. Though, my only fear is that, by doing that, the feelings she had for me might resurface and bring about my own feelings for her that I’d been hiding ever since she turned me down last fall. I had Selena now.

*Aiden’s POV*

My phone vibrated on the coffee table next to me. I knew that it was Justin. I thought about whether or not I wanted to answer it or throw it off the balcony. Sighing, I decided to answer.

“Oh, hey, it’s been forever, how’ve you been?” I answered in a smart-assy tone.

He ignored it, “Do you want to come down? I want to go on a walk so we can talk alone and get some fresh air.

“It’s cold outside,” I said.

“Then put on a jacket,” he replied.

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll meet you at the front doors.”

I ended the call and pulled myself up off the couch and walked towards the door. I mentally readied myself for this “talk” Justin wanted to have. In my mind, there was nothing more to talk about. I just wanted to go about my own business for the next 6 months, but Justin insisted on trying to “fix” me.

I could feel the cold air seeping through the glass of the front doors. Justin stood, waiting for me. He opened the door for me and we exited into the bitter chill of winter that was unfitting for Vegas which was normally so hot. I’d never come here during the winter.  We turned to walk down the sidewalk to the strip.  We walked in silence for a few minutes until Justin spoke up.

“Aiden, I really want this to work out. I don’t want to waste your time. I know you keep telling me that you don’t want to be here, but I want to know if you mean it. Would you really rather be back in Kingman?” he asked.

That was actually a pretty good question. Would I rather travel the country or stay in a small drug town with nothing to do? I guess he was right. I would actually rather go on tour with him.

“Well, I have to say that I don’t really like Kingman so I would actually rather travel,” I answered, surprised at my composure and lack of rudeness.

“That’s not really what I mean, A. What I’m really trying to ask you is if you really detest me so much that you would rather stay in Kingman, isolated from the rest of the world, than be around me,” he clarified.

Again, another great question. Deep down, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around him. It was more so a fear. A fear that if I ever got close to him again, it would all just explode in my face.

“I’m trying to be as compliant as possible, so I’m just going to say that I don’t think I want to tell you my reason behind my answer of no, I wouldn’t rather be in Kingman, but in a way I think it would have been better for me.”

“You’re hiding something, Aiden. I don’t want you to hide things from me. I just want to help you and I can’t help you unless I know what’s wrong with you,” he said.

“I understand, Justin. I just know you don’t want to hear what I have to say. I have quite a wall built up.  I just know it’s going to take a lot more than expensive hotel suites to get through it,” I said, sitting down on a bench in front of the Bellagio fountains. He took a seat next to me, resting his elbows on his knees.

“You’ve never been the type to be interested in the things my money can buy for you, and that’s one thing I really like about you, A. If there’s anything I can do to make things better, just tell me,” he said.

“There’s one thing that would make this so much easier, but it’s not fair to you and I wouldn’t make you do it just for me,” I said, giving a slight chuckle as I glanced down at my shoes.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Break up with Selena,” I answered honestly.

“You know I can’t do that,” he said.

“I know,” I sighed, “don’t remind me.”