One Last Time

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Day 1

"Feel like a failure, cause I know that I failed you. I should've done you better, cause you don't wanna liar"

I hummed a tune trying to see how I can hopefully envision how the song will go. I feel like I might be done with the first verse but I'm done writing for now. I was at home and about to leave to get coffee so I grab my keys, my purse and I'm ready to head out for the day.

I walk outside the house getting the cold air of a seven am morning. I walk down the steps and onto the sidewalk and into my car parked in front. I turn it on and quietly drive myself to Downtown at Brewers. I like Los Angeles. Pretty hot but it's very nice. I've always wanted to roam Downtown in the night. It's beautiful and the streets are alive but dangerous as well. Maybe one day. Once I arrive at Brewers I park on the other side of the street and go inside the shop. Then it goes kind of silent. Guessing I'm the girl they remember who spilled coffee on a guy. I walk in line where it's empty so I approach the cashier. "Can I get a decaf dark coffee please."

"Anything else?" The lady asks and I shake my head. "That'll be 4. 29 please." I hand her the money and she gives me my change then I wait at the waiting area. I tap my fingers on the desk. The ring of the small bell when you open the door is heard, my head turns and I see Justin. It goes silent again, he's the boy who got dunked by coffee. He orders and I hear his voice, it's a little hoarse though. I give a quick glance at him. He's wearing a dark denim jacket, a rose patch on the side of his arms. His other clothing black pants with a black shirt and white vans. As usual he looks fine as hell.

My coffee cup is then slid over to me and I mouth a "thank you". Justin walks over to me and I feel my heart bumping against my chest. He gives a faint smile and leans on the counter. "Good morning." He says but his voice just sounds so different today, tired and raspy.

"Good morning Justin." I smile, "Would you like to grab a seat?"

"Um-" He looks around and back to me, "Sure." I nod, grabbing my coffee I walk away and see my usual seat in the back where it's thankfully empty. I sit down and place my purse on my lap. A few minutes later Justin arrives setting his coffee cup down.  "What you get?" He asks me.

"I got a dark decaf,  you?" I open the lid as the smell and steam rises from the cup. Justin does the same.

"Dark. I need the caffeine." He addressed. He picks his up his cup to blow into it.

"You do sound tired." I commented.

"I guess." His collar from his denim jacket he pulls them up to cover his neck. "How are you feeling?" He questions.

"Ive been better, and you?"

"Not good. I've been taking pain meds. My stomach is giving me sharp pains to the point where I feel my stitches might pop." His eyebrows furrow and then I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. My smile fades away, "Oh-  but but it's fine don't worry!" He stammers waving his hand as they reach in getting placed on top of mine. We both look up at each other with wide eyes and he quickly takes his hand off and back on his cup. "I-I um I'm sorry. "

"It's fine." I feel myself getting a bit heated and I look down to hide my face. His hands are so soft and nice,  I wouldn't mind them on me at all. I look back up taking a deep breath before taking the first sip of my drink.   There's a hint of awkwardness in the air.

"Ariana." Justin speaks.

I look up from my coffee and face him,  "Yeah?"

"Can we just put everything behind us.  Forget about the past and just start over? You're a good girl and I just would like everything to be a fresh new start." His face a little saddened which hurts.

"Of course. " I sigh,  "Hi my name is Ariana Grande."

Justin chuckles shaking his head with a little smile back on his lips,  "Hi I'm Justin Bieber."

"Nice to meet you." I smile.

Our eyes were on each other and we didn't look away. "Nice to meet you too."

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The day was done. I finished school and my job. It was eight. I felt pretty tired so I just want to go home. I throw my stuff into the passenger seat, turn on the car and drive home. Once I'm there I quickly park and just basically crash on my bed. I take off all my clothes wrapping the covers around me. As I look up to the ceiling I smile to myself remembering the morning with Justin. We just had a quick talk before going our own ways. He's so beautiful.

This is the type of love where I want to stop liking him but I don't want to. I'm still attached and I never ever think of letting go.

Hey guys In sorry for not updating,  school starts tomorrow and I wanna cry