All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 11: California King Bed

Justin

I walk into the school gym, and a few of my friends - Chaz, Ryan, Erin, Bruce, and Sam - are cleaning, and taking orders from no other than Melody Cruz.

Sam seems to be hanging onto every word, and Melody seems unaffected. 

How the hell can she keep calm?

My stomach swiss with jealously of Mel . . She's so collect, and calm, while everytime I'm by Farah I feel I'm going to piss myself.

Okay, maybe it's not that bad . . But it's along the lines of that.

"Justin!" Melody's voice is cheery, as she bounces over to me. "Hey, Mel." I embrace her in a two second hug, and kiss her cheek.

"It's a miracle, Coach could barely get these guys to pick up there jerseys." I say, motioning to the big bad Hockey players hanging up lights, and dusting. 

She giggles, and it automatically makes my lips twitch upwards.  "I have that affect on people." She scrunches up her make up free face, and I laugh.

"You seem to be in better mood." I comment, at her smile, and bright blue eyes.

She nods. "I'm excited for the Last Dance." She looks around the gym, and let's out a giggle. "It's weird how it felt like just yesterday when I became a freshman. Now I'm graduating . ." She trails off, and smiles a bittersweet smile.

"Melody, we're out of twinkle lights!" Erin, the big boulder, shouts, and I never thought that would come out of him.

She frowns. "Dang." She grumbles. "I'll have to get some." She ties her hair up. 

"I'll drive you." I speak, and she gives me a shy smile.

"Alright. You guys want anything?" She calls back to the guys.

"Food." A deep voice calls, and I don't recognize him.

"Alright, Dan . . Damn he's always hungry." She mutters under her breath, and Sam stares at her in awe.

Whats up with him?

 ***

"How's my puppy?" Mel giggles, pushing the basket down the aisles. 

I look at her, "Max? Oh he's good. Still waiting for a visit." I laugh, and she rolls her eyes.

"I'm sure he's tired of your boring self, already." She jokes, brushing her hip against mine. 

"He loves me!" I exclaim. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, pretty boy." Melody pats my cheek, and grabs a bag of chips.

"You're right, you look more like him." I remarked, joking of course.

Melody's mouth drops open, and she grins, laughing. 

Who knew Mel could take a joke?

"You love me." She teases, and everything south of my navel twitches in response.

What the hell?

I shift, and look for the twinkle lights. 

"And you just plain adore me." I add winking, and she nods.

"You're just so amazing, Justin, I can't help it. Flip your hair again!" She giggles in a fake voice, and bursts out laughing when I attempt to flip my shorter hair. 

"I miss your freshman mop hair." She ruffles it up, and I grin.

"I don't. Well kind of." I respond, and run my hands through my hair. She sighs, and puts in a packet of sugar cubes in the basket. I raise an eyebrow.

She still does that?

I chuckle, and she regards me curiously. "Wow. I forgot about your addiction." I point with my nose to the cubes of sweetness.

"It's not addiction." She whines, just like she did Freshman year.

*** 

"Want some?" My new health partner brings out a bowl of something, Melissa I think her name is . . No — Oh Melody. That's it.

I peek inside the bowl, "Sugar cubes?" I wonder out loud, and she nods in response. I furrow my eyebrows , and shake my head in disgust. 

"I love them." She smiles, and sits down.

She's really pretty. Blue eyes, brown hair that reaches her thin waist.

"Those are bad for you . ." 

"Probably."

"You must be a sweet thang." I flirt, and she shakes her head, flushing crimson.

"Wow." She rolls her eyes, and pulls out the sack of flour.

"You know, the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem." I grin, and she rolls those deep blue eyes once more.

"I'm not addicted. It's like my saftey net." She shrugs, an pops another in her mouth.

"Ms. Melody . . I think you're addicted." I tease, and she presses her mouth into a hard line, acting as if I annoy her, but I can see the stifle of a smile.

"Am not."

"Are too."

***

Ahh, freshman year. I smile recalling the memory. "You must be a sweet thang." I tease, and she heats up, just like three years ago.

"The sweetest." She grins a mocking grin.

"Let's get back to the guys . ." She says, and I feel disapointment. 

It's the sweetness, it gets to me.

"Yeah." I push the basket into a lane, and the older woman starts ringing our purchases, and greets us with a monotone 'Hello'.

Melody got the lights that I recognized were the ones like the ones that go on a Christmas tree.

When Mel reaches for her wallet, I beat her to it, handing her a fifty, and grabbing the bags. "I was gonna pay that." Mel pouts, and it's kind of adorable.

The woman, whose nametag says her name is Kate, stills her wrinkled covered eyes, "Give it a couple years, you love birds will be fighting over who will be fighting about who won't pay." She gives us a smirk, and Melody crinkles up her nose. 

"We're not together." Melody confirms, and I wasn't going to say anything.

Is she really bothered with the idea? And why the hell do I care?

Kate raises her eyebrows, and nods, "Have a nice day." She says and dismisses us.

I open Mel's door, and I see a slight pink form on her cheeks. I put the stuff away in the trunk, and hop in the drivers seat.

"Melody," I start, and she reveals her sugar covered lips.

Are they as sweet as they look?

I push my thoughts away, and laugh, she looks like a kid I caught stealing a cookie from the jar.