All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 12: Be Your Everything

Melody

The ride back to school was fun. Justin sang in a horrible voice making me laugh so hard. Why was he so perfect?

Justin had the lights, and food, while I had my sugar cubes. He insisted on carrying evetything. He went to open the door, and in that moment I did too, our hands touched, why did that mere touch send shock waves through my body? 

I avoided his eyes, and we walked into the gym. 

There was music blasting. The guys' mops were instantly transformed into microphones, and electric guitars. 

They were rocking out to One Direction. 

Erin, their big football star, was more into it; he knew every word. I didn't recognize the song, but this was a moment I never wanted to forget.

I guess, neither did Justin, because I looked up to him, and he had his phone out, recording the whole thing.

Completely oblivious to the camera the big bad football/hockey jocks looked like they were filming a remake of High School Musical.

I couldn't help it, I started laughing. And Justin bursted out, too.

Sam was the first one to notice. His cheeks burned crimson, and he elbowed another guy who elbowed another. I grinned, and pointed teasingly.

Sam flew at me, as Chaz did Justin, tackling, and tickling me. Chaz and Jutin rolled on the floor like cats did in old cartoons, and Sam dug his fingers into my stomach, I moaned in pain, and tried to push him off.

Sam couldn't take a hint, and he leaned in, oh no.

We don't want this. No. No. No.

He closed his eyes, and leaned closer.

"We should get to the decorating." Justin squats next to me, and Sam, scratching his neck.

There is a God.

"We got the—Er, lights." Justin said between awkward chuckles.

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"I can't take anymore of Gay Direction." Justin said hands in surrender mode.

I giggle, and Erin glares, as they in turn off the music. "Real music anybody?" Justin asks looking at me, and I nod, and he switches his iPod into the stand where The Fray starts playing Look After You.

My favorite band. I grin, and look at Justin.

Does he know I like this song? Or this band?

Sam looks at me, and grins as I was at Justin.

They both start to come over, and Justin glances at Sam then backs away.

"Hey, Melody." Sam smiles and sits a little too close for my liking.

I give him a polite smile, and continue painting.

"You know, I'm looking forward to the dance." He tries making conversation, but it's not as easy as it is with Justin, and I know that's not good.

I nod, and let him babble, as alternative music echoes through the gym. I find myself looking at Justin's smile, his concentration with handling up lights.

His brows are furrowed, and shaped lips are pressed into a tight line, as he fails once again. "I'm gonna go help Justin . . He looks like he's having trouble . ." Instand up, and leave Sam there.

"Need help?" I laugh, and his eyes flicker to mine.

He shakes his head. Then look at the staple, and nods deafeated.

Now I am the one concentrating, he lifts my waist up, and I staple it. "Down." I command, and he puts me down, and pinches my nose. I scrunch my face up, and pull away, pinching his.

"Melody! How is everything? Came to check up!" A female voice calls,, and Justin tenses.

Why do you have to ruin everything?