All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 19: Little Things

Melody

I wake up, and stretch, making my muscles creak. Once I calm down from my yawn, I notice I'm not alone in the bed.

Oh rigggghht.

I look at sleeping Justin, then a photo frame catches my eye.

Aw . . I grin. It's labeled Family. And it's adoarble.

I look around his room. It's a typical guys room, posters of rock bands, and family, but what was really cool was the christmas lights strung around the bed, and I wondered how I missed the Toronto Maple Leafs sheets, and comforters.

I laugh, and think to the time where I had to explain who Wayne Gretzky was to Farah, and the cheerleaders, and Justin stirs, so I quiet up, and look at the poster of my favorite band, The Fray.

I couldn't help but to look up at slumbering Justin. He was irresitable. I don't know how Farah could miss it.

I wish he talked about me like that, I'd give him the time of day.

Let me tell you about Farah Wilson.

She's gorgeous, and has great parents, who give her everything she wants. Great car, house, was blessed with looks, and wealth.

She always turns heads, and I've (with the rest of the girls in the world) envied that. All the guys drool over her, (all the straight ones anyway), and you just can't lie to those big doe eyes. She's petite, but taller than most, and who doesn't want to be taller?

I don't know if it's just me, and my five foot tall frame, but I would love to be five ten, like my best friend. Back to Farah.

Let me put it this way; she's always gotten the easy way out. Always. She got a modeling contract last year presented to her sophmore year, and she declined it. 

Why? You ask? Because she wanted to go to college first.

Yeah, I know.

She's perfect.

And that's what Justin likes I guess.

I thought about the last few days, and Dad. He's on crack if he thinks I'm going to forgive him for one sorry breakfast.

I wanted to forget about everything, erase it and start over like those old Mario games used to play.

It was dark in the room, except for the twinkle lights giving a glow. I cuddled up to Justin, and hoped he didn't mind, because it was cold in here.

I pulled his arms, tucking them around me, and with an instant response, he snuggled his face in my neck. I heat up and grin, falling back asleep slowly but surely. This . . This is what it should be like.

Farah shouldn't have the right to steal something that makes me so happy.

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Justin -Later-

I want to stretch my arms out, but I notice a small body in my arms, and I freak, until I see those recognizable chestnut ringlets. I smile, but wonder how we ended up cuddling. I gave her enough space when I felt myself dosing off.

Did this count as invading her space?

I looked at her, then down her body.

Perving much? My mind thinks, and I smirk to myself.

What was not to perv on? Melody has got a great body, and face, and personality.

How can I (kind of) like my best friend?