*Selena’s POV*
“So I should probably be heading home now.” I sighed.
”Yeah, ok. I’ll walk you over.” He replied.
“Oh I should probably give you your shirt back.” I said as I pointed to the t-shirt that I had been wearing since the night before.
“Just keep it. I don’t need it.” He shrugged.
“No it’s fine. I can’t just keep your shirt.” I chuckled.
“No for real, just keep it.” He insisted.
“Ok.” I said giving in and gathered my clothes in my hand as we walked out of his room. I said goodbye to everyone and apologized to his dad for scaring him earlier.
We walked out the door and intertwined our fingers as we walked the few steps to my house. I didn’t even bother driving my car to my house because I knew that I could just walk over to it next time I needed to go out.
We reached the front door of my house and I turned around to face Justin. “I had a really fun time.”
“Me too.” He smiled. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments until our lips met. I deepened it and soon opened my mouth, allowing Justin to slip his tongue in.
“You wanna come inside?” I asked once I pulled away breathless.
“Yeah, ok.” He nodded.
I unlocked the door and walked into the kitchen. I looked on the counter and saw the pill bottle so I took two out before getting a glass of water. “So you have to take two of these every single day?” Justin asked.
“Yup, pretty much.” I sighed as I walked over to the sink and emptied out the rest of the water in the cup since I didn’t feel like drinking it.
“And you’ve had to take medications since you were a baby?” He asked shocked.
“Well for a while they had me on different medicines, trying to see which one worked best and all that but I still had a lot of seizures during that time, it was pretty bad. When I was five they finally found one that worked but that lasted about two years and when I was seven I ended up in the hospital again.” I explained. “Then started the tests again. I was in the hospital a lot again. Of course, I was only seven so I was so scared but as a very social seven year old I would happily talk to all the doctors and nurses as I watched them insert an IV into my arm or whatever they would have to do.”
“So you’ve pretty much spent half your life in a hospital?” He asked and I nodded. “I don’t get how anybody can go through that.”
“It’s fine. I’m alive, that’s all that matters. Other people aren’t so lucky.” I said this as if it were nothing, not in the mood to elaborate on what my last sentence had meant.
“So tell me more.”
“About?” I asked confused.
“Your hospital stays.” He replied with a curious tone in his voice.
“You really wanna know?” I laughed and he nodded. “Ok.” I sighed.
“So yeah, those tests went on for three years and when I was ten they finally found another medication that would work. I was so happy. I had been home schooled those last three years because my mom was scared that I would have a seizure during the school day so I spent most of the time doing my schoolwork inside a hospital room. So, I headed off to fifth grade happily. The medication worked for five years but last year it failed and I had a really bad seizure which landed me in the hospital… again.” I just realized that I had told Justin I was only sixteen, he was eighteen.
“Wait, five years? So you were fifteen last year? So you’re only sixteen?” He asked shocked and I slowly nodded my head.
“Why so shocked?” I chuckled.
“You just look like you’re eighteen and you’re so smart so I just thought you’d be older.” He replied.
“I’ll be seventeen soon though. On July twenty second.”
“Ok well then we’ll have plan something.” He winked.
“So I didn’t scare you away with my age?” I bit my lip.
“No! Why would you?” He laughed.
“Because you’re older.”
“I don’t care. Just continue your story.”
“Ok.” I rolled my eyes. “I can’t believe you actually want to hear all of this.” Justin shrugged.
“So yeah, I spent two weeks in the hospital and when I got out I would still have to go every week for tests to see what medication they’d put me on this time. At this point I was so tired of it though. I was a teenager and all I wanted to do was hangout with my friends and do normal things. I didn’t want to be in a hospital every single week. And keeping up with schoolwork was so stressful but I got through it and they finally found another dose of medication that would work two months ago.” I finished.
“Wow, you’re really strong. I just know that I wouldn’t be able to go through all of that.” He said.
“It’s really not that bad. Some people have it worst. God’s given me a chance to live and I know there’s a reason for it.”
“I’m glad you think that way. Don’t ever give up.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “Are you sure you don’t want to run away though? ‘Cause like, I’d totally understand if you do.”
“No.” He laughed. “It just showed me how strong you are.”
“I’m really not but thank you.”
“So tell me more about yourself.” He said, obviously wanting to know everything about me but I wasn’t so sure if I was ready to tell him everything.
“Uh-uh Mr. Bieber enough about me. It’s time to let you do the talking.”
“What do you want to know?” He chuckled.
“Siblings?”
“One brother, Jaxon and one sister, Jazmyn.” He stated.
“Lucky you.” I replied.
“You jealous?” He smirked.
“Maybe a little.” I replied casually as if it were nothing but I had my reasons for being jealous, I just wasn’t ready to tell him about them yet.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. “These are them. This was a few months ago when they came to visit for Valentine’s Day.” He smiled and happily showed me the picture.
“Awe, they’re adorable.” I smiled. “Jazmyn looks a little bit like you, maybe cuter though.”
“Hey! I am very cute.”
“Adorable!” I replied sarcastically.
“And Jaxon is so cute as well. He just doesn’t look like his brother, thank God.” I joked.
“We are all cute. It’s in the Bieber blood.”
“Uh yeah, I’m sure it is.” I laughed.
“So your parents haven’t tried to have another baby?” He asked curiously. “They look pretty young.”
“It’s a nice day outside.” I quickly changed the subject not wanting to talk about it.
“Yeah, maybe you can teach me how to surf or something.” By Justin’s facial expression I can tell that he knew that I wasn’t telling him something but he went along with it knowing that I didn’t want to talk to him about it. I wasn’t ready to and I probably never will be.
