He's My First. •Bieber FanFic•

Two

"We Fear Rejection, Want Attention, Crave Affection, And Dream Of Perfection"

   Cece and Jase tug on my arms. My eyes are still scanning for Justin. Cece smacks my arm, "Yo, listen. Who are you looking at?" She asks. I finally meet her eyes, "No one, just really tired. You know." I reply. Jase squints at me, "You serious? Because it seems like your looking for something. Or someone." I bite my lower lip, "It's nothing. Now let's go. I need to sleep." I walk away from them. I keep rubbing my phone with my thumb. I walk into the parking lot. I turn the car on, making the carm hum to life. I wait. And decide that I better leave. Because apparently, Cece and Jase aren't coming. Maybe they aren't true friends. Maybe we are too different. 

   I slam the door so hard the wall rattles. My sister comes in the room. She blinks at me, her tears stained with the mascara smeared into her pale skin. "What's wrong?" I ask, going up to her, and hugging her. She cries hystericaly into my shoulder. In between sobs she tells me what's wrong, "I know where dad is." I stay quiet. Too shocked. "Where." I ask, or more of a demand. I can't believe this. My dad is alive, somewhere. Breathing, thinking. His heart still pumps. "Sentenced to fifty years in jail." She says, looking me in the eye. "Why?" Is all I can ask. "Murder." She replies, hiccuping. "Who?" I ask. Twelve seconds of silence stand between us. She speaks words I won't ever want to hear. "Mom." She says.

1

Word

3

Letters.

I'm dead.

I run up the stairs, skipping a step and falling on my side. I get up and throw myself on my bed. I cry and cry until I can't anymore. Until I feel dehydrated. Until I can't give anymore. But somehow the tears are replenished and they come thrusting back into my face. I can't help but plead, and ask why this had to happen. I can't help but think bad about myself. I can't help but think that I never met my parents expectations. I'm a scene. I try to be a rebel, a slut. But I don't want to. I try my best to make my sister happy. I try. And try. But trying isn't enough. Sometimes you have to do, instead of try. 

I get a message from Justin. 

J: Hey

B: Oh, hi.

J: Why the oh. 

B: Idek. I just am tired.

J: ^_~ It's 4:56

B: Well, busy life.

J: Let's play 20 questions.

B: You seem like a gay tumblr guy.

J: WHy?

B: Don't spell like you're phone is having an athsma attack. You seem like a tumblr boys because only gay tumblr boys play 20 q.

J: Oh, but do you like tumblr boys.

B: I mean they're faces were blessed by jesus so idk. Do you wanna play 20 questions or nahhh.

J: Sure. I'll start.

B: mk.

J: ...favorite color?

B: Neon blue, sapphire, and purple.

J: Purple is my favortie color too.

B: Nice.

J: Okaay, your turn.

B: Favorite food?

J: Spaghetti.

B: I love spaghetti tooo.

J: ikr. okay my turnnn.

B: Okay, shoot.

J: I don't wanna shoot you. That'd go into my police reports. ;)

B: Awh. How sweet. Now ask.

J: First boyfriend?

B: uhm, Austin. We kinda broke up, He cheated on me.

J: oh..

And from there. everything got perverted. 

( 16th Question )

J: Who have you lost your virginity too?

B: Don't make fun, but I haven't lost it.

J: Saaaame. I haven't either.

B: But you're 20.. I'm 19.. you should have already puncutred da butthole.

J: hahaha. no. I'm not like that. 

"Bria. Come down here.!" Calls my sister. I don't want to stop talking to Justin, but my sister really needs me.

B: Hey, juju. I gots to goo. My sister made food. And food is calling me.

J: awh, I love it when you call me juju ;) alright bye. bb.

B: don't be gay.. and f you too.

J: don't be like that. you know i was kidding.

B: okok. by.

B: *bye

I go back downstairs and curl up in a ball on the couch. I stay like that for fifteen minutes. Suddenly I feel myself fall asleep. I can't help but have nightmares and dream of Justin. I've only seen him once, but his features are beautiful... extremely beautiful.. and innocent.

"Briaaa!" I hear my name being yelled, with a rough shaking of my shoulders. My eyes fling open. I gasp, sitting up. "What?!" I ask, just a little bit to harsh. "You were crying." She says looking at me in the eye. I bring the tips of my fingers to my face and feel the tears stained on my face. "It's so much to handle. I, I can't belive he'd even do that." I say, gasping for air. She looks at me. She looks uncomfortable. "I know, it's hard. We'll get through it." She says. I look at her, "I'm calling Cece and Jase. I wanna go to a party with them tonight." She looks at me wierd, "Well, if that that's your way to grieve."

I literally just posted this because my imagintation is low. I'm deleting Free, Only to Die.