True Love

Chapter 22

Ariana's POV

"Who's there?" I asked turning around. There was nobody. "I could've sworn, I heard someone," I muttured to myself. I couldn't see anything. Only darkness. I sat on the spot I was standing on and pulled my knees to my chest.

"Run." someone whispered. The same voice whispered 'Run' for the next 15 seconds. Someone put their hand on my mouth and held something sharp to my neck. "You'll never see him again," the person whispered. I wanted to ask 'Who are you talking about', but 1. My mouth was covered & 2. I was too shocked to even speak.

A street appeared in front of me. I saw Justin walking across the street. A Metro bus appeared and it was heading towards--

No. No. No.

I did everything in my power to get out of this person's grip. I kicked and punched and tried to scream. The bus got closer and closer to Justin. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. The bus was less than an inch away from Justin, when this person let go of me.

"NO!" I shrieked. Everything went black, before Justin got hit.

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"NO!" I sat up on the couch. My body was covered in sweat. That was the worst dream, I've ever had. Justin woke up as well. I shook my head trying to get the dream out of my mind. "What's wrong?'' Justin said, rubbing his eyes.

"You got run over by a bus," I said.

"No, you just had a nightmare." He chuckled. Justin checked the time on his watch. "It's 4 o' clock in the morning. We should go back to sleep."

He laid back down on the couch, and shut his eyes. When he realized that I was still sitting there, he sat up and put his arm around my shoulder. "It was just a dream. You should get some rest."

I shook my head. "I'm actually kind of hungry. Do you have any chocolate?"

Justin nodded and went to the kitchen. I followed. "I don't have chocolate, but I have Nutella." Yes! My face lit up the second I saw the jar of Nutella. I feel like I have a relationship with Nutella. I mean, I can't live without it. It's like family. It's like my best friend. When no one is there, Nutella comforts me.

Do you understand how I feel? Probably not. I'm pretty sure Justin feels the same way about Nutella because when he got the jar, he opened it and started eating the Nutella with a spoon. "How do you eat your Nutella?" Justin asked.

I thought about this for a while. You can eat Nutella with a lot of things, and you can eat it along. "Well... sometimes, I eat it as it is. Sometimes I spread it on bread, or eat it with fruit and ice-cream and vegetables, don't judge me, I would eat anything with Nutella on it. Hell, I would eat that grass if Nutella was on it."

"Same," Justin said. He now had a Nutella mustache. He looks so cute. "I see you've grown some facial hair," I said. Justin looked at his Nutella mustache using a spoon. Typical. "I am manly man," Justin said in a caveman accent. He then got up and started sniffing me. "Are you womanly woman?" he asked.

I laughed. "What the fuck? You're crazy!" I said. I got my own spoon and started eating Nutella. Soon enough, I formed my own Nutella mustache. "I am also manly man!" I said, talking like a caveman.

"But first, we should take a selfie!" Justin said. He grabbed my iPhone from the counter and tapped the camera. I decided to do a 'duckface' for this picture, and Justin copied. After we took the selfie, he started looking through my messages. Annoying little shit. "Give me my phone!" I said reaching for my phone.

"Who's Jack?" he asked.

"None of your damn business! Now give me my phone back!"

Justin read the whole conversation out loud. "Hi Jack. Are you done with my homework? You sent. Almost, I just need to finish the square root problems, and finish the paragraph...and answer the questions about the paragraph. Jack sent. Oh ok, see you at school. Bye. You sent. Bye Ari. Jack sent."

I sighed. "Ok now can you give me my phone?"

"Why would I do that babe? I still need to read your conversation with Jennifer." He smirked.

My eyes widened. He can't do that. "Justin, stop being a nosy bitch and give me my fucking phone!"

"Na na na na na. Ariana, Ariana, you will never get this!" He ran for it.

I chased thourgh the whole kitchen and the living room, but he froze in front of the guest room. I snatched my phone from his hand, before he could run again, but he didn't seem to care.

"Ari, did you put Timmy to sleep in the guest room?" he asked as I checked my phone for damages.

"Yeah why?" When I looked up from my phone I realized what he was talking about.

The guest room window was open, and Timmy wasn't in his bed anymore. He was gone.

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OH SHIT!!!!! WHERE THE FUCK DID TIMMY GO?

I WILL WARN YOU GUYS, THERE WILL BE A SMALL PLOT TWIST but it won't be like an OMGGOOODNESS plot twist it's just gonna be like "where the fuck is that kid?" plot twist.