|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|Dear Aiden Sequel|

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We got back to the hotel, my nerves still shot. I could feel the fury that was about to be unleashed from Selena. I knew Justin felt it too as we entered the quiet room. The heavy door slammed loudly and the anger built up in the split second of silence that followed. Then…

“What the heck was that?” Selena spat, “You told me that this would be low key and that I would hardly  know she was here. Well, I know she’s here, I haven’t been able to forget it for even a second, and now I’m sure every person in North America knows that she’s with you again. I could handle the E! News story, but this? Performing together? I can’t. I just can’t. She’s gotta go before things get really bad with the press.”

My heart sank into my stomach and my temperature rose what felt like a good 10 degrees. I wanted so badly to lash out at her. I held myself back, trusting that Justin wouldn’t let her make me leave. I was his business and not hers.

Justin sighed, “maybe you’re right, Selena”

I whipped my head up, a cold chill freezing out the fever of anger, “excuse me?”

“She’s right,” he repeated, “maybe performing with you was a bold move, and it will most likely be all over the entertainment news and magazines.”

I shifted my weight.

“But,” he started again, “Aiden won’t be leaving. Selena, Aiden has nothing to do with you. And, I should add, I’m getting a little irritated with the fact that you point out her every mistake. It’s like you’re trying to sabotage her and that’s not right. I think you should leave. I brought Aiden with me because I wanted her to relax and have a little fun. I didn’t bring her so you could stop her in her tracks with every move she makes.”

She pointed out my mistakes? I admit, I wasn’t a huge fan. In fact, I detested the brunette bitch. She irritated me.  But she disliked me just as much? Wow. I guess we’re even then.

Selena sighed, “Justin, I think you’re making a mistake.”

“Of course you do,” he said, beginning to sound a tad irritated, “you told me that this was a mistake when I first brought her to Vegas. Do you not see how much better she’s gotten? Obviously not. You’re too busy worrying about yourself. What is happening to you? You’re usually so selfless, but right now you’re just being selfish. Please leave.”

I started to back away from the argument slowly and unnoticed. I thought I was going to get away, but Justin grabbed my arm, “Selena, I asked you to leave. Now please go.”

Selena looked hurt and angry as she left the room. I was speechless. Was I really causing this much friction? I enjoyed irritating Selena with my general existence, but I wasn’t out to ruin a relationship. How did I not see this coming?

I turned my attention to Justin who was standing motionless next to me. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach with guilt and pulled my arm away from him, “Justin, if this is how it’s going to be then I don’t know if it’s the best idea for me to stay.”

His frustration grew even more, “Aiden, I’m so irritated with this feud between Selena and you. I know that Selena doesn’t like you and you don’t like her much either. All I wanted was to get you out of that town and help you, but I can’t seem to do anything right.”

I looked down, “maybe what you did tonight wasn’t the best idea. I guess I can see where she’s coming from.”

He put both his arms on my shoulders, shaking me slightly, “don’t let her selfishness get in the way of what makes you happy. I know that even though you were scared at first, you had fun and that’s what matters to me.”

I didn’t respond.

“In fact, I was thinking about having you on stage with me more often. Selena might not, but you and I both know that music is your passion and tonight is something you’ve probably dreamed about a million times. I want you to start thinking about yourself. Put yourself first. Put yourself before anyone, put yourself before me and tell me that I’m wrong, that you don’t want to perform.”

I couldn’t tell him that because, actually, he was right. Music has always been my passion and I’d always wished that I could perform on stage, but I had horrible stage fright. That was displayed tonight but having Justin with my made it easier. My heart says yes, take advantage of the opportunity that you are being given. Then my brain, my common sense, chimes in and says no, you can’t.

I took in a deep breath, blowing out all my jumbled thoughts as I exhaled, trying to think clearly. I knew I should tell him no, that I should actually go home. Thought, my emotions got in the way of my judgment and I let out a heavy sigh, “you’re right, Justin. I would never be able to tell you that you were wrong about that and keep a straight face. I know what you’re trying to do for me, and I appreciate it. I just don’t want to interfere with what you and Selena have.”

I stopped and took another deep breath, “It’s obvious that I’m not a fan of her. I don’t like her one bit and that’s not going to change, but I’m not going to stick around if it’s going to cause so much friction and tension between you two. I see how you look at her, how you talk to her, and how you touch her. You love her. I’m just a mentally unstable has-been. I spent my time with you that fall and it was great. We were an almost and we fell apart, and now it’s like we’re just trying to put ‘us’ back together with scotch tape and it’s raining. I don’t think it’s working.”

He dropped his hands from my shoulder and I anticipated a reply. A reply that I didn’t get. However, I did get a reaction. His reaction was to walk out the door without a word. I was stunned, wondering what I had just done. I made my way into the bedroom and picked up my lyric book. I wondered where he went and when he was going to come back