You Light Up the Sky Like Lightning

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

“Landry!” screamed an angry voice from downstairs. 

Justin’s awake now! Finally! I've been waiting for over two hours to see his reaction to the makeover I gave him. Damn, that boy can sleep.

I laughed as I heard footsteps stomping loudly up the stairs. The sound of them echoed through the house, and I was sure that if Carin and Scooter had been here, they would yell at him for making so much noise.

The door to my room flew open, revealing a very angry-looking Justin. I don’t know how he managed it, but all the eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick, eyeliner, nail polish, and that pink glitter hair spray that I had put on him was now gone. I pouted because I wasn’t there to see his initial reaction. Damn it. I really wanted to see that.

He stared at me for a minute, fuming. He. Was. Pissed. 

Ha ha. 

“Do you need something Justin?” I asked as innocently as I could, batting my eyelashes, and flashing him a cute smile. 

Returning my question with a grin, I laughed again.

“You make a very pretty girl,” I said, chuckling.

“Oh, do I?”

“Yes.”

“And how would you know what I looked like as a girl? Do you have something you need to tell me?” 

I smiled cheekily. “No. Why would I have anything to say to you? I hate you remember?” I said in a sarcastic tone.

“Somehow I don’t quite believe you,” he said, going along with my little lie. 

“I’m an angel,” I stated. “I would never do anything to anyone.”

“Yeah, you’re not an angel,” Bieber laughed, finding it very funny for some reason.

“I am,” I pouted.

He let out another laugh. “Whatever you say.”

“I say I’m an angel.”

“Would an angel cover my face in makeup? Or paint my nails bright red?”

“Ah, I never said what kind of angel,” I said smartly. 

“Oh, that’s right. The devil was once an angel.”

“Hey,” I frowned. “No need to be rude.”

“You set yourself up for that one, so I’m just stating it how it is.”

“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath. 

“Bitch.”

Glaring at him, I turned away from him and continued packing. I tried to ignore his presence, but he started looking around my room and going through my stuff.

“Do you mind?” I snapped when he came to my underwear drawer.

He turned to me with a smirk. “Oh, sensitive. There must be something in here that you don’t want me to see.”

Before I could say anything, he opened it and pulled out the first thing he could find- which just so happened to be a black, lace thong.

“Wow, I never would have pegged you for the sexy panties type of girl,” Bieber said, holding them in the air and inspecting them throughly. There was something that changed in his voice when he did that, and I freaked me out.

Stomping over to him, I ripped my underwear out of his hands, grabbed everything else out of the drawer, and glared at him as I walked back over to my suitcase, throwing everything in so he couldn’t take anything else he wasn’t supposed to.

“Aw, are your bras and panties too much of a personal thing to share?” he asked in a mocking tone.

“Why, do you need some?” I snapped. “Because from what I saw earlier, you looked exactly like a girl. The only thing you needed was a wardrobe change.”

Now it was his turn to glare at me. “Why are you so mean to me? Did I do something to offend you?”

“No. Your presence just pisses me off.”

“Let me change that,” he said randomly, making me come to a sudden halt.

“Excuse me?”

His face softened a bit, and he took a deep breath.

I cocked my head to the side, waiting for him to say something. But instead, he just sighed and sat down on the floor across from me.  Like, a foot or two away. 

“Need any help?” he asked, motioning to my open suitcase, and all my belongings scattered around the room.

I frowned. What was he doing?

He started to load all my clothes in my suitcase that I had laid out to pack, and he actually did it very neatly. It was much neater than I would have done had I been the one putting them in there.  

I had three suitcases: two for clothes, and one for shoes, makeup, and accessories. I had a carry-on too that held my phone, iPod, computer, magazines, and a few other random things. I had to pack everything that I brought to Atlanta in the first place, which, I might add, was a lot.

After about five minutes of silent packing, Justin got up and said, “It’s too quiet.”

He walked to the iHome on the nightstand and plugged in his phone.  A song that I vaguely recognized came on.

When the lyrics of the song started, Justin started to sing with them.

And then he started to dance.

Since I knew this was one of the songs he was performing on his tour, I rolled my eyes and laughed at how cheesy he was. 

Honestly, he wasn’t that bad.  And that’s coming from me.

I was actually kind of impressed. There was enough space in the room that he could do it full-out like he was on stage.  And I might say that he had some pretty cool tricks up his sleeve.

“We’re under pressure. Seven billion people in the world, trying to fit in. Keep it together. Smile on your face even though your heart is frowning . . .”

I kind of zoned out on the words after that, but that was because I was watching him dance.  What do you expect? I’m a dancer! I started to critique him, but I freaked when I couldn’t find anything to critique!

When he finished the song, I ‘applauded’ for him.  He took a bow- literally- which made me laugh. 

“Not bad,” I said, repeating the words he first said to me when we first met. 

Justin smiled at me and turned on another song - not one of his.  Then he came and sat down on the floor again.

“Don’t think that I let the whole makeup think go, because I haven’t,” he smirked.  “I will get you back.  You better watch out.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, whatever you say, Mr. Bieber.”