One Shot Series 3

Expressing Regret (Part 2)

Two Months Later

My phone goes off at three in the morning and I swear I'm going to kill whoever thought that this was a reasonable time to talk someone.

I snatch my phone off of the night stand and click answer, "What?!" I yell. I don't like my sleep to be disturbed, especially since I've been working sixteen hour days filming a movie.

I could hear some faint noises on the other line but no one was saying anything.

"You have three seconds before I hang up." I warned.

"Demi?"

Fuck.

I should've looked at the caller ID.

"Justin, why are you calling me?"

"Why do they call it chicken of the sea when it's obviously tuna? I know everyone made fun of Jessica Simpson but it's a legitimate question."

I rolled my eyes annoyed that he'd call me in the early morning to ask this stupid question.

"Justin I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep."

"I miss you."

I didn't know how to respond to that. If I said I missed him too then he'd think that there was a chance we'd get back together and if I said that I didn't miss him that I'd be lying to him and myself. It was a damned if I do and damned if I don't type of situation.

He sighed, "I miss you so much that it's actually starting to hurt. The only time it doesn't hurt is when I'm high."

"Justin I can't do this right now." I sat up in bed. I knew I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep now. Once I was awake there was no way I'd get back to sleep.

"Today was a really bad day. No one knows we aren't together anymore so when they ask about you I have to act like we're still in a relationship and I'm happy. It fucking sucks because I know that all the shit I'm telling them isn't true, it's what I what wish for every day."

I stayed silent because I had no idea what to say to him at this point.

"Every time I get high, I think about calling you but I chicken out because I know I'll act like a pussy and tell you how much I miss your voice or how much I miss cuddling with you."

"How high are you?" I asked.

"I don't even know." He laughed.

"Who are you talking to?" I could hear Ryan in the background.

"No one. Leave." Justin was annoyed.

"Damn, chill out. It's not my fault you cheated on Demi and she dumped you."

Oh shit. One thing about Justin is that he HATES when you point out his mistakes when he already knows that he's messed up.

"You have four seconds to get the fuck out of my room." Justin hissed.

"Whatever." Ryan responded and then I heard a door slam.

"What's with you? You rarely ever fight with Ryan?"

"You are what's with me. Plus everyone thinks they are entitled to put their two cents into my business. I know I fucked up and I just really want to fix it. I need you back in my life even if it's just as a friend."

I was just starting to get used not having Justin always being there for me. I was beginning to be fine with being on my own. I couldn't take five steps backwards when I just took ten steps forward.

"Justin get over me. We're never getting back together."

I hung up before he could say something else that would make me apologize for being rude. I know it was harsh but I just don't tolerate being treated like I didn't deserve any respect.