Head over Heels 1| j.b

Wreckage.

I couldn't keep my lips off of Justin; he's just so fucking hot. His soft blonde hair, his facial hair which made him completely sexier I just wanted to sit on his face. I don't agree with this whole marriage thing, but I have to respect that he loves her and wants to marry her. Damnit, Adrian! I should've told him I loved him when I had the chance to. Justin and I ate dinner in silence. I didn't want him to think he had to choose between Amanda and I. But let's face it she's a bitch. She wanted me gone ever since I got here, I guess she just wanted to prove to Justin that she could get along with me. Now we're bumping heads because of this handsome, hot, talented guy. Justin put his plate in the sink handing me a piece of cake.

"I know how much you love chocolate cake. That's something you never told me."

"No thanks, not in the mood for cake," I said.

"Oh come on party pooper." He giggled. I rolled my eyes taking a bite. He pulled up a chair beside me, grabbing my hand.

"What?" I asked.

"Talk to me; something's bothering you."

"No, nothing's bothering me just thinking that's all," I said lying to him.

"Why do I always know when you're lying to me?" He chuckled.

"I don't know; I guess you know me more than I know myself. We've been through a lot right?" I asked.

"Of course, and we still stood by each other when things got hard. What is this about?"

"I like being your friend. I like you in my life, and I want to keep it that way. No strings attached, just friends." I said. The expression on his face looked like disappointment. I know he still wanted to have sex with me again, I wanted to continue having sex with him too but like I said before, he's a celebrity while I'm just...me. He can have any girl he can possibly want or sit down with. I think it's for the best especially since all of this happened with losing the baby and everything else. He put a smile on his face releasing my hand.

"What made you decide this," He asked with a confused look on his face.

"You're getting married, you're serious about her, and I don't wanna be in the way. I don't want to be living in a fairytale; you know that don't get me wrong. I just don't want to watch you throw your life away with this girl you barely even know. Do you know anything about her?"

"She knows a lot about me. Something we never did, get to know each other well." He said.

"Yeah. Too busy arguing and having sex, that's all we did."

"That's true, it's sad. We've known each other for eight months, Adrian."

"I know, it's just I don't know what I want. I don't have a mom to give me these advices about guys. My dad loves to make everything out of a joke, so I barely talk to him." I said.

"What about Kristie, she seems like a mother material for you."

"I like her; I do it's just, she's not my mom. She gives great advice. I can see them both together in the future." I said, he smiled eating a piece of cake. "Shouldn't you go check on your fiancé."

"She'll be fine. She's a heavy sleeper I could have the tv up loud as hell she still wouldn't wake up." He chuckled.

"Well thanks for dinner, I look forward to spending quality time with you tomorrow," I said kissing his cheek walking out the kitchen. I went upstairs taking a shower; I sat down hiding my face into my legs starting to cry letting the water fall onto my body. I heard a soft knock on the door; I sniffled quickly picking my head up.