Do You Really? (Justin Bieber fanfic)

Chapter 38

A/N: Sorry for making you wait. You have no idea how bad I feel because of that. I'm just stuck with school and so many exams and stuff. The only time I get to relax I'm with friends. I try to make time but I also sometimes don't really have ideas for chapters because school has my mind drained out. Don’t worry summer is coming up soon and then I will have all the time in the world :)

Dedication to whoever comment :)

Ashley's P.O.V

"Hey, dad," I smile at him as come down the stairs.

He raises his steamy mug of coffee to me in a greeting way and tells to wait a second. He says goodbye to whoever he was talking to on the phone and hangs up.

"Good morning, sweetie," he says and I kiss his cheek, before walking to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.

"I made some toasts," my dad tells me and I nod, as I scratch my head trying to get rid of some knots on my hair.

"Thanks. Uh, dad who were you talking to?" I ask him.

I take a plate from the cupboard and close the cupboard. I place the toasts on my plate and place the plate on the counter.

"I was talking with my lawyer," he says a bit nervous.

"Oh."

I open the fridge and take some orange juice. My dad hands me a glass and I thank him. I pour the orange juice into my glass and drink a bit. My dad pulls on his tie and takes a deep breath as he looks down.

"What's wrong, dad?" I ask him and he shakes his head dismissing me.

"Nothing, it's just work, don't worry, I got it handled." He says smiling at me to show that it everything is fine when it doesn’t really seem like it.

"Then why are you so stressed, dad? You can tell me!" I say and he sighs.

"Work is being a pain in the ass lately, that's all. I really want to get promoted but my boss is being an ass." He says and I nod.

"Why were you talking to your lawyer?" I ask him.

"We were talking about the divorce. Your mom hasn't signed the papers yet. She decided to fly with her boyfriend to Mexico and hasn't come back yet. Stop worrying, sweetie, everything is fine." He hugs me and I smile.

"Okay, I'm going to my room now, have a nice day at work." I tell him and kiss his cheek one more time before taking my plate and glass of juice to my room.

I need to find my dad someone to talk to, a friend. I know that because I'm his daughter then he won't feel that free to talk to me. The same way is with us, teens. We can feel free to talk with our parents about every subject but there are subjects you can't really talk to them no matter how free you feel with them, and that's the exact thing with parents. They can't always talk with us about everything, even if we wanted to. That's the reason to why I need to find my dad a friend.

I see Justin climb inside my room and chuckle. I place the plate and juice on my desk, and walk up to Justin. He looks up at me and smiles. I help him get in and kiss his lips as he gets in.

"Good morning, babe," he says and I smile.

"Good morning," I walk to my desk and take my plate and glass.

I sit on my bed and place the glass on my nightstand. I take a bite of my toast and Justin takes my other toast. I raise my legs and sit Indian style.

"So, what are your plans for today?" He asks me and I shrug.

"I don't have any." I say and he nods.