Beauty Inside

Chapter 9

Justin's POV

It's been hours before my eyes last saw sleep. I've been in the studio writing and singing about her. I didn't know how else to express the way she made me feel the other night.

I've never met someone so intriguing, smart, funny, and stunning. She was perfect. I know it's a lot to say after one night, but I haven't felt that happy and free in so long. The way we both laughed together like we've known each other for years. There were those occasional moments last night where I felt like the boy back from Stratford.

I had started about ten songs within the past 24 hours, and I ended up tossing each one in the trash. The thoughts in my head were such a jumbled mess that I couldn't put it in words down on paper.

As I went to grab another piece of paper, I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled. Ryan had his head peaking through the door.

"Aye, Justin. I think you should get some sleep. You've been in here for a while." Ryan quietly started walking towards me.

"I'm fine, I've just got a lot of ideas I gotta get down." I said running my hand through my hair. A few minutes of silence went through the room before Ryan spoke up.

"Who is she?" Ryan asked.

"What are you talking about?" I set down my pencil looking at him.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about. There's a girl!" He gave a small chuckle.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I turned back around continuing to write.

"Don't play that shit with me man. I've known you for too long. I know how you act when you come across a special girl. You start writing songs like you're in a marathon or something." Ryan said folding his arms, leaning on the wall. I turned to face him, but kept my eyes on the floor.

"It's a girl. Who is she?"

"There's no girl. I just have a lot of good ideas for my music. That's all." I lied.

"Suit yourself. But get some sleep. You've been up for too long." Ryan said giving me a pat on the back. I grabbed my keys following Ryan out the door.

There wasn't much I felt like doing tonight, but I didn't want to sleep either. So I spent my time driving around the city. I ended up pulling up to a pier that I would often go to just to think. I guess that's what I came here to do. Think.

Obviously, everything in life happens for a reason. Reasons that I don't understand. But Summer isn't a reason that I agreed to. I don't want a girl in my life. I don't do girls. I care only about me, myself, and I.

... But a part of me aches for more of her.

I've only been with her three times, and each time I couldn't help but get this joy from seeing her. A joy that no other girl has brought me in a long time. The way she made laugh, the way she would blush whenever I complemented her, the way she would play with the ends of her hair whenever she got nervous, I loved every part of it.

I walked up and down the beach for the next couple hours throwing rocks into the crashing waves until a tiredness came over my body.

...

I woke up from a bright light coming through my window. I slowly blinked my eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight.

I slowly sat up, swinging my legs over the edge my bed. Looking at the clock it was already three in the afternoon. Why did I sleep in so late? I placed my head in my hands thinking about my dream from last night.