Sew Me Up

My Name and The Note.

I smile to myself, Justin called me. I sigh and look at the phone screen once more and I feel a rush of endorphins rush through me. I feel my phone buzz and see that Justin texted me.

Hey, is this Julia?

Yes, yes it is. I open up the phone and begin to type back to him.

Yeah, it's Julia.

I lean against the window and stare at the screen, I wonder what he's doing. Is he at a club and bored out of his mind and thought it would be an okay idea to text me, finally? Maybe he's at home in his bed and been trying to come up with something to say to me for the past three days?

Or has he been so busy with his career that he kind of forgot about me, until now? What if I'm just being a booty call right now? I'm better than that. I don't notice that I've tightened my grip on the phone until I feel it buzz again.

Are you okay???

Am I okay? Yes and no. Yes because you're finally texting me and no because I'm getting ahead of myself and accusing you of being a complete douche bag.

Sorta.
Wdym?

That's a good question.

I'm just confused right now.

Is it about me?

I huff a little. Damn, I think he's got it.

I start texting when Justin sends me another text:

Is it because of the article?

No, but it's a good enough excuse to keep talking.

Yeah, just a little shaken up.

I let out a sigh of relief, crisis averted. I look at the time and see that it's almost ten, I reluctantly stand up and grab whatever bag I brought with me today and head out of the building. As I pass through the front door I feel my phone buzzing in my back pocket and pull it out to see that Justin is calling me. I answer the call before it ends this time.

"Hey," he starts, is it bad that I felt my heart flutter from that greeting alone.

"Hey," I say back and there's a moment of nothing but my feet slowly pushing off the pavement of New York. It's not awkward either, it's kind of nice. I can hear a car over the phone, he must be going somewhere.

"So, about the article, I wanted to know if you were okay?" Justin asks me. "I've already said I'm okay," I tell. "No, Julia, you said you were a little shaken up." Ah, he has me there. "Don't worry, I'm alright, no one with a camera is following me," I say as I look over my shoulder, just to make sure.

"Okay, where are you?" Justin asks "I'm walking home," I say nonchalantly, rather slowly I hear myself think. I hear shuffling over the phone, "It's ten," Justin says "Yes, you're very observant, Justin," I say. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is at night it is in this city?" he asks me but I know it's not a real question.

"No, I've only lived here twenty-two years here," I say sarcastically and there's a silence I can practically see Justin frowning at me. I laugh when he sighs but he starts laughing too. "But, seriously, are you safe?" he asks me. "Yeah, I have pepper spray," I say.

"Julia," Justin says "Yeah," I reply. "Can I tell you something and you promise not be weirded out by it?" he says. The question makes me want to laugh but the way he said it made me keep my giggles down. I guess he took my silence as a yes because then he started talking again.

"I really like saying your name," Justin tells me and I'm so glad that I'm the only one who can hear him. I'm so glad that it's in my ear, Justin Bieber telling me that he likes saying my name.