I wake up the next morning and see that Kate is still asleep right next to me. I lean down to kiss her but as soon as my lips touch her cheek she flings her arms out and basically punches me in the nose.
"Owww!!" I yell covering my nose with my hand.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I thought you were some creep! I'm sorry!" Kate exclaims sitting up.
"It's okay, but you have some fast reflexives!" I reply. Kate laughs in reply and then falls back into the covers.
"Our bed is so comfy. I never want to get out of it." she murmurs.
"Oh trust me I know exactly what you mean." I reply.
"But!" Kate sighs throwing the covers off of herself. "It's my first real day back home with you! And I don't want to waste a minute of it." Kate jumps out of bed and throws the curtains open.
"Oh the light it burns!" I moan covering my face with the comforter.
"I know babe. But you have to get up." She says and pulls the comforter off of me. I sigh and pull myself out of bed. I kinda just stand there and stare at her. She gives me a crooked smile and I wrap my arms around her. I just just hold her in my arms savoring the moment. Neither of us want to pull away. But eventually Kate pulls her arms away. I stare at her face and it dawns upon me that I haven't kissed her since she got home. I lean in but I feel nervous. Kinda like how I felt when I first kissed Kate. My mind travels back to when I first kissed Kate in that swimming pool. We were both shivering like crazy but the second out lips touched it was as though my whole body was lit on fire. It's been six years since that first kiss and I'm almost scared to kiss her. I mentally slap myself and plant my lips on her.
I don't even know what I was nervous about. With Kate, it's just meant to be. That's all I can say.
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When I went downstairs to eat breakfast. I found a note on the dining room table from Sophia. It readJustin,
I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry that I'm jealous of you and Kate. But I am happy for you. While I do wish I was the one to make you happy. I guess that's just not meant to happen. If Kate makes you happy then that's how it should be. But, mark my words Justin, something is definitely weird about Kate. People like Kate don't just disappear. I mean even the police were looking for her. I know you're not going to listen to me. But I thought as one of your oldest friends that is my responsibility to tell you. So shred this note and say all the awful things you want about me. But deep down inside Justin, do you really think that Kate is telling the truth?
The note ended there I'm assuming for some sort of dramatic effect. But let me tell you, it didn't work. I don't feel any different. I love Kate. I love her so so much, and I'd jump off cliffs for her.
I know the note would hurt Kate's feelings. So I ripped it up and sent it down the garbage disposal. Speaking of garbage disposals. My hand feels better. I have an appointment with the doctor tomorrow. I wish I hadn't been so dumb and shoved my hand down a garbage disposal. But in the moment that was the only way I could express my pain. Kate noticed the bandage around my hand during breakfast. I told her I accidentally grabbed some broken glass in the sink. She called me an idiot and then proceeded to kiss me.
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"We should go somewhere." I say running my hands through Kate's hair."Go where?" Kate's asks lifting her head off my shoulder.
"I don't know anywhere that's not here." I say.
"Like for a vacation. Or forever?"
"I don't know maybe we should go everywhere." I say. I sigh and turn my body so I'm facing Kate. "Your disappearance has caused me to realize that we only have now. We can't rely on tomorrow. Because tomorrow is inevitable. All we have is now and I don't want to waste it. I mean we have the money to do anything. So why don't we."
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I would (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)
FanfictionKate's life is anything but glamorous. Her whole life she's dreamed of running away and going to college. But instead she meets Justin Bieber. He changes her life and they fall in love. But Kate will always be haunted by her past; a choice she made...