BitterSweet Love (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Forty Two: Brownies

"You know this isn't healthy right?"

"Oh please I don't need this from you."

"You need to hear it from someone."

"Oh come on millions of people stalk his page on the daily."

"You're not a typical fan girl, you're his ex I don't think you understand."

"I'm merely observing."

"Right is that why his sound cloud is opened on the other tab?"

"Ryan. Stop prying." He shook his head.

"Ok you need to stop and move on." He shut my laptop.

"It's only been two weeks."

"I'm not saying you need to get a new guy. I'm just saying that you need to move past this one."

"I'm already past it."

"You're delusional."

"Can you really blame me though? Him and I had a long run."

"I don't blame you. I just want you to stop because I don't want you to become one of those girls that stalk their exes because they won't accept the break up."

"Well I have a rehearsal to be at, so I'll see you later. Oh and I'll try not to show up at his house and breathe against his window."

"You know that seems to be all you've been doing lately."

"That was a joke right?"

"I didn't mean the window thing I meant the rehearsals."

"Oh well I mean there's only one week left until the big showcase."

"Regardless that's the only thing you've preoccupied in."

"Well? Get to your point."

"I think we need to go to a big college party."

"You know those always have a way of ending badly for me."

"They end badly for everyone with wicked hangovers, but you could use a little fun in your life, a little release."

"Alright."

"Well you gave in quick."

"I mean I don't really have anything stopping me or any worries."

"That's the spirit. You're a free woman, embrace it."

"Slight problem."

"What would that be?"

"It's Thursday night."

"That's the wonderful thing about college, parties don't wait for the weekend. Now go get dressed, preferably slutty."

"I'm thinking more silent nun."

I chose to wear black skinny jeans with a white cropped top and a nice necklace. I put on some eyeliner and a little lipgloss and was ready to go.

"If you wear tennis shoes with that outfit I will literally strangle you myself."

"Oh come on Ryan. I'm going to get blisters if I wear heels."

"I will burn off your feet if you even try to put those on."

"Fine." I put on a studded pair of heels in defeat."

"That's more like it."

"Can we just go?"

We arrived at the party and within seconds Ryan had dispersed into the crowd.