When I wake up at eight p.m., I check my phone and see three missed calls from Justin. I call him on speaker phone then....
"WHY IN THE FREAKING WORLD DID YOU NOT TELL US THAT YOU ALREADY WENT HOME?! WE WERE SO WORRIED. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE OR GOT ABDUCTED!..." screaming from the phone, I put it away from me and listen to him as he goes on.. "....HOW ARE YOU? ARE YOU SAFE? HOW DID YOU GET HOME?"
Wait, did he just say THEY worried about me? Intriguing. I say, "Calm down, Justin, I'm safely home. Sorry I didn't get to tell you because I was too weak and I took a four-hour power nap."
"That's a relief," following his sigh is a long silence. I break it when I ask him awkward questions.
"So you were worrying about me, weren't you?" I ask sounding like I want to know everything about him, which I don't.
"No, I wasn't" he says rather sounding nervous.
"Yes, you were. You said it yourself. 'We Were So Worried' are your exact words. So that means you are one of those who worried." Now I'm trying to hold back my giggles.
"No, I didn't worry. Why would I worry?"
"Well you thought I was abducted. You really worried." Playing with him is fun, but I gotta be careful before he falls for it and say something I wouldn't wanna hear.
"I did not, Isabella! Why are you asking me silly questions? If you were abducted, I wouldn't have a person to pay to do house stuff. That's all."
"If you say so. Justin, I'm still kinda weak and I might die...." but,. of course I'm not really dying. I'm just playing with him.
"You're dying? You can't be, it was just a high fever! Don't do you dare speak of yourself like that!" sounding nervous, I could feel the worry in his voice. That feeling when you know that someone you LOVE is dying. I feel that in him.
"I said I might...before everything is too late I just wanted you to know that..." I pause for a minute because I hear my mom call me for dinner from downstairs so I had to make this quick.
"That what?"
"That....I love you so much. I loved you even before we met. I buy your merch, I post posters of you on my walls, I bought your albums, I joined contests and I watch your videos. I also fangirl over you on twitter. Now that I've met you, I'm telling you, I love you, Justin, please hear this before I go," silently, I giggle a little.
"For real, Isabella? Are you sure?" he asks.
"I really am. Really, I love you. I can't keep this feeling anymore."
"You know Isabella, I gotta tell you something as well. I wanna tell it to you myself. Can you make time for me tomorrow down at Starbucks? I don't wanna say it over the phone."
"Uhm maybe? Sure. I'm probably a bit better tomorrow. At Starbucks? Nine a.m. will do. You pay, alright? I gotta go!" hurrying, I hang up and then go downstairs. Mom prepared Pasta Alfredo, fried shrimp and roasted chicken, all my favorite.
Hours have passed, I'm laying in my bed thinking about what Justin told me on the phone. He said he also gotta tell me something. This better be worth my time.
When morning comes, I wear a cute white dress and my flats. A little make-up, curled hair, a bit eyeliner and mascara. Of course I showered first, it's just eight-thirty right now, I still have time.
When I go downstairs, I find bread, ham, bacon and cheese slices on the table. I guess my mother wants me to die from all of the fats. Eight-thirty-five, more time for me. I grab a slice of bread and bacon, and my purse then run to the door. I don't even bother drinking 'cause Justin and I will be meeting at Starbucks. While standing at the door, I call Jaron and ask him to take me to Starbucks, of course he does. We get there and he drops me off.
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Friends Forever
FanfictionIsabella Ericson is a socialite's daughter who just wanted to work and experience life. When she does work, she ends up working for Justin Bieber who shared his past with her.
