Fix Me (Sequel to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 20

(Justin's pov)
I don't know how long Christie and I walked, but I have no idea where we were. We're both lost in thought until I realize that everything looks unfamiliar. So I stop, making Christie snap back to reality too.
"Babe, I think we're lost. I have no idea where we are," I look around for a sign that can lead us back home. Shit. I have no clue where we are.
"Let's see where we are in the first place," I read the street signs, but none are familiar. Sighing, I open my phone and go to maps.
"I think we're on the other side of town," I sigh tiredly. I don't want to walk all the way across town just to get back home. It's freezing out here, and Christie's shivering.
"C'mon baby, let's go inside," I find a nearby coffee shop, then lead her into it. I buy us two hot chocolates to warm us up.

"Feel better now?" I ask when we sit down by a window.
"Yeah. Thank you," she takes small sips from her cup as she smiles brightly.
"No problem, babe," I grin amicably at her.
"What time is it?"
"It's 4pm," I read off my phone.
"How are we going to get back?" she questions.
"Good question. I guess we're gonna have to take a taxi." I'm not too thrilled about that, but I guess it's better than walking.
"It's not that bad, Justin," she giggles, making me beam at her.
"Fine. You almost done?"
"Yea, I think I am done," she throws her trash away. Smiling, I take her hand; then we have to wait forever until a taxi stops for us.

"Just bring us somewhere on the other side of town." When a taxi arrives, I pull Christie close in the backseat.
"There's a lot of traffic, so it might be awhile," the taxi driver announces before swerving through the city traffic.
"It's fine," I state nonchalantly. It's in a rush anyways. Christie rests her head on my shoulder, so I gently caress her thigh. I keep my hand on her throughout the silent taxi ride.
"I love you," I softly kiss her by surprise, and she kisses back; then I kiss her forehead before throwing my arm around her.
"You're so beautiful," I smile at her, making her blush and hide behind her hair.
"I hate it when you do that," she whispers bashfully.
"Do what?" I lean closer to her.
"Say stuff like that," she shyly looks at her feet.
"What? You think I'm lying?" I murmur in her ear.
"No, I just don't believe it." Her voice was really quiet, but I could still hear her.
"I guess that means I'll have to spend as long as it takes until you believe it," I peck her cheek.

"Alright, you folks can go," the taxi driver parks on the side of the road.
"Thanks," I hand him $20 before stepping out. We were dropped off by the Subway across the street from our condo. It has gotten pretty dark outside.
"Let's go eat dinner first, babe," I hold her hand; then we walked into a nearby Chinese restaurant.
"Is this good?" I ask her before ordering.
"Yeah," she nods. We order; then I tell her to sit at any table while I wait for the food.
. . .
After we eat dinner, we walk back to our condo. I hold Christie on the opposite side of where everyone is sitting.
"Bieber, get over here," Khalil orders strictly, like he knows I don't want to deal with this shit anymore. But he does it anyway.
"Ugh, give me a sec," I sigh, tired and frustrated as fuck. I lead Christie inside my room.
"I'll be back in a moment, babe," I assure her sweetly before shutting my door and stepping out. I ignore Twist and walk up to Khalil.
"What?" I glare coldly at him.
"We need to talk," he motions me to follow him, so I roll my eyes and follow him into his room, where Za is standing as well.
"What do you want?" I sigh, already annoyed.
"What the fuck were you trying to do today, this morning?" Khalil mentions earlier, when Christie and I had our moment. I smile at the memory of her moans and how I claimed my love for her.
"What? I can't fuck my girlfriend?" I smirk with pride yet slight agitation.
"I could care less what you do with her, but that doesn't mean you can do it where every person can hear it. You're not the only ones living here. I know what you were doing, but shit like that won't fix anything. Goddamn it, Bieber," Khalil grumbles, and I chuckle carelessly.
"You think this is funny?" Khalil glares in annoyance.
"Hey, if it bothers you that much to pull me aside, then whatever. Let's just end this already," I gradually lose my smile and return to a grimace.
"Good idea. Now, Za wants to speak to you in private, so I'm going to leave. Don't cause trouble," Khalil leaves the room, sighing in great vexation.