Justin Bieber : One Shot Clean and Dirty

Sick Pt 2

I sat up on the couch, Justin rubbing my back while staring at the TV. “God, I hate this.” I muttered. Justin looked at me, “I hate seeing you like this.” I had been sick for the past few days, throwing up, ect. 

"I hate it so much, ugh." I sighed. Justin kissed my forehead and I laid back down on his lap, "Let’s watch another movie." He smiled and turned on another movie.

That night a neighbor knocked on the door. Justin answered it and seemed to be talking to whoever it was for a while. When he finally shut the door he entered with a plate covered in tinfoil. 

"Who was that?" I asked, sitting up. "Lynn Baker, from next door. She heard you were sick and baked you some cookies, she told me to have you call her. Told me it was very important." Justin explained, setting the plate down on the counter. 

"Aww, that’s sweet. Okay, I will later." I told him. Justin sat back down next to me, "You hungry?" I shook my head, "Not really." "You have to eat something.." "I’ll just throw it up." 

Justin stood up, helping me up and carrying me into the kitchen and setting me down on a chair at the table. I giggled, “Justin..” “You have to eat.” Justin said, walking to the fridge.

"Thank you for taking care of me." I said as he set down a bowl of soup in front of me. Justin kissed my cheek, "It’s my job." I smiled and took a sip of soup. 

That night I walked over to the phone and called Lynn Baker. “Hello?” She answered. “Hi, Lynn, it’s Aaryn from next door. Thank you so much for the cookies, I haven’t had a chance to eat them yet, but they look delicious. Justin told me you wanted me to call you.” I said. “Hi dear, you’re very welcome. I wanted to suggest something.” 

"Go ahead." I said. "Have you taken a pregnancy test?" Lynn asked. My mouth fell and I stared at the wall, thinking about the possibilities of me being pregnant. I finally responded, "No.." 

I could hear Lynn’s breath, “I have some over at my house. Do you want to come over and maybe try one?” “Um.. sure.” I sniffed, “I’ll be there in a few.” I hung up and walked downstairs.

Justin noticed me walking to the door, “Where are you going?” “Lynn wants me to come over.. Told me she wanted some.. girl talk.” I told him, opening the door. “But you’re sick.” “I’ll be okay.” I walked out the door, shutting it behind me. 

Lynn led me up to her bathroom and dug through her cabinets. “You look nervous.” Lynn said, handing me a test. I held my stomach tight as I took it from her, “That’s because I am..” Lynn smiled, “You’ll be okay.” She opened the door for me and I walked in, shutting it.

I walked out of the bathroom with the test in my hand, “Now what?” Lynn stood up, “It takes a few minutes to get the results.” “I’m so scared.” “Don’t be, if it is positive.. you will have so many supporters.” 

"If it is positive, imagine the hate I’ll get. Justin isn’t ready for a baby, and neither am I." I said. "Well I guess you should’ve thought about that before you two had sex." Lynn muttered. I gulped, "He always uses condoms." 

Lynn stared at the test as it began to appear, “Look.” I looked down and shook it, hoping it would appear fast. Finally, we had an answer. Lynn took my hand, “It’s okay.” Tears fell from my eyes and I didn’t speak.

"Positive." Lynn said, pulling me into a hug.