Weakness

28. "You won't"

“You can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.” —Johnny Depp

LIA

I'm woken up once again by hearing Justin's voice directly in my ear. 

“Amelia wake up,” I hear him mumble with his lips against my ear. 

“Mmmm” I hum and I start to slowly open my eyes and adjust to the brightness of the room. It's probably around 11 AM by now.

“Let's go get breakfast.” He tells me but he makes no effort in getting up from the bed. 

“Okay get up so that I'll get up also.” I say. I'll never get up if he stays laying down. Especially with the position that we're both in right now. Our legs are a tangled mess along with the sheets and my back is firmly pressed against his front with his arms hanging loosely around my waist. 

“Can I get a kiss first?” He asks. 

“No.” I respond and that makes me get up from bed. I don't want to give him a kiss because I don't like morning breath and also because I have no idea what this thing going on between us even is. 

“Ugh.” He frowns and gets up himself as well. 

“What am I going to wear? I can't wear the dress from yesterday..”

“Uhh I guess we can just go get food in the drive thru and then come back here?” He suggests. 

“Yeah that's fine.” I respond. 

He starts to get ready and I leave his room to find the extra toothbrush that’s not used from the visitors bathroom. 

*

We both get inside the car and we decide to get the breakfast from the mcdonalds drive thru because It’s 10:30 so we still have time to get something and also because It’s pretty close to his house and we don’t want to drive too far. 

I can hear Justin humming along to the lyrics of the songs and I randomly remember how Ethan would tell me how he was a good singer. I remember when Justin and I first met I had mentioned something about him singing. 

“You know, I still haven’t heard you singing.” I say. 

“I don’t sing much.” He responds, focusing on the road. 

“But Ethan knew that you sang good.” I mention.

“I used to sing a lot but I don’t anymore. When I do it’s to myself because I’m bored or if I’m writing a song.” 

“You write songs?” I almost laugh at his statement. Justin Bieber the bad boy is secretly a singer and songwriter? 

“Yes but I throw away the papers right after I write them. It’s only to get my feelings out and then I just throw the paper away.” He shrugs. 

“That’s sweet.” I smile at him although he’s still looking at the road ahead of him.

“Yeah whatever don’t mention it to anyone.” 

“Your secrets safe with me.” I shake my head and laugh. I guess this is a step to him actually telling me something about himself. 

We arrive at the Mcdonald’s drive thru and I tell Justin what I want so that he can order what we both want. We get our food and drive back to Justin’s house. 

“Do you want to hear me sing?” Justin randomly questions on the car ride on our way back to his house. 

“Yes.” I respond.