Catching Feelings (Justin Biber Fanfic)

We were best of friends since we were, this high...

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I don't like to think about my childhood that much. I have my reasons why. It's not like anything bad happened to me - I was never raped, abused, bullied, or anything. In fact, my childhood was great. I'd eat breakfast, go outside and play, and my curfiew was the street lights. I had many friends, more than I can count, but 5 major friends. I was a cute girl, and guys often pulled my hair and ran away, just hoping i'd run after. I hardly ever did; playing hard to get was common.

But like i said, i don't often think about those times. Today, is the exception, as it is every year. September 15. This day changed my life, so many years ago.

There was this one boy, i remember him distinctly. The boy with the blonde hair, the smile, and those damn hazel eyes that you could never say no to. He had these dreams, and just hearing him talk about the made you smile because you knew he could achieve anything he set his heart on. Justin was his name.

I was five, and he was seven when we first met. He'd just moved in with his grandparents who lived nextdoor to me. Me and Justin was best friends from the first night, when he looked out his window the first night and saw my window was a few feet away. We'd stay up, write to eachother, talk, and even climb over the small tree branch into eachother's rooms. It was the friendship you thought you only saw in movies, but for us it was real.

He was like an older brother to me. I can't count how many times he got suspended for beating up boys who were rude to me. He'd walk me home from school, and everything. Our parents trusted us so much.

Justin and I did everything together, even the bad things. We both tried alcohol and cigarettes together, and both got grounded for a month when our parents caught us. But we still talke through the window. And I guess I just never imagined that changing.

But of course, all good things come to an end. And our good thing came to an end when Justin was fourteen and I was twelve... The day Scooter flew him out to Atlanta.

'I promise you, nothing will ever change our friendship.' he said, with what we both thought was sincere honesty. 'It's gonna be nothing. I'll come back in two weeks and we'll keep on talking through our windows like we used to.'

Justin never came back. Scooter was legit, and this was his one shot at the only dream he never realized he dreamed of. Of course, he said yes. I would've frowned on him if he didn't. He'd keep in touch, he said. Of course, he didn't. He was busy recording music and working on his career

I never berated Justin for any of the choices he made, because, well, I would've done the same if it were me. And besides, he didn't give up on me completely. Because today, on the six year anniversary of Justin leaving me, i'm thinking of how far we've come.

See, what you don't know about me, is I'm Justin's costume designer/wardrobe personnel. So i guess I didn't get as left behind as one would assume. I stuck around through all the girlfriends, one night stands, Mariah Yeater, and bad press.

Maybe, just maybe, it's because i love him.... But, you didn't hear it from me.