Chapter Forty Eight
Justin's P.O.V.
Rolling over on my side I glanced at the clock seeing it was already noon, guess I got used to that California time zone. Today I was going to extreme clean my room and possibly change it up to fit both of us. Swinging the comforter off I sat up looking out the window watching the snow fall.
Winter was already here, this was going to be a cold one I could already feel it. Taking a quick shower I pulled on my shirt, jacket, sweatpants, so I wouldn't freeze to death. I walked out to the kitchen pouring myself a hot cup of coffee to keep warm. One thing I hated about living out here, it had to be at least twenty degrees.
Taz sat right beside me on the next chair just staring at me while I drank the coffee, he kind of weirded me out to be honest. Lexie gave me instructions on how to take care of him and so far everything was good. I fed him every morning, cleaned out his litter box which was in my room, made a bed for him, made sure he had plenty of food and fresh water, and most importantly did not let him outside.
He cried at me while I looked over at him, then he cried again. I had no clue what this cat wanted, I was not a cat or animal person for that matter but this was different. He was Lexie's baby and I was not about to mess with that. Taz continued crying at me as I tried to figure out what his deal was.
"For the love of-what do you want?" I asked watching his green eyes stare me down, "I've feed you, you have everything you need what could you possibly want?"
"Are you talking to a cat?" Troy stumbled into the kitchen with Jasmine hanging on him.
Taz cried again as Jasmine cooed picking him up, "Aw he wants his mama"
So that was it, he wanted Lexie. My face lit up in realization knowing Jasmine just nailed it on the head. "I want her too but we got to wait, she'll be here soon"
"And you are still talking to a cat"
"Shut up" I said causing Troy to smirk, yeah he knew I had it bad if I was willing to deal with this thing.
I couldn't figure out what to do with my room, leave it the way it was or change it up? I'm pretty sure Lexie would be fine with anything but I wanted her to feel comfortable here. Maybe I could do black and white, that fit both of us. That was sort of boring though, possibly a different color?
Then my bed, I had to get rid of these camouflage sheets and comforter. I had them since I was fifteen, okay that was it. I was redoing my whole room, new paint, new curtains, new bed spread, new furniture, everything. I had no idea where to start first, probably the painting. What color though?
I liked blue and Lexie loved turquoise so maybe that color? Or should I do red? Or green? Or brown? This was way too much to figure out by myself so I quickly picked up my phone to call Lexie, I needed her opinion on this. After a few rings it went straight to her voice mail, I was honestly starting to worry she hadn't answered her phone in a couple of days.
Well I'd have to figure this out on my own, I should probably paint first then get the furniture and bed spread. Oh goodness then I had to get her some warm clothes to endure this weather. I should probably get a list going, let's see I needed furniture, new bed sheets, maybe even a new bed, paint, paint brushes, plastic coverings- "Mom!"
"What is it honey?" She asked strolling into my room.
"I need help" she nodded as I pulled out my list, "I want to change my room so it fits both of us. Right now it just looks too much like a guys room. I want her to feel comfortable here so this is what I'm thinking. Paint the walls turquoise, buy maybe gray sheets, get all new things. Then she's going to need some new clothes, crap I don't even know her size! Well let me see if-"
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