Amnesia

3. BOTH WAKE UP UNDERNEATH THE SAME SUN

Justin's POV

Why did he have to leave like that? If it was money, I could give him any amount he desired. If it was fame, he was famous to me, and that is all should matter. Happiness? No. Can't be. He only cheeses when I nibble his ear.

I close the door and immediately fall, back against the door, as my emotions take over. I miss him so much already. How am I going to be able to live without him for the entire summer? Skype calls aren't going to be enough. Everything can be taken out of context, and knowing him, that could mean it'll be a fight every call. I need to see him face to face at least one more time. I can always groupie it up for the summer and follow their bus, but I'm not allowed to drive because of some stupid DUI.

I call up my friend Devon to see if he wished to join--and drive of course--me this summer. Devon is the only person I know will be all for it. He and Austin despise another since the whole Austin drug rampage in LA last January, but I won't let Austin know he's there.

He picked up after what seemed like an eternity in the form of two rings. "Yeah, JB?"

"I need a favor. A big favor," I stammer. "Like huge but it'll be chill."

A pause until his all too predictable response. "What's in it for me?" he asks.

I sigh, "What do you want, Dev?"

"Before I can answer, it's only fair for me to know what you are asking of me."

I stammer. He'll say no unless I can give him exactly what he wants. "I need to go on a road trip," I admit.

"Where?"

"Um, yeah. a lot of where."

"Tell me what you want with details. You're beating around the bush, JB."

"Just say yes and come over here. I'll give you anything you want." I continue after a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, "Money, cars, girls...anything."

I hear him cracking up obnoxiously in my ear. "Are you trying to follow Mahone around on tour? You're a stalker! I knew that's what you wanted, and you didn't even have to say much other than road trip." He laughs again, rubbing my dependency in.

"So, since you know, will you do that or me?" I rub the building sweat off my brow in anticipation for his summer-changing answer

"Yeah, of course, but I want you to get Luke to have sex with me."

What in the world? How did I know him longer, but Austin was on the nose about him being bisexual. My face is in complete disgust at the realization that his price is out of my control. His price might be out of nature's control; especially, if Luke is a die-hard hetero. "How am I supposed to get that to happen?" I whine.

"You got Austin to have sex with you," he shoots back. "You seem to have some swag."

I smirk and say, "I am an expert in the field of swag, but I thought you were dating the chick from the club last Spring?"

"I'm not!" He returns to the demand at hand. "So, JB are you going to get me Luke or not?"

"Yeah, okay," I utter.

"If I don't have sex with him by the end of the third show, we're heading home. I'm only saying not the first couple shows because I know how much you're in love with Austin." he explains the details as if it is a deal with the devil.

I jump up in excitement, ready to pack my things. "Thanks man! I freaking love you."

He snorts, "Disgusting, you're Justin Bieber. I'm a Mahomie here."

"Yeah, whatever. Be over in an hour so we can catch up." I hang up.

An hour later...

"JB, here I am," Devon says as he enters the front door. "Get your shit, and come on if you want to follow them and not get lost."

I run down the steps, stumbling down a couple but maintaining my balance. I pack like Austin with a couple duffel-bags and a book bag that should be enough. "I'm ready!"

He laughs at me almost falling on my face. "Excited, are we?"

I fix my hair. "Yeah, I miss his face," I say.

I manage to get all my stuff to the trunk without tripping again. Devon whips a black Mustang. One reason he was the first called about the road trip. If I'm traveling around not in disguise, it has to be in style.

I slam the trunk and Devon jokes out the driver's window, "No alcohol in the car."

"Excuse me!" I get in the passenger seat. I move over to shout in his ear, "I don't drink!"

"That isn't what the breathalyzer said." He starts the car.

I pull my seat back to acquire some more ball space. "The police faked that whole situation to get some shit on me,"

Staring straight ahead as he pulls out, he says, "Because you're the ultimate saint, right?"

Staring straight ahead, I respond, "You already know it."

I turn on the radio and guess who had to be playing. "When we both wake up underneath the same sun."

Devon turns to me and says, "They really are good, you know?"

I shout, "Luke Hemmings is a horrible person! He's an arrogant Australian who needs to stay the hell away from Austin."

He agrees, "Mahomie nation represent."

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