Things Change

Chapter 1

𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 💋

*𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗔'𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗩*

"Where are you going?" I ask, sitting up on the kitchen stool and pulling my knees up under my chin. 

 "Lance's party" Frankie replies, not even looking up from his phone.  "Can I come?" I ask excited by the thought of actually having something to do this Friday night.  "No!" Frankie and Justin reply in sync, both shooting me looks that say 'are you fucking crazy?!'.  

"What the fuck?!  I'm fucking 16, almost 17, this shit isn't fair!"  I groan, throwing my arms up in the air.

  "Watch your language!"  Justin says.

  I get myself of the stool, and take a few steps towards Justin, getting right up in his face.  He looks down at me, and takes a swig of his beer, never removing his eyes from mine.

"Fuck. You."  I say in my most threatening voice.  I stare into his eyes, he stares back into mine, a smirk playing around on his lips.  Neither of us wanting to back down.

I see something change deep within Justin's eyes, a kind of softness coming through.  It immediately reminds me of the time he held me the whole night, when I was missing my dad like crazy.

~𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 ~

"It's not fair Justin, every person except me had their father there!  I had no one!!"  I scream, tears rushing down my cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me Ariana? I would've come with you."  He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his chest.  I fight to get out of his grip, throwing punches at him, angry at the world.  I never would understand why we deserved to have our father leave us.

When I was 13, he left.  He wrote a letter telling me and put it at my door while I was asleep.  I found the letter too late, he had already left 6 hours ago.  He was my best friend, and not a day goes by that I don't miss him like hell.  Justin doesn't pull away from the punches I'm throwing.  Actually, he stands there and accepts every single angry punch I throw at him, before I'm completely exhausted and melt down into his arms crying.

"Come on Ari, go to bed."  He says softly, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I don't understand."  I sob into his chest, as he carries me bridal style and walks towards the bed.

"None of us do, Ari."  He replies, gently placing me beneath the covers of my bed.  He pulls the warm blankets over me, and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.  I close my eyes, still loudly sobbing.  I feel a shift on the bed and my eyes dart open.

"Justin?"  I ask quietly, while sniffling.

"Yeah?"  He asks, turning back towards me, already halfway across the room

"Can you please stay?"  I ask, the thought of being alone right now, was hell to me.  I knew I wouldn't sleep at all, and I needed someone.  Anyone.

"I don't think that's a good idea Ari..."  Justin says, while scratching the back of his neck.

"I don't care.  Please?"  I beg.

He lets out a heavy sigh, before taking his shoes off and climbing in next to me.  Laying on his back, hands behind his head, he mumbles a goodnight.  I keep letting my tears silently fall, until I feel a hand soothingly rubbing my back.  I let out a sigh, before drifting off to my dark dreams, filled with memories of my dad and I.

The next morning, I wake up in Justin's arms, my head laying on his chest.  My right leg thrown over his waist, and his soft plump lips against my forehead.  His left hand gripping my thigh really high up, basically holding my ass.  I gently move my head to get a better look at him.  He lets out a deep groan, grabbing me tighter and pulling me closer to him, making me lightly smile.  Suddenly his eyes dart open, he pushes me off of him, and jumps out of the bed.

"What the fuck..."  he says, running a hand through his hair.

"Sorry?..."  I say softly, as my eyes wander around his body, before noticing his morning glory making itself very noticeable in his light gray sweatpants.

"Fuck!!"  Justin groans, moving his hands to cover his hardness.

I open my mouth, trying to get a sentence out, but I can't.  Justin stands there, staring down at me, and I can't help but notice how beautiful he looks in this moment.  His brown eyes look dazed and confused and maybe a little lustful?  His perfect pink lips, are a little more plump than usual.  My eyes slowly scan down his body again, while biting my lip.

"Jen!!"  He whisper yells, a frown now present on his face.  "Don't do that...you can't do that to me!"  He says, his hands still trying to cover his hard cock.

"Oh..." I whisper.

"I'm basically your brother Ariana!"  I hear him groan, as if it's hurting him to say that.

"But you're not."  I reply simply.

"Um...are we ok?"  He asks vulnerably, sitting beside me.

"Yeah Jay, were good."

That's when I was 15 and he was 17

~𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘯𝘥~

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝗕𝘁𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿.

- 𝗫𝗼𝘅𝗼 𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹 💋