home to mama // justin bieber

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sorry this chapter is a bit short and ends annoyingly - i had to split it up or too much would have happened in one chapter

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It had been two weeks.

Two entire weeks and Justin hadn’t been back once – even when I wasn’t there, like on Wednesday’s and Sunday afternoons, according to Sophia and my other co-worker, Fletcher.

I’d had my damn diary kept in my locker at work since the day after our argument, and it felt like it was festering in there, providing absolutely no help. I was tempted to just take it home and give up on the entire apology idea.

“You’re being extremely over-dramatic.” Fletcher said one evening as he dropped some ice into the blender. I was lying across the counter, feeling extremely sorry for myself, as yet another night passed without any sign of Justin.

“To be honest,” I began as I leaned up on my elbows, staring miserably at the door. “I think he’s the one being overdramatic – I accidentally read his precious diary so he drops off the face of the earth?” I snorted, but the look on Fletch’s face made my laughter cease straight away.

“Okay, fine.” I rolled my eyes, realising I was wrong.

“You need to stop worrying about it.” He sighed, coming over and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I accepted the embrace gratefully, leaning into his side. Fletcher smelled like good cologne and melted chocolate, and a sense of home followed him everywhere, in my opinion. He was the one who practically got me this job – I’d gone to high school with Fletch, and he was in a lot of my lessons. When I’d come into Lilah’s Café for the interview, he immediately wrapped me in a friendly hug when he saw me and said he’d put in a good work for me with Lilah, the owner. Thus, I ended up with a job when I needed one most. Fletch was a lifesaver. 

“I know I do.” I groaned, squeezing my eyes closed, willing the image of Justin’s upset face to get out of my brain. Despite the fact it’d been two weeks, the picture was still crystal clear in my head, which was just great.

“To be honest, he is being a bit weird about it. I know for a fact he used to come in nearly everyday and just because you guys had a little argument doesn’t mean he has to abandon the place. Are you sure you didn’t read something really personal?” Fletch had asked me this question about 7 million times, and so I whacked him softly in the stomach, shrugging his arm off my shoulders gently.

“No, Fletcher, for God’s sake. It was literally a few lyrics and a couple of quotes.” I explained again, noticing a customer pushing through the glass door.

“He must just be a really private, sensitive person, then.” Fletcher concluded, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at my friend. Obviously, Fletcher, that’s why he’s disappeared.

I made my way to the counter, smiling warmly at the girl who had just walked up. She was rubbing her hands together to try to generate some warmth that had been ripped from her by the November air, and he nose was bright red.

“You’ll be wanting something hot, I take it?” I grinned, noting her shivering form.

She let out a laugh, tucking some hair behind her ear.

“Please. I’ll take a gingerbread latte, and then a black coffee too.” She smiled.

“To stay or go?”