Chapter song : Professional by The Weekend
Justin's P.O.V
Where's the fucking snow ? It's February back home we would be perparing for a huge snow strom. Canada is no were near the same as LA. This move isn't going to be good , i can feel it.
"I love ,
you love
this is love
we're professional
I love,
you love
were sophisticated at lovin'.." blasted through my headphones so loud that if my ear drums blasted i wouldn't even notice. All the Weekend's song just speak to me.
Theirs many perks to having a mother in the FBI, since this move is causing me so much 'heart ace and damage' I'm seeing the Weekend in two days.
"What does it mean when your heart's already num-"
Guess I'll never know ; thanks to my mother ripping out my headphones.
Looking up I notice we have arrived at our new home.
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I found myself sitting on a balcony, looking at the most beautiful creature I've seen.
Skin as soft as snow
Feature as delighted as glass
Eyes as delicious as chocolate
Just perfect
She looks at me and whispers "I'm sick , you don't want what I have . Stay away."
I woke up amazed as always , from the stunning girl I've seen every night for the last week.
If I met a girl as perfect as her, I'd do anything to make her mine.
But this warning , what does it mean?
YOU ARE READING
I'm sick and can't be fixed ( Justin Bieber )
Novela JuvenilI'm sick of being hurt. I'm sick of crying myself to sleep. I'm sick of sleepless nights. I'm sick of late night walks. I'm sick of feeling this way. I'm sick of this life. I'm sick of being me. But hey what can I do ?
