I was no longer drunk but I was still awake. I was awake just thinking. I was sitting on the balcony of Ryan and Justin's room. They was having a beer and playing Xbox. I've been drinking a lot lately... I'm a depressed person I guess. I can just think myself into a depression. I dont even know why I do that to myself. It's the worlds worst thing. That's exactly what I've done right now. It was getting really cold so I decided to go back in. Once I shut the door Justin's head turns towards me and he frowns. He knew something was wrong, he always does. I don't know how but he does. "Baylee join the party" Ryan says as him and Ashley was making mixed drinks. "Hey" Justin says wrapping a blanket around me. "Hey" I mumble. He pulls me into his chest hugging me. "What's wrong?" "Sometimes I just need a hug, I guess" I say and he rubs my back then pulls back some. "You're about to cry, what is it? What's wrong?" He says pushing my hair behind my ear. "I don't know Justin, I just don't know" i say and he nods pulling me back into his arms. I was thinking about some of the stuff the paparazzi and his fans have said to me. I've never had to deal with anything like this before. Justin's like the biggest pop star I've ever worked for. The most famous anyways. He has too many fans. I can't handle it. They're so mean at times. "Want me to take you to your room?" He ask and I nod. He slides his shoes on grabbing his phone. Then we walk out of the room. "Wanna tell me what's wrong now?" "I'm just not happy" I say and he nods. "Are you not happy here? With me and the crew?" "I don't know..." I say and he nods. "Catherine isn't here if you wanna stay with me for a few minutes" I say and he nods walking in behind me. He takes his shoes off them jumps on my bed. "You and her share a bed?" "Yeah, we've got pretty close" I say and he laughs. "Hopefully not as close as we've been" "Justin..." I say making him look at me. "We have been" I joke and his eyes go wide thinking I was serious. "You guys... Slept together" "we sure did" I lie watching his face. He's so gullible. "What was it like? Was she better than me?" "Justin, I'm joking!" I say and he shakes his head playfully tossing a pillow at me. I chuckle laying beside him. After a few minutes of silence I roll over sitting on Justin's lower stomach. "Maybeeee, we can do it again?" I say slowly running my fingers up and down his chest. He licks over his lips staring into my eyes. "Baylee.." He breathes out. "Yes?" I whisper leaning down and placing my lips to his. He kiss back so I don't stop. I raise up pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it around the floor. I lean down connecting my lips to Justin's. He rolls over to where he's on top, not braking the kiss. So yeah, I'm pretty much using sex to distract me from my problems. I don't want to hurt Justin. Geez, Im an awful person. A few minutes later we were both naked and I stop Justin. "What?" "I- Uh..." I wanted to tell him how i felt, I really did. I was to scared to though. "Just continue" I say and he gives me a weird look. Now he's going to think something is up. I grabs his face pulling him to me and smashing his lips to mine.
*About an hour later*
I can't believe I just had sex with my best friend... AGAIN! Oh my gosh. Now I'm laying here beside him naked. Neither one of us was saying anything. We were both sober this time around. "Justin, you should probably find a new different-" "why?" He ask before I could even finish saying it. "I wanna go home..." I say sitting up. I was bound to cry. I know he doesn't care for me how I do him. That's what hurts. I stand up and start getting dressed. "What? Baylee... Why are you..." He stopped talking as he seen my eyes water. I look away and dial Scooters number. "Hello?" He answers "can I come home?" "What's wrong?" Scooter ask and I sniffle shaking my head looking at Justin as he got dressed. "I just wanna come home" "okay baby, pack your stuff. The jet will be ready in and hour okay?" "Okay" i sniffle. "Bye" I say hanging up.
