love at any age (part 2)

love at any age (part 2)

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Justin Bieber
but as soon as I shut my eyes. my phone vibrated. it was a message. I opened it to see who it was and it was justin. "hey ella, before you go to sleep can I ask you something?" he wrote. "sure" I replied. "will you be mine." I stopped for a minute and smiled. so I answered "as in boyfriend and girlfriend?" he wrote, "yes..is that okay" and I answered back with "ofcourse I would love to be your girlfriend. but are you still sure you want to date a 13 year old?" "I'm positive. as I said love can be at any age, goodnight..my beautiful gorgeous girlfriend." he replied. I thought I was dreaming. my heart skipped a beat, I froze. I pinched myself again. but it wasn't a dream. the next morning I went to school and was walking down the hallway. justin came and pushed me against the lockers starting to kiss me and hug me. it was a great thing to make my morning. i get shivers knowing the fact I have my own boyfriend who no one else can have. it makes me feel special knowing the fact it was m
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I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

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