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Justin's Point Of View
 
January 16,
 
Back in England
 
As we stepped onto the plane I shook Miranda to wake up, her head was on my shoulder caught in some kind of daze. As she blinked her eyes open she patted her hand into mine. The way her hand fit mine was odd. I pushed away from her and tried to think of memories of Cara, wondering how she'd look now, if her books were ever published.
 
I remembered the time she caught all her hair off to get the "tortured artist kind of look." She ended up crying for weeks, i remembered shaving my head to not make her feel like such a "boy." I had to remind her every second she was beautiful to get her from stop sobbing. I bit the tip of my lip at the memory, I began to chew at each happy thought until my whole lower lip was sucked under my teeth.
 
"Justin!" Miranda would whine at me stepping over every other tile of the airport.
 
I looked around the airport, I almost forgot the feel of the England air. I moved ahead of Miranda, and we walked in silence maneuvering behind people who were so eager to get where they want.
 
"Who are we looking for again?" Miranda yelled at me from a few steps back, she was obviously angry at the fact that it was so early in the morning, and the fact that i wouldn't carry all 20 of her bags.
 
"Cara." I muttered ignoring her groan. I overlooked past a bunch of men lined up holding signs of the rich people's names. I chuckled as i saw a light haired girl chewing on her nails ( a horrible habit she couldn't quit, mine was singing bits of songs when someone mentions a word in a normal conversation) she looked around the airport nervously, she's always had a fear of being next to to much people, that's why she always read. She built a world of imaginary.
 
BIEBER and +1
 
Read her paper, the paper was obviously pulled out from her notebook and was wrinkled from her anxiety waiting for me.
 
I smiled slightly and bit my lip at the +1, I forgot I had brought Miranda, I must have been too dozed off because Miranda was yelling my name.
 
"Justin I'm tired. Why did we have to go to England to get married? Did you book a hotel? I remember last time we have to stay at a pub and there was that naked man incident? Right? He was so hairy and-
 
I quickly dropped my bags and ran towards Cara swooping her up and swinging her around.
 

Cara's Point of View
 
January 16,
 
Still in England
 
I felt hands swoop me up, normally i would scream or bring out my mace but these hands felt reassuring, like they were old friends. Which in fact they were, I mean the very first time I felt those hands I was naked...... Awkward....
 
"Justin put me down I screamed!" I looked at the blushing boy... /man/ he's convince me to say.
 
"My have you grown Mary Jane." He said his best country accent. He dropped me down and kissed my cheek repeatedly like he was copying a dog. "What has it been like 20 years?"
 
"/10/" I corrected trying to hide my growing smile, but i couldn't resist i wrapped my arms around Justin.
 
"I see your hair grew out." Justin teased wrapping his hands around my waist.
 
"Shut up, and i see no luck with the beard." I scratched his non exisistent mustache.
 
"Hey watch your mouth!" Justin tickled me, causing me to try and hold my stiffled laughs.
 
"Wow," I let in a deep breath. "I missed you." I grinned.
 
"I missed you too." He chuckled looking me straight in the eyes.
 
And in that moment i felt like those ten years was just a day. Just a day, there was no goodbye, no tears, no watching him go, no me not being able to say I love you.....
 
"Justin I l-"
 
"Oh you /must/ be Cara." A girl with giant boobs and hair extensions handing me a bag, as Justin quickly let me go and i did the same.
 
"Justin, I'm glad you're finally settling down." I lied saving myself smiling and both his /fiance/ and him looking down at the floor.
 
"Me too." He whispered as he looked down at the floor as well.
 
We both walked silently are hips bunching each other as we carried his fiance's luggage to my ever so small car.
 
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Stacy’s Point Of View
 
- Normal, boring day.
 
“Get out of the way!” A car beeped at me before smashing into a puddle, however only my /white/ shirt took the damage. Just my luck on the /first/ day of junior year.
 
No it’s not my /first/ day at a /new/ school, but for other’s they might think it is, since, no one bother’s to know my existence. My best friend is a tie between my mom or the janitor, Mitch. I’m really living the teenage experience!
 
I lingered through the halls my hand tracing on every locker as I passed, that’s when /he/ came alone.
 
Justin Drew Bieber, only our school’s, MVP, president, heart throb, and player. You see, Justin is dating three girls, at the same time. The captain of the cheerleaders, Alli, the head of the drama department (superstar in the making) Calli, and the school sl.ut, Aria, he likes to take all of them to his make out spot, the restaurant, Blooster, /my/ job.
 
No I was not spying on them!
 
Just to clear /that/ up! Okay, maybe I just saw them, but that’s not fair! When they first saw me they thought I was 14, so it’s not like I was stalking, I work there!
 
Every girl wants Justin Drew Bieber. They will do /anything/ to have him, or /anything/ to break him.
 
-The day they found out.
 
“Are you serious!” The three of them screamed at Justin staring at each other and back at him.
 
I poked through the crowd that was begging to expand.
 
“Ladies I-“ Justin tried to reason spinning a basketball on his index finger, he tried to shrug it off.
 
What seemed like Alli (All I saw was a fluff of blonde hair) pushed Justin’s ball down, the bouncing noise was covered with the chants of the crowd. Alli glared at Justin and squealed with frustration.
 
“Go to helll!” She crowed flipping him off as she stomped down the hall.
 
Calli, who was influenced by Alli, of course wanted to have a bigger more dramatic exit and slapped Justin across the face.
 
“I’m sure you don’t mean that.” Justin turned back to her with a wink, that wink probably overwhelmed her because that was the first time I have ever seen, Calli King, speechless.
 
“I NEVER LOVED YOU!” She screamed chasing after Alli.
 
“Yeah! What they said!” Aria cried at Justin twirling her hair, but hers ended with a twirl of her hair, the call me sign, and walking a way shaking her hips.
 
That’s when the bell rung, and teaches shooed everyone away, I bit my lip and wanted to make sure the girls were okay and snuck away to the bathroom. And trust me, when it comes to sneaking away, I’m a pro.
 
I opened the bathroom door only to see them all just staring at each other, soon their daggers shot at me.
 
“I- I just wanted to say…. I mean I hope you guys are okay… I heard Justin’s a douche.” I managed to mutter out.
 
“I’m sorry do we know you?”
 
“Are you new?”
 
“Guys she’s perfect for our plan!”
 
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Sunni’s Point Of View
 
I caressed Tommy’s cheek as he gurgles his peas into his mouth. I dabbed his bib across his mouth only for his mess to spread across his cheeks.
 
“At least you’re here…” I mumbled biting the top of my lip trying to keep myself from yelling at Tommy, I mean at least he couldn’t talk right?
 
I heard the door slam shut and I felt my spine tingle. I planned out how I was going to yell at Justin, word for word, however, at that final moment I was wordless.
 
“Sunni?” Justin called through the hallways, I watched his tall figure move through, his shadow coming closer and closer.
 
“In here.” I managed to croak out but he probably couldn’t hear it. I looked down at Tommy who was now drooling over our carpet, I quickly pushed down on the floor to pull myself up.
 
I watched Justin walk into the living room his shoes damp from the rain, he was loosening his tie when he scanned the room.
 
“It was tonight?” His eyes widened, I knew he wasn’t sorry, he was just sorry because I’d yell at him.
 
“No Justin, our dinner was today. Meaning you /forgot/. It’s not just /tonight/, it’s /all/ 24 freaking hours of it!” I managed to yell out, I caught my eyes rolling backwards at the thought.
 
“Well are your parents still here? Bob? Cathy?” Justin looked around the room nervously, he bent down and picked up Tommy crawling near him. Tommy was about 5 now but it took trouble for him to walk, probably because me and Justin carried him to much, he was the pride of my life, and right now the /only/ love of my life.
 
“Of course they’re not here anymore! They waited 3 hours for you!” I slapped the palm of my hand to my face. “This was your big chance to prove to them you’re better than an old popstar 12 years ago! Justin this was serious!
 
“I’m sorry Sunni, I-“
 
“Just tell me where you were?” I bit my lip looking at him, it was not right for me to automatically assume that he was cheating on me, I just- Him being an old superstar- You never really know okay?
 
“Well-“
 
“Justin!”
“I was out with Jasmine. Okay, but it’s not like what it seems like- We just went out for dinner.”
 
“Jasmine? Your ex-girlfriend when you were what? /16/ you’re still talking to her? Was her dinner more important than /mine?/”
 
“I’m in trouble aren’t I?” Justin chewed on the bottom of his lip and moved towards me sticking his hand out to touch my cheek but I retaliated.
 
“Of course you’re in trouble! You chose /her/ over me! Your own wife! You’re not 16 anymore Justin! You’re 28 years old! Grow up!” I screamed throwing Tommy’s bib at him.
 
Tommy looked at the both of us and pouted. “Momma?”
 
Justin’s Point Of View
 
I could tell she was angry, she had every right to be. I wanted to just shut up and kiss her but this time… I don’t think it would have solved anything.
 
“I’m trying okay? It’s just hard! It’s hard to just give up everything, I loved what I did Sunni-“ I tried to explain taking another step towards her but she pointed Tommy’s baby bottle at me as if she’d squirt it all over me.
 
“Why? Cause you don’t like being a father? You don’t like giving up your lime light for me? Is that why? Did I ruin your life Mr. Justin Drew freaking Bieber!” She was angry now, I didn’t mean it that, I just wish I could go back… But of course I let her yelling get the best of me-
 
“What about you? You’re always sneaking off! I’m sick of this Sunni! Why can’t you just accept I love you! It’s been 8 years! Dating for 2, married for 1, parents for 5! I’m sick of this!” I screamed I put Tommy back on the ground.
 
He looked up at me tilting his head. “Dadaw?”
 
I pressed my finger against my mouth and gave him a slight smile, I looked up at Sunni who was crying now.
 
“If you’re sick of this-“ She had tears swelling down her cheeks, “Maybe I should just go!” She quickly pushed past me grabbing Tommy with a single scoop and heading out the door.

“Sunni, wait I didn’t mean it like that!” There it was, the loves of my life just torn away from all because of a Jasmine and a stupid dinner. I crumpled my fingers through my hair, it wasn’t my 16 year old hair anymore, it was short and cropped to fit the business life, at that stupid second, a second I should have realized an hour ago, was that I can’t go back in time, I didn’t want to go back in time. I wanted to be with the most beautiful girl in the world, and our beautiful son.
 
I quickly ran out the door, hot tears swelling down my eyes, she couldn’t have ran far but I was scared I lost her, I lost her heart.
 
I splashed through the distilled puddles filling the holes in our road, I caught Sunni’s dark hair swishing back in forth as she stomped down the street, I could hear her crying.
 
Sunni’s Point Of View
 
“Dadaw?” Tommy whispered into my ear as he was slung behind my shoulder. I had my other hand that was not placed on his back against my mouth muffling my sobs.
 
I lost Justin, he wasn’t Justin, I don’t know why I was so angry, it wasn’t the dinner, it wasn’t Jasmine, I was just sick of it. Maybe it was just me and my fantasies but we were no family, Justin came home late and I was off to the daycare by sunrise. If he was done with it, so was I, I wasn’t part of his old life, and I don’t want to be part of it again. I really wished that he would give it up and be with me… and now I realize how selfish I was.
 
The hot tears traced against me numb cheeks as I felt a hand swing me forward. It was Justin his forehead placed next to mine.
 
“I want you forever.” He whispered. I shook my head.
 
“Justin, you don’t need me… You could have a comeback tour- You could have an album with that Jasmine chick, Justin I understand it now,” I looked at him and put my free hand on his chest. “You’re free…”
 
“Cut the crap Sunni! I don’t need that stuff! I want to be with you. I want to be a dad, I don’t need fame anymore heck I don’t even care about Jasmine, the whole time I was showing pictures of us… Of our family.” Justin glared into my eyes and put his hand on my cheek and another on Tommy. “I want this forever and ever, I’m grown up now I swear.” Justin pressed his lips onto mine crashing them into each other, and in that moment everything was fine…
 
“I love you.” We whispered at the same time. We stood there just holding each other,
 
as a family.
 
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Justin’s Point Of View
 
January 5,
 
I bounced on the sols of my feet waiting for Selena to come out of her house, grinning slightly as she bounced out the light hitting her shining hair as she ran towards me. She was my everything, she was all that I had, and my fans love us together… So why do I feel so… different?
 
“Justy?” Selena pressed her lips together looking at me with a cocked eyebrow. “Ever since you got weird with my back up dancer you’ve been staring at me more?”
 
“What? You don’t like my attention.” I chuckled grabbing her by the waist and kissing her cheek with a slight grin.
 
She giggled the exact reaction I hoped for. “I didn’t say that!” She moved my hands off her waist and wrapped hers around my neck. “It’s just that… Should I be jealous?”
 
“No, cause I don’t know what you should be jealous of Selena. You’re my girlfriend I love you!” I traced my thumb on her cheek.
 
“That’s the point! I don’t know what I should be jealous of either! But I read in a magazine that if a guy suddenly has such an attachment to you it’s either he’s going to propose or he’s cheating, and I don’t see a ring!” She glared at me pushing my thumb off her.
 
“Selena Anne Gomez! Are you asking me to marry you?” I grinned dorkily trying whatever it took to get her off topic, but it was true there was nothing to be jealous of! Emily wanted to keep it a secret, it’s not like we are still secretly married! I dated her, we loved, we fought, we broke up...
 
“Justin….” She glared at me, Selena had this way of staring at you until you either laugh or burst out crying in confession. “Okay whatever, plus I don’t want to be jealous, I look ugly in green.” She winked at me as she made her way to my car. “And no I wasn’t asking you to marry me, cause I still want a ring, you’re not getting out of this that fast.” She teased me back slamming the door.
 
She left me standing on the sidewalk grinning like an idiot. Which in fact I was, an idiot for not marrying her right then and there any guy was so lucky to date Selena freaking Gomez, and I was the lucky man, because I am and absolutely, forever and always, in love with
 
Emily.
I mean Selena…
 
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Short I know! But I’m still getting use to writing so have patience! It’ll get better I promise!
 
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Tracy’s Point Of View
August 7,
Sweet tea & the smell of cash
 
I glared through one of his awards looking at my reflection through one of them. Hey, if I was going to sell my soul at least make it good service right?
 
“Careful!” I voice rushed past, pushing me away from the award slowly, his hand was like a stop sign pressed infront of my face daring for me to go further.
 
“Sorry.” I mumbled. backing up slightly, my eyes widening quickly as I saw Justin caressing his award under his armpit. I stared at him for a second wondering if he was still the Justin I knew when I was a kid, or if he was the superstar Justin that I had to bow infront of.
 
“So what? Are we going to talk business or am I going to just sit here and watch you fondle that thing?” I tried to act as swift and straight to point as possible, acting as if there were thousands of guys dialing for my services.
 
“Oh er- right.” Justin straightened out putting his award back on the shelf and plopping down into a chair motioning me over to the chair facing across from him. “I heard that you were,” He cleared his throat trying to find the right word for my “job.”
 
“I’m a paid date basically.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms, rocking on my heels ignoring Justin’s gesture to sit down. “So, how much? When and where?” I brushed a strand of hair out of my face as my eyes widened at the fancy car parked right outside Justin’s living room, I swear I could feel cash signs in my eyes.
 
“Woah slow down there!” Justin raised his hands infront of himself and gesturing me to sit down. “If I am going to buy a paid date, I want to make sure you’re going to do it right. I mean I’m not just some nerdy college loser who can’t get a date.” He snorted at the thought.
 
I moved towards the chair swiftly my gaze not leaving his. “Well, okay you’re just some nerdy college /superstar/ who can’t get a date.” I corrected cocking my eyebrow, pulling out a compact and pretending to be uninterested in his ill humor.
 
“Okay listen, I just want to know that if I pay you, you’re going to do things right, I could pick any girl out in the world who’d be /dying/ to have me as their date but I picked you. This should be an /honor./” Justin snarled at me leaning back in his chair.
 
“Yay! I get to date Justin Bieber! Big whoop!” I made sure my sarcasm was spread across my face as I waved my finger around in a circle.
 
“Wow, /Trace/ once you sell yourself to the devil you really become one.” Justin shot at me causing my fake arrogance to vanish.
 
“Now listen, since me and Selena called it quits. I just need you to act like we’re a happy couple, holding hands, laughing once we step out of this room. Once the cameras are gone, you can go to your next sweaty loser who needs you but right now,” Justin leaned forward his hand snapped infront of my face, his voice at a low whisper. “/I/ need you.”
 
My mouth snapped shut right when he called me Trace. My memory snapped back to a 5 year old Justin gluing my hair to Ryan’s homework just so Ryan had a reason to talk to me, Justin’s brown eyes widened with innocence, something that I missed so dearly.
 
I bit my lip, as if I was going to say no to a millionaire, he pays big.. I bit my lip even harder trying to convince myself that that was the only reason why I was going to say yes.
 
“Fine, I’ll do it.” I waved my hand in defeat. “We met at one of your concerts, I’m a /huge/ fan of yours. That’ll give your fans a reason to love you more because they actually think that you /would/ date fan.” I grinned slightly as Justin’s eyes widened at my genius idea, he moved closer sitting at the edge of his chair trying to grasp in our whole “love” story.
 
“I’m from a small town let’s say, Kansas,” I tried my best Texas accent and continued. “And I left home in search of love and now,” I bit my lip and stared at Justin, my bossy voice weakened. “I found it.” My voice was barely loud enough to be a whisper.
 
“Perfect!” Justin popped up from his chair peering outside his window, my gaze quickly jerking back to reality. “Well, the paparazzi is waiting.” He smiled extending his arm for my too hook on to. “Let’s hope your really all that as everyone says you are.” He bit his lip looking at me slightly a shade of pink creeping through his cheeks.
 
“Now let’s talk about the big picture,” I quickly interrupted the fantasy. “Money.”
 
I tried to keep my head out of the clouds, Justin was a guy with money, and I’m his paid date.
 
It’s /just/ business.
 
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Going to be kind of like Life as We Know It but more dramatic and more twists (;
 
Justin’s Point Of View
Before The Crash
October 30, 2010
 
I brushed my pants off slightly trying to rub the excess dirt off. I tried to balance the small pink laced present under my arm as I put my motorcycle helmet on the other. I grinned slightly as I heard David’s voice from inside, yelling over the blasting of nursery rhymes pounding through their radio.
 
I moved up the steps kicking aside the small kids toys in front of the their welcome mat and pulling them to the side of the door. I paused for a second hoping that Kristen wouldn’t be there already but as the door swung open, right on time as usual.
 
“Hel- Oh it’s you.” Kristen’s over excited face quickly dropped down as she took one glance at me and moved out of the doorway so I could come in.
 
“A pleasure to see you too.” I pretended to bow as I threw the present at her and kicked my shoes off. “Now where’s the birthday girl!” I grinned widely searching around the house.
 
“She’s in the kitchen with Molly.” Kristen rolled her eyes throwing the present back at me and stomping out of the living room. “And she’s turning 3 moron.” She turned back flipping her hair slightly in the process. Kristen, we haven’t got along ever since Molly and David tried to set us up together, I didn’t go right. Let’s just say that wearing a leather jacket to a vegan restaurant wasn't the smartest idea…
 
I quickly caught the present and looked down at it noticing my card had a big old “Happy First Birthday Gaby!” written all over it. I shrugged, it’s not like she could read anyways.
 
“Hey Justin!” David let out a sigh of relief at the sight of me. “I was afraid you’d be like,” He paused and glanced at his watch for reassurance. “2 hours late, but instead you’re just 1! Good improvement buddy!” David congratulated me sarcastically, letting out one of his loud laughs as he handed me a beer.
 
“Hi Justin.” Molly grinned as she moved a gurgling Gaby to the others side of her shoulder. “Wow, and only an hour late.” She gaped at me, letting out on of her purr/laughs. At that moment, I just watched the family, it was like looking straight into a Hallmark card, a good sarcastic dad, a beautiful mom, and a healthy adorable baby, I glanced over at Kristen who had the same look on her face, she moved her head slightly catching a glimpse at my gaze and blushed sheepishly.
 
“Justy!” Gaby grinned moving from her mom and tugged on my pants.
 
“So, let’s get this party started!” I laughed picking Gaby up and putting a party hat on.
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Kristen’s Point Of View
After the Crash
October 5, 2011
 
I tried to remember the day I owed Molly my life, it had to be around the 2nd grade. I was of course, those girls who read during recess however, unlike them I didn’t like to read, I just needed an excuse to be an outsider. It was a week after my mother died and I was finally back from school, I remember getting pushed against the wall and called a loser by some girl in my class. Molly, she was pretty, she /is/ pretty so she had nothing to worry about, yet she grabbed that girl and stuffed crayons down her training bra and forced her to apologize. We’ve been friends ever since, and back then I thought nothing could tear us apart, but then I realized, one drunk driver could.
 
“She’s- She’s dead!” I cried burying my head into Justin’s shoulder the first, and the last time I’d ever do that. I felt Justin move uncomfortably slightly away from me and ran his hands through his hair angrily.
 
“No, no, no, they can’t be dead.” Justin whispered to himself shaking his head repeatedly. “I refuse to believe that they’re dead.” He kept chanting to himself burying his head in his hands.
 
“Justin…” I whispered putting my arm around him, I felt my tears slide down and hit his shoulders. “Gaby.. Gaby!” I screamed getting up from the police bench. “Where is their daughter!” I started to scream at a cop who passing by, quickly, the police who told us the news came rushing towards us.
 
“Ma’am relax, the daughter was at home.” He bit his lip and sighed. “However, she does need a home, and it says here,” The guy paused shuffling through some papers in his hands. “That you’re here god parents.”
 
Justin was the first to react standing up and quickly looking at me shaking his head in a frantic way. I knew I owed her, but I couldn’t even think of- I couldn’t even dare-
 
“You mean, we’re her parents now?” We both screamed at the same time in disbelief.

It's going to be a little like Sweet home Alabama but just the divorce part, trust me it gets better (:
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London’s Point Of View
Before I Left
 
“So I guess this it, you’re not staying.” Justin bit his lip watching me stand on the back of my truck and pile up my suitcases.
 
“You didn’t ask me to stay.” I cocked an eyebrow hopping of the truck and glaring at him, my hand placed on my extended hip.
 
“I figured that-“ He licked his lips before he tried to explain some stupid story that I’d probably be stupid enough to fall for, but not this time, I was leaving for sure.
 
“See this is why I’m leaving Justin, all you do is figure! Why don’t you think for a second? What’d you expect that I’d keep the baby and just live in this dump forever!” I screamed at him kicking up some dirt causing a cloud to evaporate in front of us.
 
“I don’t see why not.” He grabbed my arm tightly as I tried to pull away. “Why do you think that leaving here is going to make you better? Suddenly, no one is good enough for London! You think that just touching city soil you’re going to be so much better then the people around you!” He gritted his teeth and forced me to look at him, his jaw clenched shut. “I thought you loved me.” He said roughly just slurring out his words like a raging bull.
 
I quickly pushed him off closing my eyes slightly as he leaned into me. “I thought I did too.” I spat out pushing him farther and moving towards my truck. I heard Justin follow me to the front but I quickly slammed the door
 
“You can’t just run away!” Justin leaned through the window reaching for my shoulder.
 
I quickly moved past his hand. “Watch me.” I rolled my eyes starting the car. “Like my mom always warned me, I deserve better.” I spat out shaking my head, and before Justin knew it, and before I knew it I was gone.
 
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5 years later
 
“Oh my gosh! That’s like the size of my thumb!” Darren squealed with me pulling my ring in front of his face, studying that.
 
“I know!” I giggled shrugging my shoulders in delight.
 
“I need the deets!” Darren chuckled biting his thumb in joy.
 
“So he took me out to that restaurant, you know the one where we first met? And by desert, I noticed a giant shining ring dangling infront of my face! Ugh, isn’t Marcus such a dream!” I rolled my eyes in amazement fanning myself.
 
“Oh my gosh! You know, if Marcus was gay,” Darren snapped his fingers and licked his lips giving me a wink. “So what’s the problem?” Darren whispered leaning towards me covering his mouth as if everyone wanted to hear about my plans.
 
“Well, back when I was 18 I sort of..” I took a deep breath closing my eyes, dreading to bring back the memory. “Already got married.” I bit my lip covering my face to no one in particular hiding my shame.
 
Marcus gave me a wide eyed stare, the stare you give when you smelt something bad and you know who it came from. “Does Thomas know?” He let a small chuckle at the thought of a secret.
 
“No, but I’m going back home to get Justin to sign the papers. But Thomas just think that I’m going home to tell my parents.” I sighed taking a sip of my drink jiggling slightly to balance out the ice and the soda.
 
Marcus started to clap, shaking his head. “Wow London, you always find a way to impress me.” He smiled giving me a wink and pretending to zip his lips.
 
“When did my life get so screwed up?” I groaned banging my head against the table and covering myself with my arms.
 

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Justin’s Point Of View
 

I felt the sun hitting my feet that were dangling from under my truck, my back was sticky from the sweat as I leaned against the board and rolled myself from under the car.
 
“Well your engines pretty much dead but I could fix it up.” I informed one girl as I wiped my hands against a red cloth my hands but with no luck, I just spread the oil around.
 
“So I guess I have to visit you pretty often to you know, /check/ up.” Tammy giggled twirling her hair leaning against the roof of her car.
 
I paused for a second unaware of what she was saying but then I got the hint, cocking an eyebrow. “I guess so, so if I’d be seeing a lot of you, so why don’t we take this settlement to dinner?” I licked my lips moving towards her, my right hand shoved into my pockets.
Her lips were moving but her voice was cut off by the sound of screeching wheels storming into my gravel and dust driveway. My eyes moved past hers and towards a black fancy car, one that I sure as hell never seen in this fancy town. I studied the car carefully trying to think of any person in this town that would be lucky enough to stop the trend of banged up mustangs and beat up pick up trucks.
 
The door clanged open as a small girl poked her head out, her heels duck into the rocks as her hips were extended outward and papers were flying out of her hand.
 
“My oh my, never thought I’d see the day were London Presingly set foot on /my/ driveway.” I whistled, studying the well dressed and cleaned up London.
 
“Give me a freaking divorce!” London growled at me shaking her hand that was holding the papers.
 
I let out another whistle that sounded more of a coyote howling. “Man, I sure do remember your commanding and controlling attitude. You sure do get straight to the point.” I was irritating her, I could tell.
 
“Hurry up! Just sign the papers so I could get the helll out of here!” She screamed stomping her heel into the ground causing her to get more stuck then she already was. She pulled her excessively giant sunglasses to the top of her head and looked around in a disapprovingly way. “Figures you’d never grow up and move out of this town.”
 
I gritted my teeth and spat down just barely missing her shoes. “Just because /you/ left doesn’t mean we all have to.” I rolled my eyes at her vain attitude. “So what? You married now, 10 kids, some kind of trophy wife, living the “high” life.” I leaned against the car I was fixing, studying London from her fresh looking appearance to her “designer” heels; she was definetly not a country girl anymore.
 
“Actually, engaged and I’m a designer thank you very much.” She smirked at me tilting her head giving me an overly fake smile, she lifted up her ring that was attacking her finger and practically blinded me. “He’s a lawyer.” She rolled her eyes as if it was no big deal flicking up her hair in the process.
 
“Well, aint that special? London Presingly, the never-getting-tied down queen, is finally getting married.” I sarcastically congratulated her.
 
“Admit it, you’re jealous.” She spat out at me, shaking her head obnoxiously. “Now sign the papers and I’ll be out of here.”
 
“Eh, I guess I could sign them, I’ll have read the papers over when I get back home.” I shrugged moving down the steps and snatching the papers out of her hand and scanning them down.
 
“So what? Where are you going? You’re just leaving me here!” She pushed me aside, moved up to my porch, and kicked some leaves of it.
 
“Didn’t seem so bad when you did it to me? Plus, I got a hot date.” I grinned pointing to Tammy behind me. “A couple of hours couldn’t kill you, unfortunately.”

Callie’s Point Of View
8:17 PM
 
“This always happens! I date a guy for a couple of days then I always back out!” I groaned to myself plopping down onto a beanie bag taking a sip of hot chocolate and wigging my toes into some fuzzy socks. As soon as I started to get comfortable, the door swung open.
 
“Honey I’m home!” Justin’s loud voice rung through the apartment as he threw his phone onto the table, plopping down on the beanie bag next to mine, and tapping me with his toes. “So how’d it go with.. Jake?” Justin pretended to stroke his imaginary beard as he guessed which guy I broke up with this time.
 
“It’s /Lucas/ and it’s over.” I rolled my eyes pushing his feet of my chair smiling slightly. “I’m going to die alone.” I craned my neck buy sighing kicking my feet up as well.
 
“No honey, you can happily live in the guest room in my mansion with my lovely wife and wonderful kids!” Justin teased getting up to go through the kitchen and practically eat out the pantry.
 
“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes sarcastically and leaned back up. “Aw, Justin! I /just/ went to the groceries and you know how that one bag guy who always happens to ring my groceries up scares me!” I whined getting up to limit Justin’s food.
 
“I’m a growing boy!” He pouted taking out three different bags of chips and a can of soda dangling in his mouth.
 
“Fine then you go grocery shopping! Plus you still have to pick up your share with the rent!” I chuckled grabbing two bags away from him and pushing it back into the pantry. “Besides don’t you have that dinner with Jasmine?” I shrugged looking at the calendar on the fridge.
 
“Oh rif- abouf daf-“ Justin tried to say before dropping the chips on the coffee table along with the soda. “Me and Jasmine.” He shook his head scrunching up his nose and pretended to cut his throat with his finger. “It’s over.”
 
My mouth pretended to drop. “But she was your longest, a whole 4 months!” I fanned myself in disbelief.
 
“I guess relationships aren’t me thing either.” He chuckled turning on the television and leaning back.
 
“I know! With all the “I love you’s” and the awkwardness.” I let out a repulsed face plopping next to Justin.
 
“And then, “You’re ten minutes late” “that’s my twin sister not me” and the crying and the months of waiting for her to sleep with you!” Justin groaned as if that was the most drastic thing in the world.
 
“Only if we could have all that relationship junk but just as easily get out of it.” I chuckled at the stupid idea but Justin quickly turned to me with a smirk almost as if the plan was genius.
 
“Why don’t we?” He cocked an eyebrow giving me a giant smirk.
 
“What are you suggesting?” I bit my lip slightly.
 
--
Justin’s Point Of View
10:17 PM
 
“Oh that’s what you were suggesting.” Callie breathed heavily turning towards me with a giant grin.
 
“You’re pretty good.” I chuckled my breath tickling down her bare back as I wrapped my arm around her waist. I moved slightly as she turned to look at my putting her hand on my cheek and rolling her eyes.
 
“So what we do this whenever we want?” Her eyes widened as a slow smile spread across her face.
 
“Whenever we want when we want it.” I smiled back at her tucking her head under my chin.
 
“Well there has got to be some ground rules.” Callie pushed away slightly her hand pushing my chest back slightly yet she just left it there.
 
“Ground rules?” I cocked an eyebrow pulling her back towards me with smirk teasing her.
 
“Yeah like, when one gets boy/girlfriend it’s /over./” Callie waved a finger in my face seriously.
 
“Okay, and we don’t mention it, we don’t bring it up!” I added mocking her by waving my finger in her face.
 
“And NO. strings. Attached!” We both chanted at the same time staring at each other in silence.
 
“...So you want to do it again.”
 
She was my best friend what could go wrong?

Justin’s Point Of View
 
-September 3
 
I shifted slightly away from her and glared at her and brushed her hand off my shoulder.
 
“I don’t want to just /touch/ you like that.” I spat out disgusted on how she’d think I would even want to do that to her.
 
“So how do you want to touch me, kiss me, whatever /Justin/ I don’t care anymore, I don’t have a choice to care.” She rolled her eyes and began to unbutton parts of her shirt sighing slightly in the process.
 
“Stop that!” I quickly pushed her hands away from her shirt groaning slightly. “I don’t want to do anything to you but change you! What don’t you get by that?” I frowned staring at the black dark road that had no sign of car lights passing by.
 
“I don’t get why you’re trying to change me when I’m just going to be like this.” Hayley frowned fixing her top slightly and running her fingers through her hair and pushing it to the other side of her part.
 
“And what /are/ you exactly!” I frowned my voice raising slightly on how stubborn she was being. She needed help, she /wanted/ help but when it was right infront of her she refused to take it.
 
“I’m just a slutt!” She screamed her voice overlapping mine as she unlocked her car door and glared at me. Silence filled the car as I tried to think of something to say but it was just dead silent. “That’s what I thought.” She mumbled opening the car door.
 
“Where are you going?” I cried after her starting the car again.
 
“Home, maybe I’ll find a nice biker gang they’ll be sure to take this in.” She rolled her eyes pushing up her boobs slightly and slamming the door.
 
“Wait Hayley!” I called after her driving slowly to keep up with her pace calling after her through my window that was down. “Come inside it’s freezing!” I frowned.
 
“You barely know me! Go away!” She screamed covering her arms from the cold, letting out a breath of fog come out of her mouth.
 
“Yeah but I’d like to know you.” I frowned slightly. “Get in the car.” I rolled my eyes leaning outside my window, sticking out my arm.
 
“No! I’m going to /walk/ home! Now leave me alone!” She screamed moving away from my car and away from my arm pushing her hair to one side.
 
I paused sighing thinking about a way to get her inside. “Your heels will get messed up!” I tried with her but oddly enough, she stopped and moved back to my car.
 
“Fine, only because my heels will get messed up.” She pursed her lips stubbornly and slammed the door. “But don’t talk to me!” She pulled a hand infront of her face so she wouldn’t look at me and I couldn’t look at her.
 
“Well alright, that’s fine with me.” I smirked glancing at her from the side. She was pretty if you got past the pounds of makeup, skimpy clothes, and the fact that she treated herself liked this.. in fact, she was beautiful.
 
--
 
Hayley’s Point Of View
 
September 4,
 
The car was dead silent beside the spurs of Justin’s old truck. It had to be about 1:00 AM as Justin neared my house, I quickly put my hand on Justin’s arm causing him to stop.
 
“Just drop me off here.” I warned my eyes widening at the thought of him seeing my house. I didn’t care what he thought of me, but I did care what he thought of my family.
 
“No, it’s not safe.” Justin looked out his window and shook his head driving a little more.
 
“Please, I live around here I promise.. I just-“ I tried to explain but no words could make out the fact that my dad’s an alcoholic and my brother’s messed up. They both have good intentions… they’re just a little shook up at the fact that my mom’s gone.
 
“Bu-“
 
“Justin! Please!” I screamed clutching onto his arm harder. He looked at me with his widened brown eyes that would be found attractive if he weren’t so persistent to change me. I didn’t need changing, I was fine, I got attention this way.
 
Justin shut off the engine and unlocked the doors and stared at me for a second figuring out a way to change the topic. “See you tomorrow!” He smirked a crooked smirk just glaring at me ready to laugh at my reaction.
 
“For what?” I frowned grabbing my jacket from the back seat and cocked an eyebrow at him.
 
“For your first day of training.” He grinned and before I could say more he quickly answered for me. “Your training to become a new Hayley, a better Hayley.” He looked down at his feet and then back at me.
 
“I don’t need changing!” I screamed opening the door and hopping out of the car. As I slammed it shut I looked out the open window and gazed at Justin, like really gazed at him, not intoxicated and not shouting at him.. just finally looking at him. “And Justin, thanks.” I mumbled softly just so he didn’t get the satisfaction that he did something right.
 
“For what?” He pouted slightly running his fingers through his hair sad that the first time I did say thank you was him doing something unintentionally.
 
“Thank you for the ride, for taking me home, for stopping me from getting arrested, and,” I looked at him smiling slightly the ends of my lips curling. “Thanks for being the first guy not to use me,” I took a big gulp and continued. “And not to touch me.” I turned back and began to walk home contemplating on what exactly happened today.
 
“Hayley!” Justin called after me driving up slightly. “You deserve better, and you’re going to get better.” Justin whispered before driving off.
 
I must have just stood there for a while his words echoing in my head, because before I knew it his headlights were gone and the streetlights began to flicker.
 
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