Texas Girl (Pt 17)

It's here!!! :D took a while but it was an odd one to write :S for what reason I don't know it was just odd. :) x

I stopped in my tracks. What did he say? Did I hear that right? Huh? Go with him? To New York? No. There was no way. How could I do that? Just get up and leave Texas. Leave Mamaw. Poppa. India. I couldn't leave India. No way. No chance.
"Go with me Drew. I don't want to leave you. I don't want to be without you" Justin continued to persuade me, stepping closer and taking my hands in his. His eyes begged, pleaded and craved for me to say yes. But I just couldn't. My mouth wouldn't allow me to put the three letters together and make a word. "You've gotta be kidding me Justin. I can't leave India here with my grandparents. That's just insane" I stuttered, able to babble the words out clear enough for him to understand. "Why would you leave her? She can come with us" he grinned, playing with my fingers.
God he was very convincing. If India could come, that made things a lot easier. Frank would look after Dallas for me and work my stable shift. School was out for Christmas break.
Ugh. No. No. No. I can't go to New York. "Justin, no. I can't go to New York, I'm a Texas Girl" I pulled my hands out of his and held them up, shaking my head. "Oh come on. It'll be fun!".
"Justin, the extent of my knowledge on New York is hot dogs and the statue of liberty".
He sighed, eyes soft and begging. It was that look again. The one that said "I'm super cute so you have to do this because you're in love with me". Literally, he must have invented manipulation. And the super cute gaze. He tilted his forehead against mine, and kissed me gently a couple of times.
I battled with my head and my heart.
Head: Don't do it. You know he's giving you that look and kissing you only to manipulate you. He doesn't actually love you.
Me: ugh. You're right. I can't go. It's wrong.
Heart: you love him, don't you? Go and make him love you back! He won't be able to resist you in New York!
Me: ooh. Good point. I'll go.
Head: No! You're giving him exactly what he wants!
Heart: Love is about doing things for one another. You should give him what he wants. It's right.
I shut their bickering selves out of my mind. Head did have a point. It was obvious he was manipulating me. But my heart told me I didn't care. He wanted me there, and wanted me enough to have to manipulate me. Awwww.
Ugh! Demon child! Stop it! Stop feeling completely and utterly in love with him. His eyes were soft and loving, hands on my waist, thumbs smoothing over my shirt. He nuzzled my lips with his, and I couldn't fight it off anymore.
He's perfect. "Ok. I'll go with you". Immediately after I said that, he smiled and let go of me, pulling back. See? Manipulation. Only to get what he wanted. "Cool. Let's get packing" he beamed, beginning to walk back to the house.
I should hate him right now. He lied to me, tried to apologise, kissed me and touched me to get what he wanted, pretended to love me, and you know what? It was so, so wrong, but I loved every second of it.

Poppa was thrilled. And I quote "You're going from Apple Springs to The big apple!". Haha. I love my Pops. He's always so adventurous and understanding. Regardless of the fact he's like seventy.
Mamaw was teary. She was happy for me to be going somewhere new but was also sad because she was going to miss her "Little girls".
India was kinda clueless, but understood the fact Justin was going somewhere with us, so, naturally, she was thrilled.
I pulled my black leather suitcase from the wardrobe and threw it down on my bed. We were leaving in two days. Time to start packing.
"Justin" I called out his name. He stood beside the window bench, staring out onto the back yard. "Hmm?" he realised I had called him and turned to me as I shoved clothes messily into my suitcase. "Can I get some help here?" I smiled at the sight of his face. He grinned and came over and assisted me in packing.
"I'll pack your underwear" he winked playfully, walking over to my dresser. "Oh no you won't!" I giggled, running after him and stepping between him and my drawers. He gave me a sexy smirk, taking my hands and smoothing his thumbs over them. I blushed and bit back a giggle. The things this kid does to me.
Once we had finished packing, (Justin having gone nowhere near my underwear - phew) Justin zipped up the case and set it down on the floor. I watched his biceps tense as he lifted the heavy case. Hot. He placed it down and caught me staring. An amused smirk crossed his face, and I punched him in the shoulder. "What?" he chuckled innocently.
"I don't know".
"You were staring at my arms".
"No I wasn't".
"You were. Do you find them attractive?" another annoyingly sexy smirk from Justin.
"No...." Denial. All lies.
"You find them sexy?". Ok, he was enjoying this way too much. "No, I don't". Wow I suck at lying. Before either of us could say anything else, Justin swept me up into his arms, wrapping them around my waist and pulling his back to my chest, spinning me round and round the room as I squealed and giggled for him to stop. "Say my arms are sexy!" he laughed, tensing them around me. "Nah" was all I could giggle out. "Alright then. You asked for it" he threw me down on the bed and started to tickle me. My laughter died. He have me a confused look. "I'm not ticklish". His face dropped. "Well. This is awkward" he began to grin. His words made me laugh out loud, and smile up at his perfect face.
And completely, utterly randomly out of the blue, a serious expression on his face, he asked "Do you maybe wanna stay at my house? Just for the two days until we leave". My heart jumped. Literally, I thought it was going to explode with sheer happiness. Keep it together. Breathe. Be cool. I couldn't help but grin at him "Yeah. Yeah I would".

NEW YORK!!!!!!!!!!!