2 August 2012
Very short, but VERY dramatic. I just couldn't wait to get it out to you!!! :)
*Justin's POV* I woke up to heat. A lot of heat. I was too hot. The soft golden covers clung to my dripping body, hot sweat running down my bare muscular shoulders and back. I groaned and pushed the covers down to my hips, letting the fresh air of the open balcony doors wash over me like cold water. I sighed, thinking "That's better". I glanced over beside me, expecting to see Drew having kicked back the covers, her little body spread out across the bed, red hair splayed out in gentle, sleepy waves. Instead I saw an empty bed. Where had she gone? As my senses awoke, exposing me to the smell of a cooked breakfast, the sight of the blinding sun shining on the balcony, and the sound of the shower running. Aha. I ran my hands through my hair, breathing deeply. Yesterday had been eventful. I'd been ignored, paid too much attention to in the result of being slapped, reprimanded (multiple times by my Mother), teased, kissed, touched, babysat, and uh, other night-time activities you do not need the details of. I'm so polite, I know ;). "Hey" Drew sang, walking cheerily out of the steamy bathroom - in only a towel. Normally, that would be difficult for me to handle, but now... I knew her better. She was my best friend, and even though she was the prettiest, sexiest, most amazing girl I've ever seen in my life, it was getting easier not to stare. "Hi" I grumbled, the heat getting to me and making me grouchy. "You sound rough, you ok?" she asked, her rich Southern accent sounding cheerful and joyful. It usually made me happy to hear her so happy, but right now, I felt like I was in an oven on maximum heat. Like I was being slowly cooked. "Nah I'm boiling" I grumbled, rubbing my eyes as I slouched in the bed. "I know right, it's sooo hot outside" she held the towel to her chest, making sure it stayed up on her small frame, her towel-dried hair brought to one side, all messy and cute. I probably looked nowhere near as attractive as she did right now. She went back in the bathroom to get dressed as I spread myself out across the king size bed, covered by a cooler sheet. "Drew" I called drearily, "Come 'ere". She clearly heard me, as she walked out of the bathroom, now in a pair of faded denim blue hot pants, the pockets showing down by her thighs, one red and white striped, the other blue and white starred, theming the colours of the American flag. Her torso was clad with a loose faded grey tee, in a sort of see-through fabric. "Come here" I said again, motioning her with my hand. She crawled across the bed, placing her hands either side of my head, collapsing her body beside my right hip. I sat up again, leaning in and kissing her over and over. Her lips were cool and moist from the icy shower, mine dry and cracked from the heat. I pulled back briefly as her hands gripped onto my sweaty shoulders. "I'm sorry, I can do better, it's just my lips are really dry" I chuckled, thinking the kiss was no good. Drew giggled and shook her head "No, it's ok. I like it" she smiled, before kissing me again. I got more into it this time, but then became self-conscious again. "Am I really sweaty?". "Yeah" she laughed lightly. "Oh, sorry". "It's sexy". "You think?". "Uhuh". "I should sweat more often" I stated, highly amused by her words. "Yeah you should" she nodded, laughing gently before she stopped to kiss me. Our lips continued to brush, all my worries having been dismissed by the beautiful girl kissing my lips. I ran my tongue along her lower lip, and she immediately granted me entrance to her mouth, not wanting wait any longer than I did. I explored her mouth slowly and seductively, before moving my lips to her neck and jaw. I held her by the hips and pulled her to straddle my lap, kissing from the tip of her chin down to her chest. "What are you doing?" she laughed nervously. "I am going to kiss" I began, kissing her in between every word "every inch of your body" I mumbled into the skin of her collarbone. Suddenly, a gasp could be heard from the door "What on earth are you two doing?". Ah crud. I spun my head to the right, seeing my Mother standing in the doorway. "Did you two sleep together?" she placed a hand over her chest. "Well, yeah Mom, but we were safe" I shrugged, feeling the strange need to hide Drew's body from my Mother, as if she was naked or something. "Justin Drew Bieber!" she gasped my full name, "I meant slept in the same bed! Not... You know!". Oh. Aha. Right. Awkward. "Mom, I'm eighteen". "Yes but she's sixteen Justin! She's too young for you!". "You knew about that?". Oh. "JUSTIN?!!?" she exclaimed, realising I was getting off the point. "She's not too young for me Mom". I love how Drew just sat in my lap, looking back and forth between the two of us, completely stumped on what to say. "I don't want you... Doing that to her". "Mom you make it sound like I'm drugging her or something". "Justin, this isn't funny. No more. I'd say different if you were dating, but you can't just treat her like a... Like a play-thing". That really hurt. I'd done that before. Played with her heart to get what I wanted, when I wanted. I stood up, leaving Drew on the bed totally confused. "She is not a play thing". "Then what is she to you, Justin? A girlfriend? No? Best friend? You sure act like a lot more. You're either dating, or you're not. Sort it out" she said firmly, before storming off down the stairs. I ran my hands through my hair, tipping my head back in utter frustration. I slowly turned to Drew, who sat on the bed cross-legged, her mouth hanging open. "Justin... What just happened?" she breathed. I didn't want to say it, but it was true. I couldn't deny it. "We're so screwed".
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