5 August 2012
AKA THE BEST PART EVER!!! :DDD XXX
*Drew's POV* A date. A "date". A DATE. Oh my god. I'm not ready for this. What was I thinking?!?! I was on a high from doing so well in that stupid race and I just blurted it out. Stupid, stupid! I can't handle this. He's all... perfect, and I'm all..... average. I'm not right for someone like him. He should be going out on a date with Beyonce or Shakira. Or someone more age appropriate. Then again, I'm not exactly age appropriate material. I stood in front of the full length mirror in my underwear, having absolutely no idea what to put on. Where was he taking me? What if we turned up at some really fancy lot and I was in a t-shirt and jeans? Awkward. What if it was a really casual place and I turned up in a fancy dress? Still awkward. I couldn't wear a fancy dress anyway. I look terrible in fancy dresses. I'm short and they make me look like even more of a midget than I already am. "Hey gorgeous" I jumped out of my skin as I heard Justin's voice. He stood casually against the doorframe in a white v-neck tee and jeans, his favourite charcoal coloured Supras to match. I awkwardly stood half-naked in front of him, blushing bright red. "Don't be shy. One: you're beautiful, and two: it's not as if I haven't seen you in less" he chuckled, entering the room and standing in front of me. He took my hands reassuringly in his, and I tried to distract myself from my current half-naked state. "I don't know what to wear" I mumbled as he rubbed his thumbs over the smooth backs of my hands. "You look beautiful in anything babe" he smiled gently, stepping forward to kiss my neck a few times. "Well, regardless of that untrue fact, that's not the problem. I don't know where we're going, so how do I know to dress appropriately" I giggled, stepping teasingly back from him. His lips were reluctantly removed from my neck, our bodies no longer close. "I'm not telling you where I'm taking you" he shook his head, before closing the distance between us, once again, laying his lips down on my neck. "Well at least tell me how I should dress" I sighed, giving up on our little game and letting my hands and arms wind their way around his neck, his hands on my waist, travelling roughly to my hips. "Casual but... smart... sexy yet sweet... modern but... timeless..." the words leaving his lips sounded like poetry, and I had to focus intently on my breathing as his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of my neck. "Justin?" I breathed. "Mhmm" he mumbled, running his lips up to my ear to barely speak. "How in the heck do I do that?" I giggled, purposefully ruining the moment. I could hear him smiling as he let out an amused sort of breath. "Just be you. You're all of those things". I sighed. Even though he's totally adorable and the most romantic, sexy and caring guy I have ever met, he was making this difficult. "And you're no help at all" I half-heartedly giggled, pushing him gently away as I went to rummage through the wardrobe. I found a pair of cream coloured, high-waisted crochet shorts, a plain black strapped tee, and a denim blue shirt that I was sure was Justin's, and put them on in front of him, messily rolling up the sleeves of the shirt and slipping on a pair of plain black dolly shoes. I gave him a little sort of "ta-dah" gesture, and stood waiting for his approval. He gave no expression or approval, before coming right up to me and taking my hands. A sudden grin broke out across his face "Perfect" he stated, before pecking my lips. "Except...". Except? Except what? What else could I possibly add to this outfit? Out of his jeans pocket, he produced a long, thin gold chain, a small, golden feather on the end, with about ten tiny diamonds studded in. My breath hitched in my throat. "It was my Grandmother's. My Grandfather gave it to her when he proposed, since he couldn't afford a ring back then" his face had a gentle, sweet smile about it, his eyes serious yet loving. "You're not proposing are you?" I tried to laugh, but it came out as a shaky, breathy chuckle. Justin grinned at my words, amusedly shaking his head "Not yet". Awww. Blush. I couldn't take this. I shouldn't. I didn't deserve this. "Justin I can't. I'm sorry I just can't" I began to stutter, but he ignored me. "It's pure gold, and the diamonds are real too. It's been in my family for... god knows how long. I want you to have it. No, no I need you to have it" he let me take it out of his hands and hold it up in front of my eyes to get a better look. It truly was beautiful. The feather ornately crafted, each small wave and quiff shown in tiny detailed lines of the gold. The diamonds sparkled in the light, catching me right in the eye. "Justin, you can't give this to me-" I began, handing him back the precious pendant, but Justin immediately cut in, stepping tight to my body "Yes, I can, because I need you to know how special you are to me. You're so, unbelievably special Drew, I can't even find words to explain how much you mean to me. You're perfect, and you have to take this from me". I have to admit, his argument was pretty convincing. It was beautiful, and he was truly making me believe I meant a lot to him. Still, I wasn't as amazing as he made me out to be. "Justin... It's too nice. I can't have it. I'm not... I'm not your girlfriend... I'm just a friend" I mumbled, staring down at the floor to hide the disappointment on my face as I admitted the words aloud. "Who cares if you're my girlfriend or not? I love you, Drew. I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you. You're perfect... You're perfect for me". Whoops. I don't think he meant to say that part. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to make a cover up for what he just said. He didn't have one, but the awkward expression on his face told me he wasn't meant to say it. To ease the tension that was clearly between us now, I decided to give in and let him win. "Will you put it on for me?" I mumbled, trying to bite back my smile. I didn't have to, as Justin broke out into a shameless grin "Yeah. I will". He was clearly pleased with himself. "Turn around for me" he said in a low, husky voice, making my heart skip a beat. It restarted quick enough for me to turn and face the mirror on the closed wardrobe door. I felt the heat of his body radiating through my back and down my entire body. I had the sudden longing for his hands to be on me, exploring me, and holding me close to his bare skin as he gently caressed my neck with his warm lips. The sound of his voice and the feel of icy cool gold resting on my chest snapped me out of my fantasy. "You look absolutely stunning" he said softly, before leaning down and pressing one, loving kiss to my shoulder. "Thank you... So much" I was just about able to breathe. I must admit, it really did compliment me. It made me look more sophisticated, but more lovable too. More sexy, but more innocent. More mysterious, but more care-free. I could go on forever, but I won't. It was the perfect balance. Like fire and water. Yin and Yang. Justin and me <3.
The LA Lakers VS Malibu Pirates (Lakers all the way!). A basketball game. I love Justin so much. He'd got us court-side seats, and right now, it was half-time. I clapped and whooped as the Malibu's cheerleader's went off the court, having finished the half-time show. I had to hand it to them, they had some kick ass moves. The entire stadium felt like it was vibrating as the crowd yelled and screamed for more entertainment while the players took a break. "You having fun?" Justin smiled at me, raising his voice slightly over the noise of the roaring crowd. "Yeah, I've never been to a basketball game before. I love the sport... I've just never had the money for seats" I shrugged as the yelling died, not paying attention to the reason of the sudden-calm. "You ain't gonna need any seats where we're going" he chuckled, before taking my hand and pulling me up off the chair. He was suddenly confusing me to oblivion. Why was he heading out onto the court? "Justin, where are we going?" I asked nervously, my heart racing in total unsureness of what he was about to do. "On the court" he chuckled, tugging me straight out into the middle of the basketball court. "And now, please welcome our very privileged guest, Justin Bieber, and his girl, Drew Texas!" a deep voice came over the speakers, echoing through the arena and making my entire body shake. Did that guy just say my name? Was he talking about me? Clearly he was, as the crowd erupted into cheers and whoops. Although, they were most likely for Justin rather than me. I saw girls in the crowd calling to me and making heart signs with their hands. They shouted out "I love you Drew!" and "You're my idol Drew!". Holy hell. How did they know me? Well, I guess being Justin Bieber's unofficial girlfriend gave you an automatic upgrade in the world. I didn't want one in the first place, I didn't expect one that's for sure. He was just Justin to me. Not "Justin Bieber" the teen pop sensation. Just Justin. Adorable, sexy, sweet, caring, confusing, frustrating, annoying, teasing, perfect Justin. Whoa. Wake up. There's a thousand people staring at you standing centre court right now, you probably shouldn't look like a retard. I realised Justin now had a microphone in his hand, and I wondered how it had gotten there before he spoke: "Drew, last time we were on a basketball court, you slapped me in the face" - laughter from the crowd - "And I'm not saying I didn't deserve it, because I did, but I was just thinking maybe we could do other things on the court. Like maybe practise some 3 pointers" he grinned as a man all in black with a headset on came and took the microphone from him, replacing it with a basketball. "Justin, I don't know. I've like, never played basketball in my life" I blushed, my heart racing from the nerves. "It don't matter. You've got me. And I've been playing basketball my whole life" he put the emphasis on "Whole", as the c
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