23 August 2012
Love this one <3 x WARNING: One swear word :)
*Justin's POV* I can't help but watch her sleep. She's so beautiful. Her lips are always lightly parted, making little noises of satisfaction every now and again. Her eyebrows are slightly knitted together at all times, as if she's thinking hard about something, her eyes peacefully shut. She grasped at the luxurious covers and tugged them up further over herself, shivering softly at the Canadian cold. I shuffled closer, sliding my hand over her waist and cradling her back to my chest for warmth. I flicked on the TV, putting the volume on low so she wouldn't wake, and tried to preoccupy myself. I flipped through every channel, before finding CSI on the CBS channel. I could get into that if I really tried to focus. Drew slowly turned herself over, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my shoulder, her fingers smoothing over the warm skin of my back. She let out a sleepy sort of chuckle, the noise barely a mumble as she held onto me. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, before turning back to look at the TV. "BIEBAHHH!" came the loud cry from the bedroom door as it burst open, revealing my four year old step-sister, Jazmyn. I smiled at the sight of her, barreling into the room and clambering up on the bed, her soft brown hair and bangs messy and unbrushed, still in her pink onesie pyjamas. "Jazzy Shh! Drew's asleep" I chuckled as she leapt into the arm that wasn't wrapped around Drew. "Oh, sorry!" she giggled, making her voice exceptionally quiet. When she pulled back from the hug, she plonked down on the bed and stared at Drew. "She's so pretty" she gasped, eyes wide. I chuckled at my infant sister. "She is isn't she" I looked down at Drew's sleeping figure, smiling softly. "Is she your girlfriend?". "Uhmm...." I began, not really sure how to answer. Is she? I mean, I still don't know if she's going to wake up and say last night was a mistake. Still, I can lie for Jazzy. She'd be heartbroken - and extremely confused as why we were in bed together - if she found out we weren't together. "Yeah, she is. She's from Texas" I smiled at my Sister. "Ooh. Is it sunny there?". "Yes. Very. You'll have to come out with Jaxon and Daddy sometime. Drew has a really pretty horse called Dallas" I told her, and her eyes were on stalks at the sound of my words. "Oh my gosh! A horse!" she squealed, her loud volume making Drew briefly stir. It was a false alarm, as she slipped quickly back into unconsciousness. "Hey there Champ". I looked up to see my Father, Jeremy, standing in the doorway. He leant against the doorframe, in khaki three-quarters and a t-shirt, regardless of the chilly weather outside. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the joy of seeing him again. I leapt out of the bed, leaving Drew and Jazzy behind as I buried myself in a hug from my Father. I hadn't seen him in so long. It must have been months. After what felt like hours and hours of a massive hug, we both retreated. "Whoa. I missed you too kid" he chuckled, patting me on the shoulder as I smiled like a total loon. His gaze averted to something behind me, and I quickly spun around to see Drew awake and already playing with Jazzy. Typical Drew. "Now who, is that?" he asked, a massive smirk on his face. "Oh shut up" I grumbled, waiting for the torture to begin. I should have expected this off my Father. "Is she your girlfriend? She's in your bed! Is that your shirt she's wearing? Justin you sick child. I never thought you'd find a girl into the 'Shirt' thing" he whispered excitedly, talking like a teenage boy. I couldn't help but laugh at my Father's young antics. He acts like he's twenty or something. "Oh yeah, Drew's really into shirt thing" I couldn't help but brag a bit. I mean come on, how can I not? There's a beautiful Southern girl in my bed wearing my shirt. Now that is something to brag about. "Have you guys... Ya know... Or is the shirt giving me false hope that you've lost your virginity son?". Wow. Too far. "Dad! Shut up!" I chuckled, glad that Drew was too preoccupied with Jazzy to listen to our conversation. "Well, have you?" he ignored my protest and continued to question me. "Let's have this conversation when my girlfriend and your daughter are NOT in the room" I chuckled, punching him roughly in the shoulder. "Good call" he grinned, before turning to see Jazzy in Drew's lap on the bed. She giggled and laughed at something Drew had said, and my Dad briefly gave me that look that said "She's good with kids". How do I tell him it's because she has one? Hmm. "Wow, you're really good with kids. Jazzy doesn't normally like strangers" my Dad smiled at Drew, who stopped tickling Jazmyn to speak to my Father. "I uh, I guess I just click with them real easy" she replied, glancing down at the toddler in her lap. You could see she didn't want people to know she had a Daughter. She quickly avoided the subject every time someone brought it up. It wasn't the fact that she had a daughter in general, Drew loves India, but I think she's just petrified of the question "Who's the Father?". Somehow I don't think the reaction will be good when she replies with "My stepfather". "Are you from Texas?" my Dad asked, furrowing his brow. "Yeah, I am". "You have a beautiful accent. Justin is an absolute sucker for accents. He totally melts. It's hilarious to watch" my Father laughed with Drew, and I immediately felt violated. "Ok, ok, Dad, you can embarrass me later, but I'm pretty sure Drew isn't wearing any underwear so you need to leave" I chuckled, before pushing my Dad gently out into the hall as he continued to laugh. "Bye Drew!" Jazzy giggled, skipping out after my Father. Before I could shut the door in his face, he stopped it with his arm. "That answers my first question then, doesn't it son?" he smirked, giving me a subtle wink. I couldn't help but laugh. "Goodbye Dad" I chuckled, before shutting the door.
"Your sister is so adorable, and your Dad seems so nice!" Drew swooned, her voice muffled by the noise of the shower. The water pounded down on my skin, washing over me and letting me relax. "He's such a child. He asked me bad things" I chuckled, running my hands through my hair. "What bad things?". "Things about us". "I wasn't aware questions about us could be bad" she said pointedly. Oops. I need to be really careful. I think Drew's still kinda touchy about the whole 'I don't think you cheated but you have no alibi so...' debacle. I pulled a towel off the rack and wrapped it around myself, clambering out of the shower to find Drew in front of the mirror, carefully applying her make-up. "I didn't mean it like that babe. I just meant he was asking questions that only me, you, and my Mother are allowed to know" I appeared behind her, looking in the mirror from over her shoulder as I tried to fix my hair. "Oh, ok" she stated simply. I was suddenly highly irritated, my lips pressed together in a tight line. "Why are you putting on make-up?". She stopped and turned to me, leaning against the sink with a sad look on her face. "Don't be that guy Justin. I always wear make-up" she sighed softly. "Don't be what guy?". "The guy that doesn't let his girlfriend wear nice clothes and look pretty". I'm irritated again. "You don't need make-up to be pretty babe. And when have I ever not let you wear nice clothes? You wear flashy clothes all the time and I never say anything" I stated, trying to keep my tone simple so this wouldn't turn into an argument. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realise my wearing 'Flashy Clothes' was a problem" she snapped sarcastically. "It's not". "Good". "Good". "Fine". "Fine". That seemed to be the end of it. We were silent. Drew continued to apply her make-up, and I continued to dry off and do my hair. Until she spoke once more. "Wait a second. What did you mean by flashy clothing?" she turned back to me. Ok, be very careful. She looks critical right now. "Uhmm... I just meant... Clothes that... Ya know...." you're blathering. Get to the point. "Show off your body". Oh no. Oh no, oh no. That's not good. She looks highly offended. Eyebrows raised, eyes wide, jaw dropped. Not good. "Show off. My body. What the fuck am I? A stripper?" she snapped, the mascara brush in one hand. "Drew, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that" I began to babble as she zipped up her make-up bag and walked out of the bathroom without another word. I followed behind, tugging my jeans on as I hopped after her. "Drew! Come on, I don't want to fight again. I honestly didn't mean it like that; I love the way you dress" I said truthfully, my voice soft and apologetic as I zipped up my fly - attractive I know ;). She placed her bag down on the bed and turned back to me, eyes nowhere near as offended as they were before. I walked slowly towards her. "I don't want to fight again baby girl. I love you" I said softly, taking her hands in mine and smoothing my thumbs over her skin. "I know. I'm sorry. I think I'm just taking every opportunity there is to lash out at you... You still haven't told me where you were yesterday morning" she muttered, looking down at out feet. "I promise you you'll find out". "When?". "Have I ever told you you're the most stubborn person I know?" I chuckled, tilting my forehead to hers. "Maybe once or twice" she giggled, before letting me kiss her lips softly. We went to pull back, but decided against it, and pulled each other's bodies close and kissed some more. "So what's the plan for today, since we vanished off the face of the earth yesterday" she giggled. "I already have an idea" I grinned. This is going to be fun. I know it <3
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