CHAPTER - 13
"I still can't believe you came to my concert!"
"Well, you have to believe it." I laughed.
Yeah. I was laughing with Justin Bieber. Someone I thought I would loathe for the rest of my life. After my little drama queen moment, I let J explain everything right from the start. I still don't know how it all happened but...it did. It's unbelievable!
"You know what? I don't have to ask for your email ID." he smirked.
"Why...? Oh yeah." I blushed as I remembered the first time I ever chatted with him on MSN unknowingly.
"...and I met you backstage. And your friend. Anne right?"
"Yeah. She's not gonna like it when I tell her that I'm best friends with you."
"So we're back to being best friends huh?" he asked me.
We were sitting down next to each other in the park. The little kids and their mothers had gone home. It was slowly getting darker and the sun was setting in front of us.
"Yeah...I guess." I shrugged and replied.
"Good, 'cause I missed you." he said genuinely and side-hugged me. Tingles shot through my body wherever he touched.
"Yeah, I missed you too. Even when I thought that you were the devil incarnate himself, I still cried myself to sleep thinking about the times when we used to be attached at the hips."
He hugged me tighter and rubbed my shoulder. He used to do this when I was little. His little comforting gesture.
"I could say that about myself too. I used to be so depressed that mom almost took me to a psychiatrist." he laughed.
I laughed too. "I bet more that a billion girls would kill to be in this position. I guess I should consider myself to be extremely lucky."
"You should." he then sighed."Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this? It feels like a century has passed since I've seen you."
"Tell me about it."
I suddenly realised that it was getting dark and mom would be home any time now. I quickly glanced at my watch.
"Oh crap! I have to go. Mom is gonna kill me if she knows I went out."
"How is she? It's been a long time...I bet she hates me."
I hesitated. How could I tell him that my mom vowed that the next time she'll see him, she would kill him?
"Um...it's not that. She was angry at you only 'cause I was depressed. And now I'm happy!" I smiled and got up. I dusted off some grass that was stuck to my shirt.
"Anne tried calling you a million times when you guys exchanged numbers." I told him.
"I know. But I understood that she was more of the screaming fan type so I wasn't allowed to pick up those calls. All calls are actually screened and then given to me for answering."
"Oh." I sighed. I didn't wanna leave now. Right when we had become friends. That's just plain unfair. "Anne is not gonna stop yelling at me for keeping a secret from her."
"What secret?" he asked.
"About you being my childhood best friend and now meeting you." I explained.
"Wait, so you never told anyone about us?"
"You really think so? Besides, I was mad at you at that time and wanted to forget everything about you. But I still have my bracelet that you gave me."
I held out my wrist for him to see. A smile was evident on his face which then quickly turned into a big grin. He then quickly pulled me down to the ground again and I squeaked a bit. I sat closer to him, confused. He quickly removed his shoes.
"Eww Justin! You stink." I said as I clipped my nose together with my hands.
He just chuckled and proceeded to take of his socks too. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I wondered what he was doing. I also wondered why he was removing only one of his shoes and socks. This boy...
After taking off the socks, he straightened his leg next to me.
I looked closer trying to figure out why the hell was he asking me to look at his leg. I scanned the whole of it till I reached his ankle. On it was the anklet that I gave him. It was a macramé one.
"Oh my God! You still have it?! Didn't it ever untie or break after all these years?"
"Nope. Did yours?"
"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.
"I don't think I should tell her."
"Anne. About us. I want it to be a secret." I told him.
"But will that stop me from calling and or texting you?"
"Not at all." I smiled.
"Then you can keep it a secret for as long as you like Ray."
I love how he calls me Ray. Whenever someone else calls me that, it's just like any ordinary name. But when he calls me that, butterflies form the Twin Towers inside my stomach. It makes me feel special.
|Justin Bieber||as Himself|
|Emma Roberts||as Rachel|
|Blake Lively||as Anne|
|Ryan Butler||as Himself|