Head Over Heels: The Missing Pieces (Justin's POV): Justin Bieber Love Story

June 12th

7:39 PM

"You're doing fine." I laughed, grabbing Laur's waist as she lost her balance.

"I told you I was rusty." She laughed.

"Just a little." I laughed too, letting go slightly.

That whole boundaries thing again.

"I think I got it." She said, staring down at her Vans.

"Sure?"

"Yeah - I think."

"So am I allowed to get my board?" I smiled at her as she looked up at me.

"Yes."

I laughed, shaking my head a little as I let go completely,

I stepped on my board, watching her as I kicked off the ground with my foot.

I turned my head a little, seeing her riding swiftly beside me.

"So where are we going to?" I asked, smiling at her again.

"Oh, I don't know. There is a little park not to far away."

"Lead the way."

She went in front of me and I watched her closely, just making sure she didn't lose her balance again.

Because if she did I was off my board at lightning speed.

"See, right there." She said, nodding her head down the street.

"They're duckies in the pond." I laughed, joining her at her side.

"Sometimes they're there, sometimes they're not. It just depends." She smiled, glancing at me for a split second.

We finshed the way and she slowed to a hault. I joined her at her side, kicking up my board into my hand.

I watched her intently as she set her board in the grass, walking over to the edge of the pond.

Her hair blew back and I walked over slowly, seeing her looking down at the water.

"I used to come here and think for hours a couple of years ago when Mom and I first moved. I'd bring my guitar and just write, or I'd come at night when I had trouble sleeping and sneak out of the house- my rebel side." She laughed, glancing over at me.

"It's a nice spot, and I guess others can't get back here since your the only house for a good half mile."

"Yeah, that's one good part." She smiled at me, then looked back into the water. "I've never showed it to anyone else."

"I feel special." I laughed, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"You are." She laughed with me, keeping her gaze on the water.

"I can't believe it's getting dark already." I mumbled."

"I know, especially right here. The trees block out a lot of the light."

She sat down, patting the ground beside her. I sat down, taking my hands out of my pockets and rested my knees on my elbows.

I still hadn't been told anything about her Dad, and I know I said I didn't want to push, but it's been bothering me.

And it couldn't hurt to ask right?

"So I know I've said a lot about Canada and stuff," I started. "but there is still one question that hasn't been answered for me. You don't have to answer it right now if you don't want to, it's kinda personal, so I understand..."

She turned her head, looking over at me, her knees hugged to her chest.

"Is it about my dad?" She asked.

"Well yeah, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"You really want to know?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. It'd help me understand you better I think."

"You're not going to hate me?"

"I would never hate you. Ever." I shook my head.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She took a deep breath, looking back at the water, keeping her eyes off of me.

"I lied. He didn't leave us."

I waited for more, and she looked like she was thinking again, concentrating on that water as the wind made it ripple.

"So he didn't leave for another woman?"

"No." She shook her head. "Mom kicked him out. I haven't spoken a word to him since then."

"Oh wow."

Crap, that's the best you got and she's telling you something so private like this? She's going to think you don't care.

"Then what about his other wife? Is that true?"

"Yes. He did get remarried." She nodded this time. "But she kicked him out too."

"So your sister doesn't have a dad either?"

"No."

She took a deep breath again.

"Do you know how I always hold my wrist in my hand out of habit?" She asked.

"Yeah?" I kept my eyes on her, watching her pretty brown eyes sadden.

"That's because he broke it when I was four. That's when Mom kicked him out."

"Oh my gosh." I cringed.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to feel sorry for me. When I did tell people, that's all I got and I grew tired of it. I don't need to relive it everytime someone says something about a father. It's fine. They act like I'm just- I don't know. Like I can't handle it- when i have for seventeen years."