In Love With THAT Twin...

Chpt.12 You Belong With Me?

*Chloe's POV*

WHAT THE HELL?

"Okay that's mean"

"I said that out loud? "

"Yes"

"Sorry? "

"It's okay love"
I just rolled my eyes."You still didn't tell me why are you here? I mean what who why how where when-"

" Woah there", he grabbed my wrists in his hands as he stared into my eyes.

"I, Justin Bieber am gonna be your neighbor from today onwards because this place is really good and closer to the school which I'm gonna be studying in since Mom wants me to compete my education, we drove here early this morning from the airport in my car", he breathed out.
Wow. He just answered to all my Wh questions. 
CAN WE HAVE A HUGE ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR HIM PLEASE?

"Um .. We-.. Okay. Um . I gtg.. ", I freed myself from his hold and rushed back in. Idek why my heart is beating super fast right now. Maybe I'm just cold.

Right now I'm in my room on a three-way with Abby and Michelle.

"OMFB WHAT? HE'S YOUR NEIGHBOUR?! ", Abby yelled.

"Abby if you don't calm down I'm gonna go deaf"

" But she's right! How can you be so calm? He's your neighbor for God's sake! ", Michelle said.

" Who cares? "

" I do", Abby said.

"Me too", Michelle said and I could see her roll her eyes.

"But why would she care? It's not like Nick moved in next to her ", Abby teased.

" Yeah. And it's not even like he asked me to congratulate her for acing the French test. ", Michelle said.

" OMB the results are out? ", Abby asked.

" No dude. But it's pretty obvious. That's the everyday story. Even Nick knows it's obvious.", Michelle muttered.
I just couldn't believe what she just said. Nick congratulated me? And she didn't even tell me? Da faq.

"Bitch you didn't tell me? "

" Calm down princess. I'm kidding", Michelle laughed.

"You are so lucky you aren't here right now. I'd kick you so bad", I scolded her.

"OH but you are mentally thanking her for mentioning Niccckkkkkk", Abby teased like a 5 year old.
Okay I couldn't help but blush. How could I not? I mean c'mon.

"Shadap. But you guys aren't so lucky. You won't see your Justin soon"

"Why the hell? We'd see him when we pick you up tom-

Oh fuck. We need to be there early.", I heard Michelle throw something which made a crashing sound.

"Don't worry. We'll see him at school ", I swear I could feel Abby grin.

" And day after tomorrow when we come to pick ya up", Abby continued.

"So babe, day after tomorrow is the day we'll teach you all the Neighbour love", Michelle chuckled.

"OH please. Keep the love part to yourself", I said like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Note to self : It was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I gtg.. See y'all tomorrow ", Abby said.

"Same", Michelle agreed.

"Bye", I said before I heard them hang up.
Few minutes later I heard the sound of someone playing the piano. It was coming from Justin's house. Maybe he was practicing or something.
The tune was beautiful. I couldn't help but humm along. I grabbed my guitar and strummed the chords. The tunes fit perfectly. This continued for a while but then the piano stopped playing abruptly.

"Chloe? Dinner's ready! ", Mom yelled.

"Coming."
I kept my guitar on my bed and rushed downstairs.
You don't really realize you are hungry till you actually think about it.

After I was done,  I walked back to my room. On my way, I could still hear the piano notes. Well curiosity killed the cat and I decided to find out where exactly was the sound coming from. I went all Sherlock Holmes through my house to find the perfect place from where I could hear the notes perfectly.
I walked over to the window. The piano notes were basically hypnotizing me. It was beautiful. Apparently Justin was playing the piano in a room which appeared to be his.
From what I could see, his room had his books on a desk, a football shaped wall clock and his guitar supported by the wall. His bag was kept on the same desk. Kept? No wait. Thrown. Typical boy. Duh.
There was also something that seemed to be his shirt on the chair which was near another desk which had a sexy looking laptop on it.
Am I the only tech-deprived ass in this world? And money is not even a problem here.
CAN MY LIFE DESERVE A STANDING OVATION ALREADY?
We just described his room. But where was I standing?
Near a window?
Where exactly?
In Claire's room. Wow. Just wow.

Peeking into his bedroom is the part where I start imagining and it is all about Nick. I mean imagine.
This was my room. Nick was my neighbor. I'd be able to see him more than other girls do. What is the first thing he does when he wakes up in the morning, the last thing he does before he goes to bed, his stuff and whatnot. Hell I'd be able to see that oh-so-lucky bed of his which gets the fantastic honour of having him sleep in it. Every. Single. Day.
Even a damn bed is luckier than me.
We'd talk to each other. We'd write messages on paper and hold it up to each other to read. (*inserts You Belong With Me feels*)
But what do we have here instead? Justin freaking Bieber as my neighbor. Why couldn't he be Abby or Michelle's neighbor instead? Why couldn't Nick be my neighbor?
WHY COULDN'T NICK JUST ASK ME OUT ALREADY?
But I had to admit the Bieber kid played really good. But maybe it wasn't him. I leaned in more to see through his window. Who knows? Maybe he's just this rich brat who pays people to play piano in his room?
I leaned in more. The music was pulling me too. I was about to close my eyes and get lost in the marvelous, magical, fantastic tune but before I knew the hairdryer on the window sill fell down on the concrete path separating the two houses and broke with a huge crashing sound.
Oh fuck.
WHO THE HELL KEEPS A HAIRDRYER ON THE WINDOW SILL?
The piano stopped playing and I could see Justin making his way to his window probably to see what cause the sound.
Double fuck.
I immediately ducked down. Oh lord please. Justin couldn't have seen me. Please. Please please.
He won't stop calling me even more stupid stuff like 'Window-buddy'  or 'Sneaking-buddy'. No no no no no no. Please no.
I could hear Justin shuffling around near his window. He's probably staring at the broken hairdryer.

"Just go back inside your room, Bieber", I whispered to no one in particular.
And just then I heard the clicking of heels in the doorway.
Fuck fuck fuck.
This was the first time I actually wished Claire would have spent just a few more minutes with Nick.
I couldn't move.
Justin would see me.
I had to move.
Claire would murder me if she saw me in her room. And then she'd resurrect me and murder me again when she'd find that I broke her hairdryer which would be lying there being stared at by Justin.
FML.
While I was busy contemplating my shitty situation, the door opened.

"What the fuck are YOU doing here? "

***

A. N. - Hey hey hey. What just happened? OMB right? Now what? Even normal people don't like it when people just sneak into their room, well then this is Claire we are talking about. Hehehehehehee. And poor hairdryer. Well, what will happen now? And will Justin and Claire see each other? Will Justin see Chloe? Too many questions. Answers? Next chappie ;)
On a random note, THEY ARE FUCKING SHOWING BELIEVE HERE IN THEATRES FINNALY!!
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