Tainted → Justin Bieber

EIGHT.

"Kind of." I nodded. Then we both laughed again and hearing his made my heart flutter. His laugh sounded like music.

"It's only eleven and I'm sure your parents don't get home until what, six?"

I paused and looked down at my cuticles. He was actually accurate but I knew how stupid and forgetful I could get and if mom found out I left the house she would kill me. She'd probably ground me for another week and at that point Joan would just let me go. I didn't want to jeopardize my job just because I got carried away with hanging out with Justin.

"Exactly." He spoke when I hadn't said anything.

"You just want me to get in trouble, don't you?" I smiled.

Justin returned the smile. "No I just want to hang out with you."

I playfully rolled my eyes and stood up. "Meet me in two."

I headed out of my room and although I knew my parents weren't home I checked their room anyway. As I expected, it was empty as was every other room in the house. So I headed outside underneath the hot sun and met Justin on the outside of my gate. He pulled me into a hug, something he's never done before. I wrapped my arms around his torso and prayed that I didn't hold on longer than I needed to. After three seconds I pulled away so he did too and he walked in the direction of his house, telling me to follow him. As always, I did. As I walked behind him I couldn't help but check out his outfit. White t-shirt, jeans, and navy blue skater sneakers. He was such a simple dresser and I liked that about him. He didn't have to do much to impress someone. Hell, he could come outside in disheveled clothing and he would still be absolutely good looking. That just came natural to him. I envied and I loved it at the same time.

Once we were upstairs and in his room, I sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. It was much cleaner than the last time that was for sure. Things were in their proper places and not thrown about. Also, the boxes were gone.

"So," Justin breathed. "What do want to do?"

Kiss you.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "You invited me over, remember?"

I reached over and grabbed the rubix cube from his desk, fumbling with it. I never understood howq to solve these things.

"Can you do it?" Justin asked as he looked down at the multi colored cube.

"Of course." I replied confidently. When I started to peel one of the stickers off he rushed over to me and grabbed it, making me laugh.

"That is not the right way to solve a rubix cube." He joined me on the bed.

"Sure it is. I use to do that all of the time when I was little."

Justin held the cube up between us and smirked. "I can solve it in two minutes."

"Impossible." I snorted.

"Bet you five dollars I can."

"Five you can't."

"Start the timer." Justin situated himself on the bed a little more so that he was facing me and I pulled out my phone, opening the timer. Once I started it, his hands starting shifting the peices and he went into full determination mode. I couldn't help but notice the way his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth while he worked on the small cube. One of his bushy eyebrows was furrowed as the other one raised a little. I looked down at my phone and noticed that it was only ten seconds remaining so I decided to tell him.

"Ten sec--"

"Done." He placed the cube on my thigh and I picked up it up, examining it in awe. Each side was matched perfectly, not one color out of place.