The Weird One.

Chapter 17

Madi ||

Justin and Pattie said their goodbyes, and Justin came over to me.

"Madi, are you sure your going to be okay?" He asked

"Yes Justin, I'll be fine" I said

"Okay Madi, don't loose contact with me" he said

"Promise" I said

"If you have any problems talk with me okay" he asked

"Yes Justin" I laughed.

"You do realize this is gonna be on the news" he said looking right into my eyes

"What?"

"There is paparazzi every where here, your gonna be in the news" he said

"Oh no, this is bad" I said looking around "you probably don't wanna be seen with me. Bye Justin" I said and turned and started walking away.

Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him and wrapped his arms around him.

He laughed. "Madi I want to be seen with you"

"Oh" I said

"I'm gonna miss you Madi, I'm a whole different person without you, when I'm not with you, that's what the media knows me as the guy who does drugs, parties, fucks whores, is a badass douchebag who hang with druggies. But when I'm with you I don't even think to do any of that, I want you to know you will probably here bad about me in the news, but please remember me as the person I am now, I'm a whole different person right now" he said staring in my eyes

"Okay Justin" I said

"Is this goodbye then" he sighed

"I guess so" I kissed his cheek.

"What was that" he said

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I want one of those , but here" he pointed to his lips

I rolled my eyes and kissed him, he pulled me against him and kept the kiss going.

"Your kisses never get old" he smiled

"Bye Justin" I smiled back

"Bye babe" he left for his flight.

I went to my car and drove back home.

I sat on the couch not sure what to do. Maybe some Netflix and some Oreos will do for today.

Monday //

I went to the studio at 9. It doesn't open till 10 but I took dads keys so yeah, oh shit, how is he gonna drive his car. I mean I took all his keys cause I didn't know which opened the studio.

I left dad a text letting him know i have his car keys .

I went in the dance studio and played the remix of songs for my most recent routine.

I practiced, I practiced hard.

Dancing was the only thing I knew to do that helps me think and let the stress off my shoulders, and to get all my worries out of my mind.

There was a part of the routine in the middle I was stumbling with.

I slowed it down and went over the steps then sped it up but always got it wrong.

It was frustrating. I got mad at myself I went over to my water-bottle to take a break and didn't even realize I started crying.

"Madi?" Mathew came in , my dance instructor (thew) Matthew Steffanina not my brother just to clarify.