33. Wet?

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*I, Marissa, take you Justin, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do us... Wet?*

"Ri, Marissa? ... MARISSA?!"

My eyes shot open. I flinched when I saw Justin in my face. I looked side to side trying to figured out where I was. I was laying in a puddle. I sat up and my head was heavy. 

"Oh my god! Am I bleeding!" I touched my damp locks.

"No, but you passed out. Are you okay?" Justin questioned. I looked around and down at my clothes. 

"Why am I wet?" I turned to the figured standing above me. I saw Sammie with an empty water bottle.

I narrowed my eyes at her. She smiled. Justin grabbed my hand and helped me up. 

"Are you okay? What happened?" Justin asked. 

"I don't remember..." 

"What's the last thing you remember?" I looked down at my wet clothes.

"Um... You left and I was going to get some water. That's it." 

"Do you need to go to a hospital? Does your head hurt?" 

"I'm fine." I rubbed my head. 

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Justin held up 3 fingers. I smacked them out of my face.

"Justin, I'm fine." I repeated. 

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He waved his hands in my face. 

"WILL YOU STOP!" I repeatedly slapped his hands. 

"She's fine." Justin laughed. 

"Let's get you out of these clothes." He grabbed my hand and led me to his dressing room.

"Here put this on." He threw one of his hoodies at me. I caught it and looked at it. 

"Get out, so I can change." I ordered. 

"Why?" 

"Because, this isn't a strip club." I stated. Justin pouted and walked out the room.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I heard the door reopen. I threw my shirt over my chest. I stood there while Justin slapped his hand over his eyes. 

"JUST-" 

"I didn't see anything! I promise." 

"What are you doing HERE?"

There was banging on the door. 

"Some fans got backstage!" He kept his hand over his eyes. I put his hoodie on and sat on the couch. 

"I see you peeking Justin." I sighed.

He removed his hand and smirked. I took my hair out of the bobby pins and let to fall on my shoulders. 

"I didn't see anything." Justin repeated. 

"If you didn't see anything, then why are you still standing over there." I grabbed a towel and blotted my hair.

"Because this is awkward." 

"It's only awkward if you saw something." 

"I saw your tattoo." He admitted. I looked away from him. My tattoo is right under my right boob. So yea, this means he saw my boob. Jesus, I need to get out of this room.

I felt the seat next to me sink down. 

"What does it say?" He asked. My eyes met his. 

"Unbroken." I bit the inside of my cheek. 

"I saw your scar." He held his head down. "What happened?" 

"Justin please..." 

"Okay. You'll tell me when you're ready." There was a silence among us.

"I think I got really overwhelmed tonight." I started. "I got so emotional. There were so many thoughts and feelings running through my head. I just passed out, but I loved what you did for me." I held his hand in mine.

"You mean a lot to me. I want you to know that." He squeezed my hand. I smiled. 

"I know we've only known each other for about a month, but... I've never felt this way for someone before." I confessed.

"To what point, though?" Justin returned his gaze on me. 

"To the point that I don't want you to be with anyone else..." I looked at our hands.



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