Chapter 30: Maybe It Is Time
Justin and I got the paint, just the color I wanted, a dark maroon. It was good for headaches and stuff like that. Plus, the darkness was easy to match, for say with white furniture.
We both made it out unrecognized until we got in the car. It seemed to be all of his Beliebers could tell him from what he was driving, but not by the way he walked or what he wore. Funny right?
We relaxed in the car, letting the air hit our hot and sweaty faces. This must have been the hottest day since I arrived just over 2 months ago. Days passed, some I was with Justin, and others I was not.
The more you think about it, our story was kind of like Romeo and Juliet in a sense.
I sat in the passenger seat, Justin obviously driving. We were heading downtown to a local furniture place, no one ever went there, talking about the teenage girls, so we figured everything would go well.
Getting back to how I related mine and Justin’s story to Romeo and Juliet, when you think closely about it, you see that Justin is this huge pop star, living his life just like any of us want to, right? Then theres lil’ ol’ me, the addict that can’t seem to be loved, not even by her parents.
Justin’s world and mine are completely different. In retrospect, I was that girl that no one liked, just as Romeo was only liked by a few, I guess that’s what differs us.
We met and clicked almost instantaneously, almost immediately growing feelings for each other. We didn’t know much about one another only our names and reasons of being here were shared.
It’s kinda crazy if you look deep into the situation, right? I fell for a guy that I only knew from the media. He fell for a girl that he didn’t even know existed.
Something in me was telling me to take everything slow between Justin and I, but the ‘rebellious girl’ was telling me to pick up the pace, to have fun because who knows if I’ll ever be loved like he clearly loves me?
The tires rolled up to the run-down store, the sign read, Billy All Furniture Hut. Come on in! Low Prices!
Justin got out and I swiftly followed behind. Before I could possibly take another glance, his hood was up and over his face, hiding his identity.
“Justin?” I made sure to whisper this time, not drawing attention to us.
“Yeah?” He muttered back in a low roar.
“What are we going to get?” We walked around the store.
He was in front of me walking. I swung my hand back and forth trying to make my movements as fast as Justin’s.
“How about a dresser, a nightstand, a bed frame obviously. Then we can go too Sleep Number for a mattress and then maybe some place for a comforter for you?” I shrugged my shoulder in agreement. I didn’t feel as if there was a right to argue with that.
Something in me wanted to walk up to him and take his hand just like he did in the store before. I didn’t feel comfortable doing that, what if he rejects it? I would feel like a huge moron.
I finally caught up with Justin’s hurrying body; it was time for me to make my move.
I put on my big girl panties and finally just took a deep breath, if I wanted to show Justin maybe, just maybe I was ready to be in a relationship, I needed to be equal.
Even though I was still having doubts, I just kept thinking of the positive. I would be with someone who really loves me, someone who understands me, someone who wants me for me.
I shook away my bad vibes and finally reached down my hand, just as he did, I slide it to fit right in the creases of his fingers, interlocking hands.
I could tell he was shocked. His head snapped around, taking a minute to really process the fact I just willingly held his hand.
Maybe it was too soon? I don’t know if I’m ready to be watched every second, to have millions of people judging you for being with the person they love.
But then again you just have to think; you can’t help whom you fall in love with.
Can you?
*Justin’s POV*
My head swung around, looking at Bailey. I seriously couldn’t help but smile as big as possible.
Maybe she was ready to officially be my girlfriend? After only really knowing her for 2 months, I was pretty in love. She took me in awe; somehow I couldn’t get my mind off of her smile. She was always there.
These feelings were new to me, and they were new to her. Maybe it was a sign? Maybe this was God’s way of telling me to take her in and protect her from everything wrong in her life?
This all has to have happened for a reason right? Nothing just happens because God feels like it?
Maybe her childhood was leading up to this moment? Maybe me, picking this house that I live in now was for some strange reason?
No, what am I kidding? I was definitely to into this situation.
After a long, and I mean long day of shopping I needed to get home and get ready to go out with the boys.
None of them knew that Bailey was living with me now so; this should be an interesting night.
I was still debating to ask her if she wanted to come or not, it was just too soon for her to be coming out around a variety of drugs and maybe some alcohol.
Then again, she might get upset if I don’t ask her.
We both sat on the floor of her soon to be room. The floors were covered in old blankets, there were paint cans ready to be open.
Bailey sat with a bandana tied upon her head; her hair was up in whatever the girls called it, a ponytail right?
She was wearing a pair of old short shorts and a cream color tee.
Her face was pure concentration trying to open the pain can. Her tongue popped out and her eyebrows made this funny shape.
I couldn’t help but laugh. When she heard my light cackles, her face shot up in a fake pissed off look.
“Oh, Mr. Hot Shot, you think you can open it faster then me?” She shoved the can and screwdriver my way. “Be my guest!”
I took the driver in my hand, pretending as if I couldn’t get it open. Then, when I felt as if the time was right, I popped off the top. “Oh.” I said sarcastically. Laughing along with her.
“Okay, I’ll give you that one.” She smiled, grabbing a paintbrush.
It was almost time for me to get ready; I needed to just ask her if she wanted to come. It was better to be safe then sorry.
“Hey, um Bails?” I asked, standing up and brushing off my butt.
“Yeah?” She poured the paint into the tray and carried it up the ladder.
“I’m going out tonight, would you like to tag along?” I was sort of nervous.
“Nah, thanks for the offer though I think I’ll stay here and paint all night or something. Better to get a head start, I don’t want to be sleeping on the couch for too many days.” She giggled, starting to paint an outline along the ceiling and down the walls.
I had to admit, it was attractive.
“I thought I’d just ask.” I smiled, walking from the room. “I’ll be taking a shower.” I shouted at her.
I took my shower and got all swagged out. My hair was perfect, my outfit looked dope. I was good.
The boys came over for only a split second, we doubled up in the Ferrari’s and we were gone.
