Started With a Lie

Chapter Five: The Rules

His smile is a blessing.

I smiled back, feeling my cheeks heat up.

He's not even flirting and you're already blushing.

"So, uhm. The rules." He coughed awkwardly.

Great, he probably noticed your blushing.

"Right." I said, even more awkwardly coughing.

Justin

"Right." She said, coughing awkwardly. I couldn't help but feel relaxed around her now.

Besides the lie, she's actually a nice person.

Don't forget how hot she is.

Okay, let's try keep Jerry in his cage tonight.

I shook my head, ridding of my devious/horny thoughts.

"Okay, I'm just going to write a bunch of rules on a piece of paper, and you can read through them." I shrugged, tearing out a paper from a notepad.

"Alright." She simply complied, taking the remote and turning on the TV.

'Popstar Justin Bieber found with alleged girlfriend Madison James.

The couple spent a few minutes at a dinner party in New York's 5 star hotel, before storming off arm in arm.

What was the reason for this? Find out more, after the break.'

She sighed, changing the channel. She probably understands how it feels to be me by now. But for some reason, I feel like she never knew about me in the first place.

It took her so long to notice who I was in the elevator, and that kinda shocked me.

Maybe she's different.

Bullshit.

I abandoned my thoughts, beginning to scribble my ideas for the rules.

Okay, rule number one. Hmm.

Ooh! 'No hugging and kissing, unless comforting is needed, only a hug is allowed.'

What? No kisses? Have you seen her pink lips?! They look so soft, so lucious, so -

Okay, okay, stop! Aren't you supposed to be the angel thoughts?!

You can't really tame your inner devil around this girl...

I know right... Whoop, Jerry is acting up.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, 'Jerry' beginning to twitch.

Alright, focus Justin, focus.

Rule number two. 'No dates.'

Okay, wait. First no kisses, now no dates?

Come on Justin, atleast add a little spice to this week.

Yeah! This thing will be over by the end of the week, remember?

Ignore your thoughts, ignore your thoughts.

Rule number three. 'No physical contact, unless paparazzi spots us together.'

This is just disappointing, man.

You realise you won't be 'active' for the entire week, right?