Justin | A Justin Bieber Story

Chapter Two

Two Weeks Later:

You sat beside Ethan, your head laying on his shoulder. Your eyes staring at the tv screen that continued the marathon of friends that's been on since this morning. You never seam to get board of it. But who really does?

"Ethan." You said, your fingers fiddling with his.
"Hmm." He mumbled, his eyes stuck directly on the screen like yours. His sharp jawline sending chills down your spin as you looked up at him. He looked content but angry.

"Can we go out tonight? Just for dinner or something." You said, lifting your head to look at him fully. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a blank face. "I have things to do." He said carelessly, looking back at the television. You sighed, laying your head back on his shoulder.

You two sat together for a good while, barely speaking to one another. A normal day with the both of you. How is this even a relationship? It's a waste of time, but you don't have the guts to end it.
You've become attached to him, it's hard to get up and leave. even after the things he's done to you.

"Coming!" Ethan's voice was heard, causing your eyes to snap on his body. Ethan stood up, walking towards the front door. Located across the room.
Your eyebrows knitted together, watching as Ethan opened the front door. "Man. What's up!" Ethan said, stepping out the door.

You moved your attention back to the tv, not really even caring who was at the door. It's not like you will know them. You sighed, cuddling into the couch pillow, listening to faint voices in the back ground.

"Come in man." Ethan said, stepping back inside the door. You kept your eyes else where until you heard a slightly familiar voice.

You looked over right as Justin closed the front door behind him. You immediately pulled yourself up from your lazy position, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"You want a beer man?" Ethan asked, sliding his hands in his Jean pockets. "Yeah. I'll take a beer." Justin said, adjusting the black cap that laid over his head. "The studio is upstairs. I'll meet you up there." Ethan said before walking into the kitchen.

Justin nodded faintly, taking his steps up the staircase. You watched him from the corner of your eye until he disappeared on the upper level.
You looked back at the tv, sighing.

Ethan walked back in the living room a few minutes later, making his way up the staircase, not saying a word to you the entire time.
The real question is, why are you even here? Ethan wanted you to stay the night again but he barely has spoken to you today.

You sighed laying back down on his black leather couch. You cuddled into the pillow, throwing a cover over your cold body. You were beginning to miss home more then ever right now.

A few hours passed on the couch, not hearing a word from Ethan upstairs. You knew he hated when you would interrupt his work, but you needed to know what he wanted for dinner.

You knocked on the studio door, swallowing hard.
It was a few seconds before the door opened, your eyes meeting Ethan's. "Sorry. I just....wanted to know what you two wanted for dinner." You said, your fingers fiddling with your lounge shirt
That once upon a time was his.

"How about we order a pizza." He said calmly. You were pleasantly surprised to hear the calmness in his voice. You nodded, sending him a smile.
"What toppings do you want?" You asked, your eyes staring up into his.