Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

11. I'm Alright... See?

Mia immediately looked down, causing her hair to cover her face. I looked at her and felt like crying again.

"Mom... you just don't know her."

I saw her roll her eyes. I sighed.

"Whatever. We'll just be up at my room."

We walked up into my room, and Mia didn't look up, once.

As I opened the door, 2 black figures and a white figure jumped out from my room.

"WELCOME HOME!" It was twist, lil za, and Ryan.

I chuckled and Mia took a step back. Twist got to her side and waited an arm around her.

"How was the date?" Twist asked.

She looked very uncomfortable in his arms, but I remembered what she told me. If she wants to be my girlfriend, she'll have to be able to hang with twist. So I let her be.

-Mia's p.o.v.-

Great. Justin's mom hates me and the jerks are here.

Immediately, lil twist wraps am arm around me. His hands are almost brushing against my boobs. Justin and me a worried glance, but brushes it off. The fuck? I need him right now!

"So..." twist says.

"Yea...?" I reply.

"Did you hear my question?"

Ummm... "sorry... what?"

"How was the date?"

I gulped. How was it...? "It was perfect."

If you call going to the restaurant that you're ex-family owns, Justin finding out about max and the restaurant, me running, me blacking out, hospitals, and my secrets revealed, perfect...? Sure. It was perfect...

"We're going clubbing, Bieber." Lil za says.

"I'm in, bro." Justin said with a smile.

I don't understand why, but THAT crumbled my heart. Justin said yes. I was expecting him to hang out with me... ugh! What was I thinking? Of course he'll go he's Bieber.

"I'll call a limo for you, Mia." Justin says.

I nod, trying to be as polite as possible. The limo came, and I got on.

"Have a good ride home, babe." Justin kisses me on the cheeks.

"Bye Bieber." Is all I say as I close the door.

I let my head rest back and I close my eyes. Suddenly, they shot open. No wonder... Justin know's I'm the bitch with cancer. He doesn't want me anymore. What did I expect from him? Stupid me... I sighed.

"Are you okay?" Bob asked.

"Yea... I was just wondering if your name is actually Bob, and it started to frustrate me."

I heard him chuckle. "In about 52 years old, so Bob is old fashioned." He commented.

I laughed along this time.

We arrived, and I got off the car waved good bye to Bob and went into my... Stephan's house.

"THE HELL WERE YOU?!" Stephan's shout made me jump. "Where's the punching dummie?" Stephan was preferring to Chris.

He didn't give me time to answer. "Make me dinner."

"Ummm... the fridge is empty." I replied, carefully.