It All Started With A Tweet

Chapter Twenty One

"You're so cute," I said, smiling.

"Thanks, a couple million people agree with you," he joked.

"Haha, very funny," I chuckled. "But I'm the only one that matters, right?"

"Of course," he said, stopping in the middle of the street to wrap his arms around me and kiss me. This was definitely the perfect night ever. We went back to my house, and thankfully no one was home. I was exhausted from my very long day, so we went to bed pretty early. "Dream of me my angel," Justin whispered in the dark. I fell asleep smiling.

When I woke up, I walked downstairs looking for Justin. He wasn't in bed with me, and I doubted he would get up and walk around without me. "Justin?" I called, walking down the stairs. I heard my parents yelling in the kitchen, and I quickly walked into the hallway.

"You dirty lying cheat!" She screamed, I heard something break.

"You may want to look in the mirror, Olivia. I think you're the one who started this game!" He screamed back.

"Well if you were around more I wouldn't have had to seek out other relationships! That's it! I'm done! I am packing my stuff and never coming home again!" I heard her stomping out of the kitchen and I quickly skirted into the extra bathroom off the hallway.

"Oh no you're not! I'm leaving, so you have to stay here!" He bellowed, chasing after her. I wished I had gone back upstairs to the safety of my room. "I'm leaving, you can deal with her!"

"I don't want to deal with her! You can keep the spoiled brat, she is nothing to me!" I slid down the wall and covered my ears with my hands, as tears slid down my cheeks. No one wanted me...they all hated me...I started rocking back and forth slowly. I shouldn't even be alive....

"Elena?" I heard, but ignored it. I started rocking back and forth faster. "Elena!"

I awoke with a start, seeing Justin sitting up over me. "What's going on?" I said, as he started wiping my cheeks, I realized what I had just experienced was a dream, and I was crying.

"You had a nightmare I assumed. You just started crying and thrashing around. Are you okay?" he asked, looking concerned. When I shook my head no, he wrapped his arms around me and I sobbed into his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No one wants me," I wailed.

"What?" He asked confused.

"I'm nothing, everyone hates me," I cried some more.

"Babe what are you talking about?"

"My dream...my parents. They both hate me. They were fighting over who had to keep me. No one loves me." I explained, still crying. This dream had really bothered me. I clutched Justin to me, still crying.

"Elena, look at me," he said, after trying to pry me away from him. I sniffed and looked up into his face. "First of all, that was a dream. There is no possible way to know that your parents really feel this way. Second of all, There are people out there that do love you, very much. Katie, Marie, I'm sure there's some part of Kyle that loves you," I laughed. "Charlotte, a bunch of other friends, and me. I love you Elena, and even if everyone else leaves I'll be there for you," he said, pulling me back to his chest to give me a hug. We laid there for a few moments before he spoke again, "do you feel better?"

I nodded, sniffing. "Thank you," I said, quietly.

"And in addition to loving you unconditionaly, I want you too," he said, squeezing my butt.

"Justin!" I squealed, smacking his arm.

He laughed, and shrugged. "I'm a guy."

"Clearly," I laughed. I stood up and stretched. "Come on," I said, holding my hand out.