I Hate You, Justin.

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The paper flapped uncontrollably in the soft breeze that piled in through the cracked open window. The contents of the paper were much more inviting than the soft smell of bacon that whisked through the gaps of the door. When I awoke in the morning, a small slip of paper was settled on my bed.

“Go to the beach. You see those four guys playing volleyball? Get the volleyball and that will lead you to the next mark. - J”

As a child, I was always intrigued by things that involved an essence of mystery. At the age of eighteen, that trait has not changed one bit.

Grabbing my tote bag that swung from side to side on my shoulder blade, I was out the door and in the elevator in a flash.

I creased the wrinkles out of the paper, scanning over the neat printing that centered on it. Biting my lip, I looked up at the four muscular boys that were around my age.

So? Go up to them, flirt, and grab the goddamn ball! My mind screamed in unison as a couple of girls that got splashed in the water by the shore.

Maybe if I were those girls by the shore, I would of gone up to those guys. Maybe if I were those girls by the shore, I would of flirted with those guys. But I wasn't one ofthem. I was Parvati. And Parvati can't talk to boys worth shit.

Nervously, I wobbled my way around the circle of boys that were pounding on a volleyball. I craned my neck to see a faint white piece of paper fluttering around with it, as well. 

I hate you, Justin.

Rolling my eyes, I started to walk next to the volleyball court. Soon enough, the plan that I had set in my head all along proceeded and I felt a riveting punch to the back of my head. 

The faint noises of bustling made me quickly tear the piece of paper off the volleyball before they could even ask me about it. 

“Sorry! We weren't.. uh, looking.” One of them called before scooping up the volleyball and resuming their game. 

Scoffing, I bellowed off down the sand with my bag clutched in my palm before I resided on a bench. Opening up the folded paper, my eyes trailed along, skimming the substance of his words that seeped through my brain.

“Good job, beautiful. Now you see the ocean out there? Do you see that tiny little object floating? That's your next clue. - J

My eyes peered up at the ocean where a single tiny bottle floated, abandoned by anybody in sight. Sighing loudly, I scampered across the particles of washed out sand and stopped at the shore where waves crashed onto my feet.

After a moment, it dawned on me. I had to go into the water to retrieve the bottle.

I hate you, Justin.

Dropping my bag, I sloshed through the icy water that sent ripples up my spine, grabbing the bottle in the process. I was beginning to fire up with anger as each destination I got too made me do something I didn't like or wanted to do.

I wasted no time running up the beach, half my body wet and half my body dry. Unraveling the crinkled paper, I began reading just like I had done moments ago. 

“I bet you're mad at me. I'll make it UP to you. Oh, by the way, look up - there's your next clue. What's BMILB backwards? - J”

I recollected myself, a few breathing exercises taking place before I finally craned my neck upwards to see a balloon tied to one of the palm trees. A white, folded paper hanging on the tiny little string.

I hate you, Justin.

Many questions flowed through my mind, catching on like wildfire. How was I supposed to get the paper? The balloon, that was tied almost at the top of the tree, was shadowing me as it was ten times bigger than I was. 

Fetching the note again, I read it over, scribbling in my mind what BMILC was backwards.


Narrowing my blue orbs, anguish was coursing through my very veins as I settled my legs around the trunk of the palm tree. I shimmied up, trying my best not to collapse on the sand bed that taunted me from underneath.

This moment reminded me of gym class where climbing the rope still existed and not something you saw in movies. Did I mention I could never climb the rope? 

My fingers snapped, anxious to grab the paper. And once I felt the soft texture of it, I finally breathed a sigh, trying not to notice the eyes of people around me. If I thought shimming up was hard, imagine how it was going down. I wasn't mad. I was furious at this point. He was supposed to show me how great of a boyfriend he can be in thirty days, and all I'm seeing is putting me through hell and back.

I hate you, Justin.

Opening the paper, my mind sucked every word there was on the piece of scrap as I fought myself not to rip it up and stomp back up to the hotel room.

“Oh god, and I thought you were mad before, imagine how you are now!? I will now reveal where I am, which will then reveal where day five will immerse. You know in The Last Song when Ronnie is playing the piano at Juilliard? Go there and you'll find me. - J”

I was confused. I didn't understand. But then, I had a hunch. I scooped up my tote and practically ran towards the ball room that was built in the hotel.

If I'm not right, I'm going back to sleep, I thought while pushing open the large metallic doors.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a dinner table, a brightly lit candle, and a cheekily smiling Justin Bieber. Walking down the long carpeted floor, he outstretched his arm where a paper sat in it gently. I grabbed it, ignoring the spark that I felt when our hands touched. 

“Your last clue. Read it out loud.” He commanded softly.

Looking up at him to the paper, I took a deep breath before the words came flustering from my mouth.

“Sometimes you need to realize the bad times in a relationship and so that's why I made you do all of the things I'd know you'd hate. Relationships aren't always happy, Parvati. So on day five, you learned that.

I was surprised and that was the only word I could think to pin point my emotions.

“Now, we can eat and have fun. Just like you thought we were going to do on day four.” He announced, extending his hand for me to come up on the low waisted stage. 

I connected our hands together, watching as he propped me up and sat me down at the table where the candle flickered, daring to blow out at any second.

“You know, you're sneakier than I originally thought.” I said, watching as he devoured some of his food.

Swallowing his food, he winked.

“There's a lot of things you don't know about me.”

“Yeah, but I'm sure you've got me figured out, huh?”

“I've got all I need figured out,” he said. 

“I doubt that entirely. But thank you, this is pleasant, unlike the outcome of the start of the day.” I said, eating as well.

“The night's only going to get better.”

Suddenly, slow music roared through the room, bouncing off the walls so it echoed silently. I studied the room, trying to find the cause of disruption in our quiet evening. When I looked back over at Justin, his hand was straight out, offering me his hand to dance.

Don't blush! Don't blus- Too late.

I didn't know why I took his hand, but I do know my breath flew out of me as he tugged me closer. My body was stiff under his grasp and he sensed that as he grabbed my neck, lowering it onto his shoulder in an attempt to show me how I was supposed to dance with a boy.

“.. And even though there are rough patches in a relationships, these are the moments that should be remembered rather than the bad moments.” He whispered, kissing the layer of skin underneath my ear.

On day five, he showed me that relationships can get tough and they're not always filled with laughs.

On day five, I learned he was smarter than I had recently struck him as.

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