*DIANA'S POV*
I pulled the quilt over my head and groaned as I felt the sunlight come in straight into my eyes from the window. And as the ego I was I pushed Justin away from me to get more space for myself. "Move," I mumbled loud enough for the both of us to hear even though I was under the quilt. I pushed my arms forward and groaned even louder when his heavy weight didn't move an inch.
"Stop it, Diana." I heard someone mumble back, but it wasn't Justin's raspy voice that I was used to hearing. I immediately pushed the quilt over my head and looked to my right, seeing Edwin lying there. I shot up from the bed and felt myself having a panic attack as I felt myself completely naked under the covers, and I tried to remember as much as possible from last night. Although everything was a complete mess and I couldn't seem to remember anything else than black holes, how hard I even tried. I just knew this was probably one of the most fuck up's I've done in a long time. "Are you okay?" I heard Ed's voice from behind me.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "OKAY?! What? Where's Justin?!"
I then remembered, we fought. Everything came back to me as in those movies when people have flashbacks. Justin was mad at me for something I said, that wasn't even true, but he wouldn't listen to me for anything in the world. If someone was holding a gun to his head, it felt like it was a bigger possibility that he'd beg for them to shoot him instead of listening to me explaining myself. I felt bad for him, he's a super pop star. From what he've told me, people use him all the time. I must have made him feel awful. I scolded at myself for that, how could I have not thought about how close he was standing to me while I was talking? I could've at least thought some shit.
I promise, my brain exist. I just never tend to use it.
"Why would he be here?" Ed asked confused, I looked at him with my eyes begging him to understand where I was coming from. Which he must have done, cause all he said next was a silent, "Oh."
"He's going to flip." I said with panic in my voice, "He's going to kill me."
"Don't be stupid," Ed's tone was so calm, I almost wanted to yell at him for thinking that everything was fine. He sat up as well and put his flat hand against my back, "Let's just tell him the truth and he can have his moments of breakdown. He'll be fine. You'll be fine. Trust me."
"WHAT?!" I barked out, "You are so NOT telling him this happened, between us!"
"He deserves to know."
"No, he doesn't." I groaned, although I knew he was right. But if Justin found out about this, he'll never forgive me. It was enough that he was already suspicious about Edwin. The fact that this happened between us, must stay a secret.
"Yes, he do, Diana." He sighed. "It's wrong of us not to tell him."
"It'll be our little secret," I rushed the words, immediately cursing myself afterwards of how easy it was for me to say those words. I felt like I just cheated on Justin even though we're technically not dating. He's mad at me, I repeated the words in my heads over and over again. He's already fucking furious at me, if he finds out about this, he'll never forgive me.
I just can't let that happen. So I lost all my pride and reached out my pinky finger, "Deal?"
"Fine," I heard Edwin mutter as he took my pinky in his, "Deal."
~JUSTIN'S POV~
"Where is Edwin and Diana?" I heard Jade ask out loud as she made herself comfortable at the breakfast table. "They've been gone since last night. I miss my partner," She fake pouted.
"OoooOooo," Harry whistled out. "Guess a certain someone got laid after all."
I immediately clenched my jaw, feeling the jealousy shoot through my body. They didn't fuck, I tried to convince myself. There's no chance Diana would do that to me.
"I think they just went to talk, they're close friends." Michelle said and emphasized the word 'friends'. Guess she must have seen my reaction to such stupid rumors. I scolded myself for even thinking Diana would do something like that, plus she told me multiple times they were just friends. They did sleep with each other once though, my conscious told me and I quickly groaned at how my mind wasn't collaborating with the other side of my mind. "But no, I haven't seen them since either."
"Hmm," Josephine giggled, "I think I saw them walk to Edwin's room, last night. They both seemed quite heated up, though."
I tried to tune out, I didn't want to hear anymore of this bullshit.
"Maybe they just went for a talk after all?" Adrian spoke up, I narrowed my eyes at him as I remembered that he'd been with my girl as well. Although I was unsure what he felt for her today, because neither of them have really been that close to one another. "Diana have been really quiet lately, so he probably just wanted to talk to see if she was okay."
"Blame that one on Bieber," I heard Casper mutter from the other side of the table. I felt like punching him in the face for saying such a thing. I was the victim here, I was the heartbroken one. Why does everything always end up being about her? But I didn't comment on it and just continued eating my breakfast. Trying to stay unbothered about whatever they had to say about Diana.
I think we sat for twenty minutes, everybody (except for me, that stayed quiet the entire time) was talking about the week and how exciting it was that somebody new would probably pop in today. I couldn't help but think that if it was a guy, I'd lose this game and I would be the one packing my bags. There's still nobody that I can really connect with, other than Diana. And if there's a guy, Diana would most likely not choose me over that person. She's probably as mad at me as I am at her. I think, at least?
"Look who we got here," Michelle suddenly said and I looked up from the table to see how Diana and Edwin looked towards the table. "What did you guys do last night?"
"We just talked about a couple of things," Diana replied which made me completely calm inside. They were just talking. Diana then quickly changed subject before anyone could ask anything else, "What about all of you? How did the party end?
"Crazy." Harry said and high-fived Adrian. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity, even though I felt like I was on the exact same level as them.
"It was great, everybody was having a good time." Casper smiled.
Except me, I wanted to add. But of course I was too much of a pussy to say that. I would just get tons of questions. I already had an headache, didn't need to add onto that.
The evening had started out great, but as the night went on and the more alcohol and girls I danced with, the more Diana entered my mind. I remember I looked to my right to see Diana and Edwin dancing super close to each other, like sexually grinding on each other before Edwin whispered something in Diana's ear and they left together. My mind kept telling me all they were going to do was talk, but my heart still ached with just the fact that he got to spend time with her. I know I made my own decision of not wanting to be with her (and I lowkey know it was stupid). Edwin is her second choice. I'm her first. I could easily have her back with the snap of my finger, but at the same time that I wanted to forgive her. I was mad a her. So fucking mad. She hurt me deeply. I couldn't decided wether to talk to her or not, and it was driving me insane. Although I know I don't have any rights to judge her for her actions, I still... Everything's just so confusing. I don't know if talking to the problem about the problem, is such a good idea right now. Ladies never seem to take criticism when it comes to these kind of things.. I just know I'll end up getting yelled at.
I might have lost my trust for her, but certainly not my adoration.
She's still out-stunningly beautiful, smart, brave and I don't feel as if I have any rights to neither judge nor blame her for her mistakes. I'm doing the same thing. I'm lying to her as well. I scolded myself for my thoughts, it's not that I haven't avoided talking about it, I just don't know how to tell her.
It's just something I don't think I find myself ever telling her, either. It's a secret, a good kept one. I'm the only one who knows, plus some people in my team, so there's no need to tell her. She doesn't need to know everything about my past.
I just have to be careful to make sure it doesn't get out anyhow.
I was debating with myself wether to walk up to her or not after we've all eaten breakfast and Adrian and Josephine had been giving the information that they would go on one of those dates. Which meant that somebody new would come back with them, or at least that's what's happened every other time. I had kind of forgotten all about those small dates you did when someone new came to the house, and to be honest I kind of missed it, because it was great, you know? It's a good way to get to know the person before everyone else. That could always be advantage, later on in the game.
I've actually started to notice that about me ever since I got so mad at Diana. I've literally officially started to think about the game, and how it could benefit me. How, and if, it was possible for me to win it. I guess everybody's got a chance, but it just feels as if you have to be loved to do that. Which was something Diana had, and not me. Everyone seemed to be loving every ounce of her. Not like the girls when they're clinging all over me, no, not that kind of love. More like her personality seems to interest everybody. Which is a good thing for her, because then she can stand anywhere and with anyone and that person will choose her. Because she's loved.
What am I?
Yeah, not even close to 'loved'. I might be something for the girls to look at, but no one has actually taken an actual interest in me. Not at least of what I know. It might be because of who I am, but it doesn't make sense one hundred precent to me why that wouldn't interest people. To know that I'm Justin Bieber, usually makes you want to be my friend. Maybe just because you want to use me or my fame, but I've never had so many cold people at me all at once. It almost made me wonder if they've started some kind of pact against me? Decided to not let that Bieber kid inside their little group.
Whatever. I don't wanna be in their stupid squad anyway.
I have my million dollar bills to bathe in, I think I'll be able to survive.
My mind wandered off to stupid things from that thought. Like, the fact that I could buy everyone in this house and then buy someone to chop them to death and then bathe in their blood while muttering that they could blame themselves from being so cold quietly for myself.
Now that I have a second thought about that, it sounds extremely creepy. Yeah, let me not go there anymore.
"Justin?" I suddenly heard a little bit too familiar voice behind me, at the same time that I felt a hand land on my shoulder. "Can we talk? This silent treatment is driving me insane."
That made me smile a little, "Yeah, sure."
It felt good knowing that she was feeling like me. That she did care, after all. I doubted her for a couple of moments there, thinking she didn't give a single fuck about my feelings. It felt good knowing she did. It felt safe and honest. Something I wasn't quite good at lately. We both stepped inside the kitchen, while everybody else was hanging out by the pool in the down area, while then Josephine and Adrian was obviously still on their date. It felt so peaceful at the house today, not much noise at all. I think I got a bit too attached to this quietness around me.
"I'm sorry." I suddenly heard her say, "Which I know I've said a million times. But I really mean it! You have to believe me, I didn't mean to hurt you. I never said that I used you, Justin, Adrian did. I don't know if he set me up or not, but I swear it wasn't me."
"I can tell the difference between you and Adrian's voices." I joked and chuckled. Although she wasn't smiling one bit, so I stopped immediately and realized she was more than serious. "I understand."
"Do you really?" She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, such a sassy move. I ignored her gestures and nodded my head, "Then why are you still being a cold hearted jerk towards me?"
"Excuse me?" I choked out. "Who are you calling a jerk, you bitch."
"Shut up."
"You started it."
"You're delusional." She fought back and I pressed my tongue to the side of my mouth. "Sorry," She then muttered. "Honestly, I just-"
"It's alright, I've already told you. I understand." I interrupted her, which made her narrow her eyes at me and raise her voice slightly.
"Who do you think you are cutting me off like that?" She huffed and took a quick breath, "Let me talk to finish."
"I apologize."
"Good, you better," She mumbled. "I'm not going to tell you anything different from what I've already said. I know you have your trust issues and shit because you're famous and I never meant to add onto that. But at the same time, don't understand where you're coming from. You never heard me say those words. Somebody else said them." She pointed at herself frustratingly, as if her words wasn't doing herself justice. "I didn't mean to hurt you and I surely didn't mean to make you believe what Adrian said. But just think about it for a moment, Adrian said it. If you can't hear that it sounds wrong, you're just weird."
I scoffed back at her, "Bros before hoes, right?"
"You just missed out on the fact that Adrian isn't your 'bro'." She empathized the word "bro" by bending two fingers in the air. "He never were, and will probably never be."
I sighed, knowing she was absolutely right. I didn't want to admit to her though. I felt weak by just saying she was right. But since we were both thinking it anyway, "You're right. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry, Justin. Alright? I just need you to forgive me and move on, because we can't keep walking around and acting like we don't know each other. For fucks sake, Justin, it feels like I know everything about you." She cried out.
"Do you remember one of the first nights?" I don't know why I was whispering, but suddenly I was, "When we sneaked out from the hotel and went skinny dipping?"
"Yes," I saw a little blush coming up on her cheeks as she remembered the night we had shared our first passionate kiss. Underneath the stars, in the middle of the night. It was fantastic. "Why?"
"Do you wanna go there?" I suggested quietly, "I think if we go now, nobody will notice we're gone. Or at least no one will be able to follow us nor find us when they realize we're gone."
I heard her sigh deeply, "To talk?"
"We don't have to be skinny dipping if you don't want to," I chuckled and I felt her hit my chest playfully. "Seriously though, you'll have to bring a bikini this time. We still can't get in there without having to swim under water."
"I know, I remember."
"Good, let's go." I hurried and started walking back to Casper's room while she went the other way. It had felt a bit weird to switch room, to be honest. Casper's room was extremely messy. Like mine and Diana's room were messy too, but shit, this was bad. He could probably win some kind of record of having messiest room or some shit like that, if it existed. But I'm sure it do, everything exists in this world today.
It didn't take longer than ten minutes for Diana to knock on the door sweetly and smile widely when she entered. She was wearing a green-ish, blue-ish swimming suit that covered her stomach. Over it she was wearing some kind of transparent dress type of thing so that you could see right through it and see her perfect shaped curves together with that swimming suit of hers. Damn, when I said she was out-stunning, it might have been the understatement of the year. She's the most beautiful woman I've seen in my life, and trust me, I've seen many of them.
"Are you ready?" Her innocent long eyelashes twinkled at me, with that little glimpse in her eye, letting me know how excited she was.
I nodded, "Of course."
We stepped out of the balcony, just like last time and climbed down as silently as we could. If anyone saw or heard us now, we'd been stopped and I really really wanted to spend this time with her right now. I feel like we might make up for some lost time, plus I feel as if we can connect in another way when we're outside of the house. She just turns into this complete other sweet person. She's sweet in the house too, but nothing compared to when I had her for myself outside of it. She literally turned into little miss perfect. Completely flawed from both her personality and look.
"Justin?" Diana waved her hand in front of me and I looked at her confused as I came back from having my mind in the clouds, "Are you alright? You keep staring in space. I'm getting worried."
"I'm okay. Nothing to worry about." I smiled back at her. She didn't look too happy with my answer because she looked at me with a suspicious look, "Seriously, it's fine. Everything's good."
"You'd tell me otherwise?"
No. "Yes."
"This is so beautiful," She stated as we stepped our feet in the sand of the beach. We were still on the public beach, and there were a couple more people here since it was only forenoon. I'd complain, but lucky enough for the both of us, no one noticed me. "I don't remember exactly where we went, you showed me last time. Do you remember?"
"Yeah, I was here just a couple of days ago." I confessed and she looked at me with curious eyes, "Just to think, you know. I needed a moment for myself."
"I understand that." She replied and took off her transparent dress, "Should we just leave our clothes and stuff here?"
"You don't got anything else than that dress with you, right?" I asked and she shook her head, so I continued, "Then you can leave it. I don't think anybody's going to take it, but if they did, it wouldn't really matter anyway. It's just a dress. I'll replace it for you, if it's gone when we come back."
"Thanks," I heard her mumble before she threw it in the sand and ran down to the water. Since I had changed back in the room to only my bathing suit, I wasn't wearing a shirt so I had nothing to leave here. I quickly followed her steps down to the water. As soon as I stepped my foot into the medium warm water (making me sigh in relief) I felt her hands wrap around my neck. I felt a little uncomfortable, knowing we were out in the public eye and somebody could snap a picture just now and then. So before we could go any further here, I told her to come swim with me over to the hole I knew existed.
So she did.
She followed me through the water, swimming lightly but good beside me. I couldn't help but notice how good she was at swimming, almost better than me *insert sarcastic joking emoji here*. "You're good at this." I mentioned and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at me.
"Good at what?" She questioned and before I could answer she dipped her head down into the water, quickly coming up again afterwards. "Sorry, just to wet my hair. Didn't mean to make that come off as rude."
"It didn't." I was quick to ensure her, "And I was talking about this swimming thing, you're quite good at swimming."
"You've never seen me swim before?" She laughed as she took yet another swing with her arms to get further forward.
"I have, but I've never noticed how good you were at it." I scolded myself for once again not being able to notice the small little details. I know girls love it when their man knows every little thing about them, like small details as how their features changes in their faces when they get mad, angry, sad, happy, etc. How could I've never noticed how good she were at swimming? For God's sake, she swam every day in the pool back at the hotel. How could I've never noticed that?
But then again, I have to remind myself that I've only known her for a couple of months. I can't believe it's been so long already. We're actually half-way through the competition. There's only two and a half month left of it. We've been here for over two months already. And I've really grown attached to this beautiful lady swimming perfectly fine beside of me, the lady I keep lying for. Shut up Justin, now is not the time for doubting.
"You're doing that thing again," She said with a calm and sweet tone, and swam in front of me. I watched her as she stopped and her feet were moving back and forth in the water to keep her from drowning. "You're closing out."
"Sorry," I muttered and stopped as well, "I can't help it."
"If I haven't completely lost my mind, I think we're here." She pointed to a big cliff above us and I recognized it immediately and nodded my head.
"Yeah, are you ready to hold your breath?" I smirked.
"You just said it yourself, I have swimming skills. It'll take less than five seconds for me to get over to the other side," She said in a flirting way, "You on the other hand, might need a couple seconds extra, huh?"
"Shut up," I pushed some water so that it hit her face and I heard her gasp. But before she could do any kind of revenge, I duck down and opened my eyes underneath the water to find the hole I was looking for. When I saw it, I immediately swam through it. It wasn't a super long tunnel, but sure it was a couple meters. Every time I went underneath here, I felt a little bit of panicking just because I knew I was caught in a tunnel underneath the water. There were no way out unless I made it completely to the other side, or went back. But I held it together because I knew what was waiting on the other side, it's so beautiful so it was worth a little mini panic attack.
When I reached the surface again, I took a couple of quick heavy breaths before my breathing turned back into normal. Just a second later, Diana's head popped up from the water. She did the same and took her breaths before she looked around in her surroundings.
We swam to we could both put down our feet and walk up to the rest of the beach. I turned to face Diana but didn't want to utter a word as I watched her look around herself.
"I'd forgotten how beautiful it was." She admired her view once again before she looked at me. I wanted to tell her how beautiful I thought she was, but that was way too cliché for her. I could already imagine the laugh and playful joke I'd get back in my face. I just really wished she'd take me serious for just one time.
"Yeah, it's out standing." I commented, meaning more than just this place. It was beautiful, but the actual masterpiece was standing right in front of me. Her hair was wet, some water drops still dripping down her face and neck, and then further onto her body. Her blue/green-ish swimsuit had now turned into a more metallic look and her curves was just... Wow.
"What are you staring at?" She giggled and I found myself looking down at the sand in embarrassment. "It's alright, I was just joking with you."
See, that's the thing Diana. I don't want you to be joking around with me. Please, take me serious.
"What do you want to talk about?" I heard her ask, there was a comfortable silence between us and the walls of the cliff locked out any other sound from the public beach.
And before I could stop myself... "Us."
Her face dropped a second, completely fading into a pale look. I could hear her swallowing harshly, "What about us?"
"I think there's some actual stuff to talk about, you know." I confessed, "I know you think I've been an ass to you lately. For example, it'd be a good start to talk about that first, I think."
"I guess." Was all she said after that.
Meaning I had to take control of the situations, I spoke up again. "It's hard for me to trust people, just like you said. I really trusted you, and then I got to hear those words. Just the word 'using' was enough for me to freak out. I think I should've been a little bit more careful to judge, and not jumped to any predictions. It was wrong of me, and for that, I apologize. But I've always been that kind of person that has to learn the hard way." I said and I watched as her shoulders fell down a centimeter and her breath was reliefed.
"I know," Her voice was quiet. And I had to really shut my mouth to her what she was saying, "I don't consider what you did, wrong. In fact, I admire that you stood up for yourself and didn't let me use you. Even if that wasn't the case. I liked your reaction, even when I didn't like it. If that makes any sense for you?" I nodded my head and she continued, "But you're right about this thing with predictions. You should've let me talked the moment you heard it. You should've let me explained myself, and this situation could've been avoided."
"You could've tried harder though," I rushed before she could say anything else. "To tell me, I mean."
"I tried, Justin!" Diana raised her voice slightly, then closed her eyes and when she re-opened them again, she had a full calm tone in her voice that almost scared me. "You didn't listen. You told me to shut up, and I didn't want to upset you more than that."
"That's what I mean," I groaned, "You have to be able to tell me to stop when I don't listen. You have to catch my attention somehow. Maybe not hit me, but at least make me shut up."
"And how do I make Justin Bieber shut up, once he's started to talk?" Diana smirked at me, her flirting ways coming back oh-so-naturally to her. I don't know if that's a positive or negative thing. It's positive for me, because fuck she's sexy when she's flirting. But since she's so good at it, that must mean she's had a few other guys to practice on before. And yeah, that didn't make me the happiest man on earth if you know what I mean.
"Maybe just, I don't know. Let me have my angry time, don't yell back at me. That will make me lose my shit. Try to calm me down," I said and her face got into this confusion-mode again.
"What's your mother's phone number?"
"That's the most spontaneous question you've asked me of all the time I've known you. Why would you even want to know that?" I laughed at her.
"Because I think I need to talk to her about this shit. You tell me to calm you down, but how the fuck is that possible? Have you seen yourself when you're mad, Justin? You're fucking raging. I had no chance whatsoever, to be able to calm you down during that argument. I'd love to know how to do, so I think your mother would be a great start."
"It's possible, it's just hard." I said, "Every person have their own ways to calm me down. Mom has her way, Scooter has one way, my dad has one way. My siblings calms me down by just their presence."
"That's cute." She said and I could tell something was bothering her.
"I know this is the stupidest question a man can ask a woman, but what's wrong?" I questioned and just waited for her 'nothing' reply, that was going to frustrate the shit out of me. But nothing didn't come out of her mouth, instead, she actually opened up.
"You just gave me a thought about my sister."
I scrunched my nose a little, "Wait, sister?"
"I'm pretty sure I've told you that before, Justin." She muttered
"I'm pretty sure you haven't," I defended against it. If she has, let's add it to the number of details I couldn't remember about Diana. Wow, this list is getting long.
She sighed, as if she felt the need to repeat herself. "My sister, she's 13. Her name is Lana."
"Oh," I probably sounded dumber than the dumbest.
"She doesn't have it the easiest, you know." She said and once again sighed. I asked her why not and she was quick to huff, "She's the poor one, Justin. No children wants to be with the poor one."
"That's stupid." I replied back, but remembered how it felt for me before I moved to Atlanta. I know I had friends, but I did get picked on sometimes. "I know you probably can't believe this, but I've been there. I know how it feels."
"Says the multi-millionaire worldwide popstar." Diana rolled her eyes and hugged her knees to her chest as we were still sitting on the sand.
"Just because I'm a millionaire, doesn't mean I haven't been through struggles." I defended, "Diana, I was poor before I started making music. I wasn't the poorest around, but my mother sure as hell didn't have any free money left for me after she paid the bills."
"At least you turned out great," She whispered, "If I don't win this competition, my mother is going to die because of illness, my father will probably quit his job to grieve and my sister... Yeah, she'll continue to be people's joke."
"It's not fair." I complained, "Let me just help you and your family out."
"I thought I told you before, that I don't want your money." Her voice was stern yet full of sorrows. I just wished she would let me help, how hard can it be?
"Take it as a loan then. To make sure your family is alright first, then you can start worrying about paying me off." I said and she shook her head immediately.
"I don't have that money. You don't get it," She said and once again tried to explain for me, "If I don't win this competition Justin, there will be no money. I could never pay off a loan with a regular job."
"Then don't get a regular job." I was a bit too quick to say, "I could help you find a job like an actress or something, you know? Something cool that you'd like to do. Or maybe you sing?"
"Hell no."
"A model?"
"No."
"Anything else, then?"
"No, for God's sake Justin, shut up!" She put her hands over her ears childishly, "I don't want to hear anymore about the jobs you have to offer me. Stop it!"
"Okay, sorry. I was just trying to help you, don't get so upset." I muttered irritated.
"Whatever."
I felt like if I said anything right now, she'd get mad at me. It didn't matter if I so complimented her, she would still find something that she would be able to turn against me and then get mad. So I stayed quiet. I stayed quiet, every until she spoke up again.
"Can we just take a day at a time, please? I've told you before, and I don't wanna break your heart by it, but I'm not sure if I want to hang out with you outside the house later. I don't wanna be with somebody who get's chased around my paparazzi's and fans all the time," She sighed, "You're life is too hectic for me, Justin."
"I'm sorry about that."
"It's nothing you can do about it," Diana's tone had changed yet again, and I kept wondering if there was something actual wrong with the hormonal part of her brain. Her mood swings are out-standing, "It's just the way it is."
"I wish it wasn't," I mumbled and felt my heart sunk as I repeated her words in my head. She doesn't want to be with me outside the house... So why am I still here with her? I'm literally giving my heart away for her, just to know she's going to break it by telling me she does not want to be with me. It's just two and a half month more. Then she'll be gone, and I don't know if I'm going to stay up day and night thinking about her.
"Justin!" I heard her shout, "Seriously, you're freaking me out when you do that."
"What?"
"Staring into space," Diana mumbled, "You do it all the time. Please stop, it's scaring me."
"Sorry."
"That's also something you need to stop doing, you apologize well to much." She giggled. Well you make me apologize well too much. I can't seem to be perfect enough for her. There's something about me that she's missing, since she doesn't feel like my fame is worth being with me over.
I need to figure out what she wants from me. What will make it enough for her to stay with me?
Even though she don't know about everything that makes me interested in her, about everything that has happened. Plus my past. She has no clue. I know it's wrong of me to keep it from her, I should tell her. It's the right thing to do.
Not now, let's just have a couple more moments with her.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Longest. Chapter. I've. Ever. Written.
You're welcome.
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If you read my other story, Flashes (if not, do ittttt), you should know by now that I like to keep my secrets around my characters. And this one is dedicated for Justin (as usual). Although this one is quite special, and won't be revealed until the END of this book (don't worry- there's like twenty-thirty chapters left). But you can get guessing, what do you think Justin's hiding?
If anyone can find out then, damn, you've caught onto the details hella good in this story.
I've left clues ever since chapter 11. But in this chapter I decided to mark the clues with cursive text. Which is something I'm going to keep on doing, I think. At least most of the time.
But yas, so Justin is having his secrets... But so are Diana. Hmmm.. Does anyone smell the drama? Because yes I do.
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