"Hey." I tell Justin trying to hide my surprise.
He pulls me into a hug.
"Finally, someone I can actually stand!"
I can't help but laugh.
"Was it really that bad?" I ask him smiling.
"Not really, it was just awkward. Really awkward." I laugh.
"Cause it was the first time I saw her parents since I found out about the fake relationship."
He continues as I let him inside.
"Ohh." I nod understandingly.
"Yeah, but what are you guys doing?"
"About to eat dinner. Want some?" I ask him.
"Are you sure you guys have enough?"
I can't help but laugh.
"Justin you act like you don't know Thanksgiving was yesterday and everyone that came besides The Wanted are still here. So we have a lot of leftovers." Justin smiles.
"That's what I like to hear."
He rubs his hands together and walks towards the dining room with me smiling and shaking my head behind him.
"So who was at the door?" My mom asks.
"Hi mom." Justin smiles.
"Justin!" My mom approaches him with outstretched arms.
I grin while she traps him in a bear hug.
"Look who it is." Brandon says.
Justin smiles and nods to him.
"So I think you remember Mr. and Mrs. Miller," He nods and waves to them.
"And Jenny."
He smiles to her and I try not to grin at how deep she blushes from just getting a smile from Justin.
"Yeah, I remember."
"Where's the rest of my family?" I ask mom while Justin says hi to Brandon, Jake, and Peyton.
"Chantal went to take a shower, and your dad went to pick everyone else from the airport." I nod.
"Was that your father?" Auntie Channie walks into the dining room.
"No, just Justin." I explain while sitting in the chair next to him.
"Oh! Hi honey." Auntie Channie goes in for a hug.
Justin's been coming over a lot within the last month so him and auntie Channie have become acquainted already.
So there's some small talk here and there until I hear a car door close.
"I need to come with me."
I tell Justin while dragging him by his wrist behind the curve of the wall that separates the kitchen from the dining room.
"My dad's bringing my family and they happen to have an eight year old daughter who is a die hard belieber and I wanna surprise her so..." I grin.
"I'll wait here." He smiles.
"This is why I love you."
"Yeah yeah, I love you too. Now go get her." He instructs me.
I walk to the door and open the door.
My family just got out of the car and is walking towards me.
They all try greeting me and I say quick hellos as I speed walk to Yazzy.
"Ste-"
"I have something to show you." I tell her smiling.
"What?" She asks.
"It's a surprise. Close your eyes."
"Okay." She says unsure but she still does.
I grip onto her shoulders and guide her into the house.
We stop a couple feet from Justin so he can brace himself.
I can't even hide my giddiness as I take my hands off her shoulders and back up a couple steps to her side so I can see her face.
"Open your eyes.... now!"
Once her eyes open they go from wide-eyed shock to awe to excitement in a second.
"Justin!" She runs and jumps into his arms.
"Hi sweetie." He hugs her with a smile on his face.
It was so sweet! I had to take a picture.
"Your cousin told me you're a fan of mine."
She looks up to him slightly blushing and she nods.
"Aw, really?" He asks with an adoring voice.
Justin's now kneeling one knee and Yazzy's sitting on his other leg.
"Mmhmm." She grins.
"Well thank you."
Then the rest of my family walks in.
I introduce him to everyone before we walk back to the dining room.
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We're all just sitting around the table talking since we finished eating like twenty minutes ago.
"-You know I can spell chocolate." Yazzy tells Justin.
"Really?" He asks impressed.
"Mmmhmm. C-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e." She spells proudly.
"Whoa! How did you learn how to spell that?!" Justin asks her and I smile already knowing the answer.
"Stella." She says my name in a sing song voice.
"Se told me it's spelled like chalk-o-latte." She sounds it out.
"That's smart." He turns to me and I smile.
"Thank you."
Then he turns back to Yazzy.
"So what school does my biggest fan go to?" Justin asks Yazzy.
"I'm not you're biggest fan." She says.
"You're not? Then who is?"
Her gaze goes from Justin to me with a smile on her face.
"Stella?" Justin asks her with a questioning look on his face.
She nods.
"What makes you say that?" He asks her and I give her a warning look.
She shrugs.
"I don't know." She shrugs.
"C'mon, you have to know." He presses but she just shakes her head.
"I do." Peyton says.
My head snaps to her voice. She's on the opposite side of the table two people down from being directly across from me and from the looks of it, she's still mad at me.
Justin looks to her curiously.
"Alright, tell me." He says with a smile on his face.
I shoot her a look that says 'you wouldn't dare'. But then she looks at me as if saying 'wanna bet?' before turning back to Justin.
"This girl," She points to me.
"Has my world, my worlds acoustic, never say never the remixes, never say never the movie (I don't even know how many times she watched it), and like ten my world 2.0's because she made everyone buy her an album so she could find a golden ticket," Peyton counts on her fingers.
I can feel his eyes on me but I'm avoiding eye contact by looking down at the table my right elbow is propped up on. My right hand is covering the right side of my face preventing Justin from looking at my eyes.
"Along with that she would buy pretty much any magazine with you on it and probably watched every single one of your interviews."
I felt sick. Literally sick. Like at any minute I could vomit all over this table. At least that would make her stop.
"And to top it all off, she had about forty posters of you plastered all over her room."
That's it. He thinks I'm some crazy stalker fan and he'll never talk to me again.
I can feel my ears get hotter as my face reddens.
I've never been this embarrassed in my whole life.
The only thing I can hear is the deafening sound of my blood pulsing in my ears.
But then I realize why, all noise stopped.
Everyone must have stopped their own conversations when they saw what was going on, and now they had no idea what to do.
I know because I can feel every single one of them staring at me.
Without even thinking, I push my chair back and speed walk to my room.
Luckily, the second I turn the corner, the first tear falls down.
I wipe it and keep walking away.
I take the stairs two steps at a time and slam my door shut. I lock it before flinging myself on my bed.
I lay there with my feet on my pillows and my chin on the opposite side of the bed propped up on my stacked hands.
I let the silent tears fall as I stare at the wall reflecting on what just happened.