Song - Adore - Miley Cyrus.
Hi again :)
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Its been a year and a half, since the Believe tour ended, and Justin and I are still together believe it or not.
No pun intended.
Its been a struggle, I'm not going to lie, but then again what relationship doesn't have the occasional struggle? But the struggle does seem to follow us wherever we go.
Sandy is back from London, and she's actually a pretty famous model now.
Emily, Julian and i actually just got off from our own tour. Its not for a singer this time though, we go around and we dance in big arenas. Its been fun. We've been gone for 6 months, and we're going home today! Justin visited me a few times, and we skyped all the time, including texting and phone calls.
Our relationship over the past year, has been built on distance. I overall think it makes us stronger.
Justin hasn't really changed. He's been travelling all around, being his normal "all around the world" self.
I wasn't looking forward to going home at the moment, because a few days ago Justin ran into trouble. I love him and miss him, but I have warned him over, and over again to be more careful and safe with what he does but be didn't listen. To anyone.
It finally caught up to him.
I got a call the other day - thankfully before I saw it on twitter or anywhere else, from Alfredo telling me what had happened. I thought back to when I found out.
I was sitting in my hotel, watching some special on Lady Gaga. It was 6am and I woke up at 4 not being able to go back to sleep. My phone suddenly rang making me jump in shock. Who would be calling me at this time? I thought. I picked it up seeing "Alfredo Sauce" flashing across my screen. I answered, "Hello?" I asked curiously into the phone.
"Jess." Fredo breathed, obviously relieved I answered.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked picking at a lose thread on my pants.
"Have you been on twitter?" He asked cautiously.
"No, why?" I asked my confusion on high alert.
What is happening? I thought.
"Good. Don't," He started, "Don't panic, but--" He stopped when he heard my breathing hitch, usually when someone says "Don't panic" it means "Panic". I started pacing the room anxiously, waiting for him to go on.
"Justin has been arrested." He finished. My stomach dropped and so did i.
Justin hasn't talked to me about it yet. We talked a bit before it had happened, but not since then. And I'm not going to call him. He wasn't aware I was coming home today, I'm supposed to be coming home next week but the last show was canceled, so we're coming home early. Fredo had told me he was at his house, so I made my way there.
I stopped my car outside his house, putting the gate code in and driving up his driveway.
I took a deep breathe, twirling the promise ring he gave me a while back, around my ring finger on my right hand.
I turned my car off and slowly got out. I huffed and walked up the many and what seemed like never ending steps up to his door.
I pulled my key out and unlocked the front door slowly walking in.
We exchanged keys to each others place a while ago. Very useful, now.
The house looked empty, but I heard talking in the kitchen. I walked in seeing Ryan, Lil Za, and some guy I've never seen much less met, talking.
"Jess! Hey!" Ryan said putting his drink down, he ran to me scooping me up in a hug.
I laughed, "Hey!" I hugged back.
"When did you get back?" He asked pulling away.
"An hour or so ago." I replied as Lil Za gave me a big hug.
"Oh, this is Khalil." Za said pointing to the guy I'd never seen before. He waved, I waved back as a hello.
"Where's Ju--" I stopped talking when he walked in the room. Gym shorts, shirtless, and high tops. Typical.
His head was down, looking at his phone, "Let's go skate." He said toward the guys. He went to the fridge, grabbing a water. He was mid sip when he turned around. He suddenly stopped walking, his eyes wide, he coughed a bit from choking slightly on his drink.
"J-Jess." He stuttered putting his drink on the counter.
I smiled slightly, as the guys got up. They walked out the back door, leaving us alone.
He rubbed the back of his neck, obviously nervous.
Hell, I was nervous. I'm not sure how I felt about the whole situation, to be honest. I was mad, yeah. But, I didn't need to stand here and make him feel even worse then he obviously already does. I loved him, I needed to be on his side.
I could tell, he thought I was going to come up to him, slap him and scream. I could also see the guilt and sadness in his eyes. It wasn't because he knew I was disappointed, it was because he knew everyone was.
I walked closer, he tensed up making me smirk.
He was afraid of me.
I obviously caught him off guard, when I wrapped him up in a hug. It took him a second, but he hugged me back, tight as ever.
We pulled away and I asked him, what I've been wondering for days, "Are you okay?"
He was quiet for a second, when he nodded, yes. I gave him a look, "Okay, now the honest answer." I said.
He was quiet a little longer. He suddenly shook his head no. His eyes clouded in tears, making my heart drop. If there is one thing I haven't seen of Justin in our almost 2 years of dating, its him crying.
A few tears leaked, making there way down his cheeks. I wiped them away swiftly. "I'm sorry." He croaked, making my heart flutter sadly.
I nodded as I wrapped him in my arms in a hug.
He's held me while I've cried many times, I've never actually have had to take care of him this way. It was foreign territory for me. He's always kept his game face on, through all the shit he's been through, he's never had a break down like this. In a weird way I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the fact that he needed me the way I needed him.
"Don't hate me." He whispered so low, I almost didn't hear him. But I did.
My heart fluttered dangerously, and I shook my head. "I could never hate you." I said tears gathering in my eyes.
"I know your disappointed, but I really am truly sorry." He said hopelessly. He sounded exhausted, and only now did I notice the bags under his eyes.
I know the guilt was killing him, and I knew it was keeping him from the sleep he needed. He hasn't only disappointed his fans, friends, and me.
He's disappointed himself.
He pulled away, wiping his tears away. I sent him a small smile, which he pathetically tried to return.
"I love you, okay?" I stated more then asked. He needs to know I'll always love him. No matter what stupid thing he does.
He looked at me for a second, him wiping away the tears I shed from my face. "I love you." He said. He put his hands on the side of my face giving me a long kiss. The kiss I've been dying for all week.
He rested his forehead on mine, we stood there for minutes just looking at each other.
This relationship is much different to a normal one, that's for sure. But, we have proved, that we are strong, no matter what happens, and no matter who tries to break our bond.
It also proves that, The Story Of Dance lives on.
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I have been thinking about a bonus for awhile now. I really hope you are happy with the outcome. I don't want any hate for writing about Justin's recent trouble, but I wanted to put in a girlfriends prospective. I really hope y'all liked it.
:)
Goodbye for now - Brooke.