Life as It Is.
Chap.1
The 2 best of friends. Friends for a while now, 15 years. I'm 17 he's 18 . We met when we were in day care when he was 3 and I was 2. He is so beautiful even as a baby he was beautiful. Not that I remember but Justin is like family to my family so we have pictures all over the house. I dont consider him family …. Because if we ever started going out that would be weird if I called him my brother before. Dont get me wrong I love Justin but not in a family way. Not in a friend way. I think you know where im going. He doesnt even know I like him that way. To him im just his tom-boy best friend. His voice breaks my thoughts."Jazz ?" he calls "Hmmm?" I reply. "Are you afraid? Of leaving high school ? I mean were grown ups now. This is crazy. It feels like just yesterday we were in day care putting sand from the sandbox in peoples shoes ." he says with a sad laugh. I smile of the thought of him bringing up our memories as we fall into a kind of awkward silence.
Then the thought dawns on me. "Justin, where are you going after high school ?" I say with worry. Justin lives with his father who is a real dirt bag. Jeremy ( his dad ) is kicking him out after he finishes high school and his mother died... just like mine. Justin cant afford college, so no dorm rooms. He's working two jobs, but its still not enough. " Umm, Ryan said I could stay at his place for like a year so I can save up for an apartment." Ryan. I don't like Ryan. Ryan is a low-life that does drugs and is addicted to alcohol and God knows what else. I don't want Justin to turn out like him. " Oh." I say. He knows im worried. "Uh, I have to go to work. I'll text you?" he said it like it was a question if he could text me. "Yeah, yeah sure." I say in a stupor. Justin, my Justin is going to be living with that scum bag Ryan Butler. I'm walking down a nice street in a good neighborhood while Justin is walking down a highway and busy intersections just to get to his minimum wage job. I get home to see that i'm the only one there. I dont like being home alone but besides the time with Justin thats all I really am... Alone. My dad doesnt come home a lot because of his 's at war. My brother works 3 jobs just to keep us on our feet. I wish Justin was here with me so we could watch our favorite T.V show with our favorite kind of popcorn. The only part that wasn't my favorite is that we weren't cuddled together. He was on one end of the couch, the popcorn and remote in the middle and me on the other side of the couch.
I throw my keys in my room, go to the kitchen and make our popcorn. As I sit at my kitchen table the thought of Justin living at Ryans still makes it way into my mind. The microwave beep scares the crap out of me to the point where I jump . I put the popcorn in a bowl and walk into the living room and lay on Justins side of the couch. I try and find our show, but its not on. Course. So I just slowly eat the popcorn. I day dream of Justin realizing that he's the most important thing to me and I love him more than anything. And he would feel the exact same way. Soon we would be the couple Jasmine & Justin. Or something way out of this world. Jasmine & Justin Bieber. Haha. That even made me laugh. All I can do is daydream and hope that may happen someday. My eyes are so heavy I don't even fight the sensation of sleep.
The ringtone of my phone scares me more than the microwave beep. I answer the un-familiar number. " Mmm Hello ?" I say half asleep. It's Justin's boss. What his boss says is even scarier then my microwave and ringtone put together. " Its Justin ! He's been shot! Come to the hospital! Hur-" I hang up before he can even finish.