After a heated kiss with Ryan, I escaped out the back of the building where the TCA's where being held. He was a nice guy but he wasn't for me.

"Nice boyfriend you got there, Lola."

I drew in a sharp breath, surprised to see Justin Bieber standing next to me. "Shut up, Justin."

"He's a douche bag." The pop star in front of me sang.

I pursed my lips and tried not to think of our history. "Don't make me cry before I go up there. I'm hosting, I can't just start crying and blame it on happiness."

If he left me alone right now, I'd be fine. But he wasn't going to leave. We had a song to record together in two days, he'd say we needed to discuss lyrics just so he could make me feel bad.

"Lola, he's an ass! You deserve better!"

I took in another breath. It didn't work this time and I panicked for a split second before remembering I had every reason to be mad! We had something great, but then Selena went to rehab and he got all worried, calling her everyday once she was out. I knew part of him belonged to her, it always would, and I didn't mind that at all. They were just friends - Were.

"What? Like you! No Justin, you let me believe you loved me and you were just friends with her! But you weren't, where you? No! I had to catch you kissing her behind Times Square at a concert you took me to see! Just leave me alone!" I cried, trying to get him to leave.

"I do love you Lola, that never changed." His eyes softened.

"Justin, can you just stop? I don't need any more lies from you."

Before I knew it he had pulled me into a hug. I won't lie, it felt really good to be in his arms again, but I had a boyfriend.

"Let go of me!" I cried again. "Justin, let go!"

He wasn't letting go. I expected this from him. Constantly thinking I still wanted him, which I did. I just couldn't let him know that. I had to let him think I was happy with Ryan, even if I really wasn't.

"What the fuck!"

In a split second I no longer felt Justin's warm arms around me. I knew it was Ryan. I knew he had hurt Justin, thinking he was harassing me. I had to let him believe that, the same as I had to let Justin believe I was happy with someone else. That I could live without him, even though I couldn't.

I let my tears fall as Ryan pulled me close to him. I shouldn't have though. Now my makeup was running down my face and I didn't have time to fix it.

At the same time Justin probably thought Ryan was better for me and would back off a little bit..

Hopefully.

Current Moment:

I heard the a car door slam outside the studio and I instantly knew it was Justin. I knew what was about to happen.

I had broken up with Ryan two nights ago because he had hit Justin. I didn't tell him that though. I told him it was because I really wasn't over Justin yet and I couldn't pretend to be just so he would stop trying to get me back. He'd just play me again. Ryan protested a lot. We ended up arguing until three in the morning. At that stage we agreed it would be best to break up, even though Ryan thought we could make it work.

I ran as fast as I could in my heels into the bathroom when I saw Justin's face. He was mad! He was also sporting a black eye that could have been prevented. I could have stopped that.

I took my black Louis Vuitton's off and rested my feet on the cold bathroom floor. It felt so good. I let myself hide in the safety of the bathroom until there was a knock on the door.

It could have only been one person since Justin and I had agreed to push back the recording so we change some of the lyrics and it was just us here. That was Justin's way of saying 'Do Not Disturb'.

"Lola! Get out here. I know your not going to the bathroom!" His voice sounded harsh.

I stayed silent.

"Come on Lola.. I'm not mad. I promise."

I slipped my heels back on and whipped the bathroom door open and breezed past Justin, not forgetting to glare at him. "You really like breaking promises, don't you?"

"I'm not lying. I just can't believe you let him give me a black eye when I was comforting you, let him comfort you and then dump him! I honestly thought you where smarter." He said it like it was nothing.

I whipped around so fast that he bumped into me and I had to push him away so that there was distance between us. "Smarter? What do you think I was trying to do? Tell you that I still loved you without actually having to say it? No Justin. I broke up with him because it wasn't working! He wanted more than I could give. A bit like you, actually."

"I did not play you Lola! That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard!" He argued, thinking he was right.

"You're into lying now? Well, I suppose you lied a few times while you where busy breaking promises and playing with my feelings. And I didn't say Ryan played me. He deserves better and I gave him the chance to find what he deserves." I finished. "Now I suppose you didn't demand a 'Do not Disturb' session so you could bully me, did you? Let's get started."

"Your just gonna leave it at that?" Justin asked. "I don't think so."

I sighed, taking my notebook out of my backpack. Of course I was going to leave it there. We where working on the song of the century as LA Reid calls it. It needed to be perfect. He didn't think it was and postponed the recording so we could work on it, but instead he wanted to bully me. Give me a break! "I do."

"Lola-"

"If it's about us, save it. If you have a song idea, get writing south paw." I snapped. It wasn't much but it was enough to shut him up.

We studied the first verse for a bit. That was his solo part. He was stressing over the second line, I don't understand how you can always make me so mad. Partly because it was about me and partly because everyone else knew it.

"I just feel like it makes me look dangerous. Like this one person can always make me feel like killing everybody but them so I can have them to myself for a change." He explained.

"Justin," I laughed a little. "It sounds like your so in love with this person that everything they do makes you mad because you can't have them. I think your fans know your not a serial killer."

"Yeah? How do you know that?"

"Here." I pulled my phone out and opened twitter. "I'll tweet it."

LolaThornee: justinbieber is a serial killer you guys :/ Awks.

"Lola! Do not send that! I will damage you!" He joked, trying to snatch the phone out of my hands. It was obviously why I was trying to keep the line there. I knew it and so did he. It amused me knowing I infuriated him so much.

"Hey!" I held the phone out of reach. "Don't you think you've done enough damaging?"

He stopped trying to grab my phone and sunk into his beanbag. "Can we just work on the song without telling people that I'm a serial killer? It probably won't end well."

His mini speech screamed double meaning, but I ignored it and got on with the improvements. I looked down at the notebook in front of me. "Can we change the song? Like the whole thing? I just had the best idea ever, it even has a name already."

Justin furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would we do that? We practically have it finished."

I opened a new page in my notebook and clicked my pen so I could start writing. "Bare with me a sec. Okay so we where like bickering at the TCA's and I blew up on you, right? Then earlier we where fighting again. The only thing that can distract us is work." I sucked in a breath. "Don't take this the wrong way or anything but you wouldn't be bugging me to trust you or get back with you if you didn't still love me-"

"I've already admitted that Lola, stop tormenting me." He reminded me.

"That's not what I'm saying! Now this may sound crazy but I broke up with Ryan because I'm not over you. I didn't want you to change that line because it infuriated you and I enjoyed the fact that you saw something in my eyes. We've been on and off for the past two years. Everyone knows it. If we do this song Ne-yo and Rihanna style it could work. It could be all about the struggles of the past two years but at the same time telling people that this is it. There's no more Jola." I was totally out of breath but I wasn't finished. I gasped for air but Justin stayed silent. It's like we where finally agreeing on something. "Okay, I can breathe. Anyway, if we do this then we can get everything off our chests and think of it as nothing but work. After it's written, recorded and released we might be able to be friends again. Just like before you wrote that stupid song about falling in love. This time it can be both of us with a mutual hate-that-I-love-you feeling. And no matter what we say stays in these walls, or whatever walls we are in. Me you and Uncle Joe! Get it?"

"Am I crazy or did that make sense?" Justin asked, smiling.

"You're not the only crazy one." I assured him.

After Justin and I had explained the new idea to Scooter and Kevin, they both had confused looks on their faces.

"I don't get it.. Who the hell is Uncle Joe and why does he get to be in the room?" Scooter asked.

"Explain it again. This time in English." Kevin chuckled.

I looked at Justin and he muttered something under his breath along the lines of 'clueless old people'.

"Okay." I started. "I had this idea all of a sudden that because both me and Justin still have feelings for each other but hate each other at the same time, we should write about it. We've been on and off with each other for the past nearly two years and we're just fucking with peoples heads so we decided to put an end to and make a song about our hate-that-I-love-you thing here. The song would also include a clear indication that there would be no more Jola. We're gonna set up writing sessions and we have to write what we feel so that it can go in the song, but we can't judge each other. Only me, Justin and the walls. You, me and uncle Joe." I explained. "In English."

After an excruciating five minutes of Scooter and Kevin thinking and muttering to themselves and sometimes to each other Kevin spoke. "I like it."

"Are you sure it's gonna work though?" Scooter asked. "You guys are constantly fighting."

Justin nodded. "It will work Scoot. We talked and we agreed to disagree and put our differences aside to make a kick ass song, not just for the fans happiness, but our welfare."

"Think of it as a therapy session that only brings good. Sure, it'll be hard to keep my cool when he does something stupid nut I'll get over it." I chipped in.

"Woah!" Justin turned to me. "We haven't even started and you're already picking on me? I thought we had an agreement!"

It took me a minute to realize he was teasing.

"Took you a second to realise I was joking there, didn't it Lol." He chuckled.

My cheeks heated up. "Shut up Bieber."

At least we weren't fighting. I thought. It's a work in progress, just like the song. We'll get through it. No road is smooth.

"No road is smooth." I blurted. "Bumpy Road. We can call the song Bumpy Road!"

We all agreed on Bumpy Road and closed the writing session for another day. We agreed to write every second day so that we could see each other often enough to get it done but not often enough to kill each other.

Before we all left for home, Justin pulled me aside. "Hey Lola, wanna ride with me? I figured we could talk."

I shrugged. "You know where my house is."

A smile curled onto his face as we got into the car. He opened the door for me and ran around to his side and started the car.

Pulling out of the parking lot of the recording studio and onto the highway, we started talking.

"I'm really excited for this song, you know. I was against the idea at the start but that part where you said 'You, me and Uncle Joe' convinced me." Justin confessed.

"I think that part convinced everybody. I tend to get crazy and talk all funny when I have faith in something." I told him, truthfully.

"I know."

We didn't talk for about five minutes after that.

"Do you think Kevin and Scooter are hopeful that there will be an us again?" I asked. "They where pretty upset when we broke up."

Justin shrugged and gripped the steering wheel, causing his knuckles to go white. "I'm sorry about that by the way. The whole thing with Selena. I made it clear to her on the phone that we had fixed everything and we where happy again. She understood, but I guess I got angry that she didn't like me anymore. I'd left you for her so may times and she was perfectly okay when we got back together. It hurt a little so I convinced her that we could be something and then you caught us kissing outside Times Square. I guess I kind of leeched when you didn't get suspicious."

"It's okay." I answered. "Everything happens for a reason."

Justin was frowning. "Lola, we where doing fine. We trusted each other, we'd met each others parents, your brother didn't hate me anymore. It was going great!"

"But you still loved Selena. That's not healthy. It's a love Triangle, Justin. I'd love to be able to trust you like I used to, but I guess I put too much trust in you and you fed off that." I explained. "Between me, you and Uncle Joe, I still love you and I'm finding it really hard to get over. Writing this song with you isn't helping that but a girls got to do what she's got to do. "

Justin swallowed. I knew he was finding this hard, but I had to tell him. I felt like this was my year and if he didn't know how I felt before I took off into the world of a single person, he might never know. Okay, that was extremely cheesy, but that's how I felt.

"We're here."

I looked out my window and saw my house. "Bye Justin." I opened my door and got out, not waiting for his answer as I ran up the steps and let myself in.

I knew nobody was home as my Dad was off with the army somewhere in Afghanistan, My Mom and sister where in New York for a movie premier and my brother was with his girlfriend in Bora Bora. Romantic Fucker.

"Hello Family!" I called into the house. "Oh yes! You all left me for your jobs and girlfriends even though I'm not even eighteen yet."

"Having a nice time talking to yourself?"

I yelped. "What the fuck Adam!"

Adam was my uncle. Correction, the best uncle in the world! And for some reason he was in my house while my family was away. Looks like they care! Okay, they do care, a lot, but I am left alone more often than not.

"Language Missy!" He chuckled, coming out of the laundry room with just a towel on. "I might just cut your tongue off. Or worse! Not take you out to the best club in America!"

I smiled. "Why am I going to your house? I have a song to write you know!"

"Oh yeah, you and that Bieber kid are getting it on again. How's that going Thorne-Corn?" He laughed at his own joke.

"We're not 'getting it on' dumb-ass. We're writing a tragic love song about our shitty relationship." I shrugged. "It's like therapy."

The look on his face was unreadable, and very, very scary. That look only comes when he's about to do something unexpected. I was scared because he absolutely hates Justin! The second time Justin and I got back together, he locked me in my bedroom for three hours. I was two hours late for a date and Justin get really upset. He thought I hated him. Damn you Adam!

"Awwwwh! That is soooooo cute!" Adam cried.

See! Unexpected!

"What? I thought you where gonna buy a gun for a second there!" I admitted.

"Really? I already have a gun, kid! But seriously, can you not see what's happening here?" Adam corrected me.

"Oh do tell!"

Now Adam had the I'm-gonna-ramble-so-you-have-no-idea-what-I'm-saying look on his face.

"You see, little Thorne-a-corn," That was nickname since I was five because I always wanted to be a Unicorn. Don't judge me, I know you did too! "You think that by doing this song with Justin, your gonna get over him. Wrong! You're gonna end up spending so much time with him that you guys are gonna turn into mush balls again and he's gonna ask you out. You're gonna say yes because you still love him. Then he's gonna break your heart and I'm gonna kick him in the mush balls! Now see my brother, your dad, is gonna fly back from his war and shoot Justin in the face because he's already sick of you guys being together, and it's only been a few hours! We all liked football man better, but I think you and Justin are totally adorable!" He finished with a jump, clicking his heels in the air and clapping.

"Better, little Leprechaun?"

Even though I had given him a smart come-back, the thought stuck in my head. Surely that wasn't going to happen. We where writing this song to make sure it didn't happen, to make sure we got everything off our chests and be friends afterwards. But what if it didn't work? I didn't want to think about that so I just plastered a smile on my face.

"I'm staying here tonight." I informed Adam. "I was invited to a party and I think I might go. It's at Amy's house so I can get drunk and stay there."

"Amy Lyons? Your best friend from childhood? The really hot one?! Can I come!" He cried, accidentally throwing his hands up to fast so his towel dropped. "Shit!"

"Okay first, put some clothes on!" I laughed turning around and running up the stairs. "You have two hours to get ready!"

As Adam was only nineteen, I wouldn't mind if he hooked up with Amy. She's my best friend and he's my uncle. Sure it would be weird at the start, but I'd get used to calling her Aunt Amy. Scratch that, no I wouldn't!

"I love you, Lola!" He cried, picking his towel off the ground and covering his nakedness.

"Go home and get ready!" I joked, closing my bedroom door.

I'd showered before I went to the studio this morning so all I needed to do was curl my hair. My hair was a shade of brown with blonde dip-dye at the ends. It always looked cool curled. I turned my curler on and while waiting for it to heat up, I opened my closet to pick out a dress. While filing through my dresses, my hair curler beeped, telling me it was hot enough to burn whatever surface it was on. I raced out and picked it up, noticing a tiny burn mark on my desk. Oops. It only took me twenty minutes to curl my whole head. After that I did my makeup. Then it was time to pick out my dress, I was going for something that would give Adam a heart attack Basically, anything above the knee.

I spotted a white mini-dress that came down to my mid thigh. I matched it with my black Louis Vuittons, a black purse and all black jewellery. My makeup was simple. Some night-time foundation with a matching concealer, winged eyeliner and black eye-shadow. I coated my lashes in my favourite mascara a few times and put on a coat of lipstick. I was ready to go. Just a spray of perfume and a swing of vodka later, there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Thorne-a-corn? You ready?"

"Just a sec Adam!" Before opening the door, I slipped the tiny bottle of vodka into my purse.

"Am I hot enough?" He asked.

I arched my eyebrow and took a look at him. I had to admit, he did look good. But something was missing. I held my finger up and marched back into my room, picking up the first man-perfume I saw. I squirted it all over him.

"What is that? It smells really good!"

I looked at the bottle. "It's David Beckham. Ryan must have left it here."

He peeked into my bedroom to look at the array of colognes I had on my desk. "What's that one?"

I turned around to identify which one he was talking about. He pointed at the one in a jar with a sponge next to it.

"Oh, that's Justin's. He doesn't like anybody to know what it is so he puts it in a jar and dips a sponge in it and puts it on that way." I explained. "He's crazy."

"I see that." Adam laughed. "Can I wear it?"

Could he? "I don't know Adam, he's really protective over his man perfume."

"He's obviously not that protective if he left it at your house, Lol!" He jogged into my room and picked it up. "See? There's not even a label on it! Oh shit!"

He dropped the jar. HE DROPPED THE FUCKING JAR!

"Oh my god! Adam!"

I've never gotten angry at Adam or shouted at him in rage.. This was a first.

"Adam what the hell! I wanted to keep that you idiot!" I shouted.

"Lola.. I-I'm so sorry."

"I don't care! That's not mine! I was going to keep it and give it back to him when he asked for it! I tell people not to touch stuff for a reason you know!" I cried.

"Says the girl who's not in love with Justin Bieber."

My face softened. Maybe he was right.. But he couldn't be! He wasn't.

"Adam.. Get the hell out of my room!"