I woke up a lot earlier than I would've liked but it was to the sound of my phone ringing. I immediatly grabbed it and answered "Hello?"
"Aye, shawty." His voice was a heartbreaker.
"Hey superstar. Why'd you wake me up so early?"
"Oh, sorry. I have to wake up at seven today and I wasn't thinking... yeah." He was completely sincre even if it wasn't a big deal.
"Its fine, I need to stop sleeping in so late this summer or esle I'll miss out on doing nothing. So what's going on?"
"Well I'm kind of right outside..."
This was unbelievable. I get up and run to the window to see a tour bus sitting in front of my house.
"How..." I said exhasperatedly. "did you find my house?"
"Uhm... would you believe google?"
"No."
"Well then, I sort of... tracked your number..."
"Wow Justin you're insane aren't you?"
"I've been told that now get down here."
"I've got to get ready! I can't just go in my PJs"
"Pfft... like you ain't gorgous without all that makeup and clothes."
I laugh, "Oh boy are you wrong."
"Whatever just hurry, I've missed you and I can't wait to see you again."
"You too, I'll be down in five minutes." I said hanging up and running to my closet.
When I was ready I looked as good as it was going to get, which isn't saying much, I ran down stairs to the door.
I open it to see his flawless face, if only I could be as astonishly wonderful. He was holding a huge boquet of flowers, my favorite kind to be exact.
"Are you stalking me?" I ask in a serious tone.
He chuckles and replies "Maybe, you're pretty amazing. So, yeah."
I just want to kiss him. So, so, so badly but I remember his girlfriend, the model.
"So your digs are pretty sweet rich girl." He says looking around the inside and outside of my house.
"My dads, not mine." I say quietly.
I don't care much about my family, well no. I care but my mom died when I was eight, I've got no other family as far as I know other than my dad.
Apparently after my mom died he lost track with her family, grief or something, but he's always working so I don't really see him. Its fine, its not like I matter anyway. But that explains why the only person who knows about my problem is a boy I made out with half a year ago.
"Its better than mine by far. What does your dad do?"
"Attorney." I say sounding bored by where the conversation was going.
Just then my phone rings in my back pocket.
I grab it and see its my best friend Hunter Laine.
I've known him all my life practically. I answer with "Aye Hunter, why are you such a slutty bitch-face?"
Justin looks at me quizzically. I laugh as Hunter replies "Because you're such a whore!"
"What's up?"
"Well if you must know bimbo, I'm coming over." He says in a completely joking tone.
"I've got company" I look over at Justins still confused face. "Its kind of a bad time."
"Too bad I'm already here... what's with the bus?"
"Never mind that, you're so irritating." I hang up.
I decided that all the nice people who favorited this story deserved more chapters, your welcome!
Exciting news: I'm learning to drive! My father's a maniac on the road, wish me luck.