Joy
Justin Bieber
"Ready or not! Here I come!" I said loudly.
I searched behind a pillow, under the couch, behind it and behind the pot. I knew where Jazzy was, but I was pretending to have no clue.
"Hmmmm, I wonder where Jazzy could be?" I said sarcastically, hearing giggles coming from behind the window curtain.
I sneaked up towards the curtain, ready to snatch it open. Swoosh. "Gotcha!" I said.
She screamed in delight and started to run, chanting "You can't catch me!"
I sprinted after her, catching her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Gotcha!" I said. She giggled and squirmed. Suddenly her head popped up and she yelled, "Bieber! Bieber!"
I glanced up the stairs to see her brother, Justin, and his two friends, Chaz and Ryan. "Hey," I said as I let go of Jazzy and she ran up to hug her favorite brother.
"Hey Jazz!" he said, greeting her with a hug, "Are you being a good girl for Joy?"
Jazzy bobbed her head yes and gave Justin a kiss on the cheek. They were most adorable brother and sister pair. He laughed and have her a kiss on the cheek in return, making her giggle once more.
"Ok Jazzy, it's time for dinner. You ready?" I asked, smiling at her and Justin.
"Ooh! What's for dinner?" asked Chaz eagerly.
I laughed and said, "Spaghetti and Meatballs."
"Kiddie Sized!" exclaimed Jazzy.
This time, it was everyones turn to laugh and Justin set down Jazzy.
She was just reaching me, when Ryan's phone went off with a DING!
"Oh, hey Chaz. Our parents want us home," Ryan said tapping Chaz on the shoulder.
"Awww man! I wanted spaghetti and meatballs!" said a frustrated Chaz.
"Well, see you guys later then." Justin said, guy shaking both of them.
"Bye Bye!" waved Jazzy. The two boys walked out the door and went home, which left me, Jazzy and Justin.
"Well," I said bending down to talk to Jazzy, "Do you want to help me make dinner?"
The little girl jumped up and down, singing, "Ya Ya, Ya Ya, Ya Ya Yaaaaa!"
"Well come on!" I motioned with my hand and she ran to the kitchen.
"Can I help?" asked Justin.
"Ya, totally, it is your house." I said with a small laugh.
He followed me into the kitchen. I knew where it was, I had been babysitting Jazzy every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the past five months.
"Okay," I said reading the recipe, "Justin, can you fill a large pot half way with water, and Jazzy, can you get the pasta box please?"
"Got it!" said Justin.
"Got it!" imitated Jazzy.
I laughed and heard the water turn on, Justin filling up the pot. "Okay, I'll get the sauce and the meat." I walked over to the fridge, pulling out the package of meat, already in balls to cook, and the jar of sauce.
"Here's the pasta!" said Jazzy.
"Thank you so much!" I said.
I walked over to the stove, pulled out a skillet and a saucepan from the cabinet next to the stove and set them down on the two right burners. I turned the dial, waiting for the click of the igniter to stop and the woosh of the flame to sound. Drizzling some olive oil in the skillet, I waited for it to sizzle, and then used tongs to set each ball into the skillet. I poured the sauce into the saucepan and let it heat up.
"Here you go," said Justin, setting the big pot onto the burner next to the skillet.
"Thanks," I said giving him a smile, which he returned. In the process of putting the pasta into the pot, I bumped into Justin, and tripped. I almost fell to the floor but I felt a pair of arms catch me.
I was looking at the socks from my current point of view. I led my eyes up the socks, to a grey pair of sweats, a purple shirt and then Justin's face, amused at my clumsiness.
"Thanks," came out more breathless than I intended and he helped me up to my feet. I pulled up my baggy sweats, which had sagged a little too far in the event that just occurred, and fixed my blue tank. I could feel my face ablazed. This should not be happening, why am I blushing?
"Your welcome. You want some help with that? You got to be careful or you could really hurt yourself." he asked amused, pointing the the half opened box of pasta in my hand.
I laughed, "Yes, please. I'll do the meatballs."
"Ok." he said.
I finished cooking the meatballs and pulled the sauce off the heat, just as Justin had drained the pasta.
"Jazzy, will you grab three of your special plates?" I asked, reaching to turn off the meatballs burner.
"Yay! Special plates!" she said grabbing her zanimals plate out and setting them on the counter.
"Do you have the pasta Justin?" I asked him.
"Yep, here ya go," he set down the lot with the noodles on the stove.
"Thank you," I gave him a smile and reached for the tongs, another blush creeping up my neck. I scooped a little onto Jazzys with a small amount of sauce and one meatball, cut up.
"Here you go Jazzy, you get the monkey," I smiled at her an gave get the plate, "grab your fork and go sit at the table."
"Ok, thank you!" she said in her adorable little voice. She ran off to the small table in the kitchen and sat down.
"Wait to pray Jazzy!" said Justin and Jazzy nodded.
I put spaghetti, sauce and two meatballs on Justin and mine's plates, an elephant and a girrafe. "Parmesan?" I asked.
"Ya, but I got it." he said, and walked to the fridge, pulling out the the bottle. He sprinkled some onto his plate and then onto mine.
"Aww, thanks," I said, my face warming up. Why does this keep happening?
"Your welcome," he smiled, I could have sworn I saw his cheeks turn pinkish.
We both grabbed our plates and sat at the table, joining hands once we were settled. Justin said the prayer, "Dear lord, thank you for the food we have received. May it bless our souls and our bodies, and may our love still live for you. We trust and have faith in you. Amen."
"Amen," Jazzy and I both repeatedly simultaneously. We all dug in.
"So, Jazzy. After dinner, we need to give you a bath, okay?" I asked her.
"Okay," she mumbled, her mouth full of spaghetti. She swallowed and asked, "Can Justin help?"
"Well, I don't know, does he want to?" I kept my face towards her, but darted my eyes toward Justin for his reaction. I saw him look to his lap, blushing and then, "Ya, I'd love to."
"Alrighty then," I said and stuck another bite of food in my mouth.
Later on, I cleaned up from dinner and Justin prepared Jazzy and her bath. Drying my hands from washing the dishes, I walked upstairs to the bathroom, where Jazzy was sitting in the bathtub and Justin was sitting on the side playing with her.
"Hey, having fun?" I laughed as Jazzy squirted water at Justin. They both looked at me surprised.
"You bet!" Jazzy yelped.
I laughed and squatted next to the tub, "Ready to wash?" I asked.
"Noooo," she whined.
"How about we make a deal? If you wash now, you can play for half an hour?" I suggested.
She frowned and looked down, "Okayyy." she finally said.
"Okay," I smiled, "Where's your Spongebob soap?"
She reached over to the ledge in the wall and grabbed the familiar, yellow bottle, "Here!" she handed it to me.
"Thank you," my voice sounded too enthusiastic and apparently Justin new too, cuz he tried not to, but laughed.
I grabbed the sponge ball and dunks it under the water, then squirting the blue liquid into the ball.
"Ready?" I asked.
She nodded and stood up, lifting her arms. I began scrubbing her, and when I reached her stomach, she giggled from being so ticklish. I laughed with her and finished scrubbing.
"Okay, wash off," I said.
She splashed down onto her booty and splashed off the bubbles with some help from Justin.
"You wanna get her hair?" I asked him.
"Sure," he said. He grabbed the shampoo, squirted enough into his palm and lathered it onto Jazzy's head. Jazzy made a silly face as he did. He rinsed her hair and wiped the bubbles off her face.
We watched her play for a little while, Justin and I making small talk, until I saw what Jazzy was preparing to do. I should have seen it coming, but didn't realize until it was happening.
She raised her toy gun and squirted me in the face, the water dripping down to my tank top, soaking me.
I gaped at her and a smile crept onto my face, revenge building in my mind. "Oh no," I said, but letting her no I wasn't mad, "Well, you know what this m-"
Before I could finish my sentence, Justin splashed me. I turned to him and splashed him back, Jazzy turning her squirt gun towards him and firing.
"Get him, Jazzy!" I yelled and laughed as Justin started to splash us back.
Jazzy soon stopped and turned on me again, Justin still splashing me too. I tried to stand up, but slipped and fell on the floor, wacking my head on the floor.
I couldn't feel anything. I could see the world spinning and Justin leaning over me, but I couldnt respond. I could hear him asking me, "Joy, are you on? Joy?"
I couldn't feel my body enough to move, but enough to wear I could feel Justin's wet hair dripping on my face and my eyes could blink to respond.
"Joy? Joy! Joy! Are you okay?" he asked repeatedly. Shaking me. I wanted to respond so badly, but I couldn't. I watched as the worlds moments flashed by. My brain was hazing my vision with the occasional black out, but I could understand somewhat of what was happening.
I lay there as Justin pulled out his phone, dialing 911 and then a blackout came. When I came to, I was being stood over by Justin, who had what looked like tears in his eyes, and two people I assumed to be paramedic. They shined a light into my eyes, making me twitch. A blackout came soon after. When I was able to see again, I comprehended that I was staring at the ceiling of an ambulance and one of the same paramedics was leaning over me. Justin was there too, and Jazzy, but they were sitting in the corner. Justin's face was puffy and tear streaked, and Jazzy was looking very confused. I felt horrible that this was happening. Another Blackout.
Everything stayed silent and dark.
I woke up later on, in a hospital bed with a doctor watching me. He looked relieved when he noticed my eyes were moving. I could feel my body again.
"Joy? Can you hear me? My name is Doctor Cane. Your in the hospital. Do you know what day it is?" he said.
"I can hear you. It's March 31st. Am I going to be okay? What happened?" I asked, my head felt fuzzy.
"You slipped in water and banged your head. You're going to be ok, miraculously. You just got knocked out. There is not brain damage but your head is going to feel sore for the next few days." he explained.
"Oh, okay. Thank you." I couldn't think of what else to say.
"You have some very concerned visitors, would you like to see them? Your parents are on the way." he asked.
"Sure." I said, searching for the remote to the bed and pressed the button to raise my bed as the doctor went to let the visitors in.
I watched as Jazzy ran in first and jumped up onto my bed. Then came Justin, looking relieved and happy.
"Hey Jazzy!" I said and wrapped her in a hug.
"Are you gonna be okay Joy?" she asked.
"Ya, I'm going to be okay." I smiled.
"Hey," I heard Justin speak and then turned towards him.
"Hey, listen I need to thank you. If you hadn't called 911, I might be in worse condition than I am now." I said, sincerity in my voice.
He smiled, "Your welcome. But it wa my fault. I'm sorry I splashed you to the point where you slipped."
"It's okay, I'm okay, see?" I started to move my arms and feet around.
He laughed, "Ya okay. Hey Jazzy, mom is outside. Can you go see her for a sec?"
Jazzy nodded, hopped off the bed, and ran out the door.
"Why did you send her out?" I half laughed, half questioned.
"I want to talk to you." he said, going serious.
"Oh," I said suprised, "okay, what about?" I asked.
"Well, first you need to promise me that you won't judge me or cut me off. Just let me finish." he said.
"Okay," I said.
He took a deep breath, "Well, I'm going to be blunt. I like you... A lot. I have ever since you started to baby sit Jazzy. And I know it's weird to say this now, in this way, but this whole situation made me realize that I should tell you now or never. I really like you, and I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in the universe." he said everything so fast, it took effort to keep up, and when he was finished, I was speechless.
I didn't remain that way for long.
"Justin... I didn't know you felt that way. Truth is, I feel the same way." I smiled as his face lit up, not in suprise, but in more relief.
He walked towards me and sat on my bed, no words being said. We remained that way for a few minutes, until Justin made a movement. It was swift and smooth.
He reached his hand out, placing it under my chin and leaned in, his lips smushing against mine.
I wrapped my arm around his neck, and he leaned closer, wrapping his arm around my waist. I could feel my heart jolting with tingling electricity and my brain was trying to process the sensations I was feeling. But my heart already new. It was magic.
We pulled apart, but stayed embraced.
"Did you?" he asked, his breath was a little ragged.
"Yep." I said, thousand watt smiles growing on both our faces.
"Maybe I should slip and hit my head more often," I joked.
You only live once. Chances are worth the taking and need to be grasped. Don't hold something in, because you will regret it later.
Authors Note!
Hey guys! Sorry for the mix up, I have been kinda loopy the past week. Oh, Breanna, you were later Joy. Sorry I didnt remember. I had already finished your story and forgot about it. But i am posting it after this one so... HAPPY TIMES! Haha I love you guys so much for reading this, but please review! Because I see people requesting but they never comment or give me anything to go on. I feel like my stories aren't as good as they could be.
Anyways, lets see if I get this right...
Next is Breanna, then Darby, then my friend Jaimie, then Julliette, and then my other friend, ho i wrote the last story for, Cheney (she wants a sequel haha).
Lemme know if I forgot anyone, I am sorry if i did! I am only human.
Also, I am currently writing more chapters for Fairytale Mixed With Reality. So, look out for it!