Chapter 4

Justin's POV:

I started to panic. Chelsea's been out cold for an hour now. I don't even know what happened! Did she faint because I kissed her? I hope I didn't have bad breath! Was I really that bad of a kisser?

I tried shaking her every ten minutes, but she wasn't waking up.

I waited about fifteen minutes before shaking her again. This time, she started to wake up.

"Chelsea?" I called to her.

She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. "Yeah, I'm awake." She said.

"What happened? Do you feel alright?" I asked her. I was starting to get really concerned.

She looked over at me. "I don't know…I think it was my reaction to you kissing me."

"Was it that bad?" I asked. She laughed.

"No, I think I passed out because of how it made me feel." She said.

I was relieved. "Oh thank God." I said. I scooted closer to her and put my arm around her.

"Why did you think I passed out?" she asked me, curious.

I shrugged. "I don't know…I just thought that you thought my kissing you was repulsive…or something."

"Why would I think that?" She was looking at me more intently.

"I don't know. Just a thought…" I said.

I looked down at my hands.

"Well, if I were to kiss you, would you stop thinking of it that way?" She asked.

I didn't look up. "Uh, I guess…but-"

Too late. She spun my head around and kissed me. It made my head spin. Now I know why she passed out.

When she pulled away, I fell forward onto her lap.

"Justin, are you alright?" She asked, messing with my hair.

I shook my head yes. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well, are you still planning on taking me out?"

I snapped my head up. "Crap! Yeah, what time is it?"

She looked at the clock on her phone. "5:30."

I let out a breath of relief. "Good. Our reservations aren't until 7:30."

"Reservations?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, reservations. A special girl like you deserves special things." I smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Wow, um, okay then." She said, as she leaned her head on my shoulder.

We sat there in silence for about ten minutes. Then I decided to break the silence.

"Hey Chels, um, can I ask you something?"

She didn't move. "Of course. What?"

I waited a few seconds before asking. "Would you like to come on tour with me?"

She was silent for what seemed like forever. "I thought that you were supposed to ask a girl that you fell for that question."

I honestly couldn't believe she said that. "I have fallen for you Chelsea. Didn't you know that?"

She shrugged. "It seems that way, but it doesn't feel that way."

"Well, I want it to feel that way. I really like you. A lot."

She lifted her head up and looked at me. "Really Justin?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

She placed her head back on my shoulder. "I really like you too."

I smiled, even though I knew she couldn't see. "So, would you at least consider coming with me?"

"I don't have to consider. Because I already know that I want to go with you. It sounds like a whole lot of fun." She said.

I nodded. "Are you sure? It's a lot that you'd have to kind of…give up. I don't want you to be unhappy while following me around."

She shrugged. "I don't really have anything I'd have to give up."

"Alrighy then. Now I have to ask permission from your parents."

"Good luck with that."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm gonna need it. Well, you might want to start getting ready. It's almost time to go."

She nodded and got up.

Chelsea's POV:

I walked into me and Melissa's room and started looking through my suitcases. I wanted to look nice. After all, he reserved a place for us.

I decided to go with a simple black dress, and some heels. I didn't want to come off as too dressy.

I put on the dress, then I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth again. After that, I put on some makeup, and curled my hair.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Justin was still on the couch. He looked up at me, and his jaw dropped. He stood up immediately.

"You look gorgeous!" He exclaimed.

I smiled. "Thank you."

He linked his arm through mine and led me out of the door.

*Later*

"Justin that was amazing! And you're right, you do eat like a pig."

He laughed. "I told you! You don't eat like one though."

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't?"

He shook his head no.

"Interesting." I said.

He wrapped his hand around mine and led me to his car. When we got there, he opened the door for me.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He said.

When we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, we automatically stopped talking. We were silent for a while, until Justin spoke up.

"Do you think that tonight would be a good night for me to ask permission from your parents?"

I thought about it. "Um, yeah, I guess."

"Or should I wait?"

"I don't think you should wait, I mean, I'm only going to be here for one more week."

"Oh, yeah…" He sounded hurt.

I looked over at him. "If you ask tonight, then maybe they'll agree. Then I won't have to be away from you."

He nodded. I thought about something.

"What if they say no?" I asked.

He stared out at the road for a few minutes. "I'll persuade them to let you come with me. When I want something, I won't stop until I get it. And Chelsea, I want you. I'm not stopping until you're mine."

I felt tears sting my eyes. I chose not to say anything, because I didn't want him to know that I was on the verge of crying. So I just smiled and nodded.

Oh well, my cover didn't work.

"Chelsea, are you crying?" he asked.

I sniffed and shook my head. "No, I'm not."

He chuckled. "Yes you are."

I protested. "No, I'm not!" Although, you can hear the crack in my voice.

"Uh, yes, you are."

I sighed. "Alright, fine! I'm crying okay?" I sniffed.

The next thing I knew, he was pulling into the hotel parking lot.

He parked in an available spot and turned off the car. Then he looked at me.

I was crying just a tad bit harder now.

"Why are you crying?" Justin asked.

"I…I don't know." I said. I didn't feel like getting all emotional.

"Yes you do."

The way he was talking was annoying me.

"Will you please stop talking like a robot?! It's really annoying!"

He laughed. "Oh, Chelsea. You crack me up."

"So you think that my crying over something is funny?" I shouted.

He raised his hands. "No, no, I mean, you know why you're crying, yet, you tell me you don't."

"How is that funny?"

He smiled. Then he randomly burst into song.

"I know you love me, I know you care. Just shout whenever, and I'll be there. You want my love, you want my heart, and we will never, ever, ever be apart."

I wiped my eyes and just looked at him.

"What, is this supposed to be some kind of musical now?" I asked, smiling.

He continued.

"Are we an item? Girl, quit playing. We're just friends? What are you saying? Said there's another, look right in my eyes. My first love broke my heart for the first time…"

I had officially stopped crying.

"I'll do what it takes to get you to stop crying. A wonderful girl like you doesn't need to cry over something as silly as a sentence."

Tears stung my eyes again, but Justin placed my head in his hands and kissed me before I could start up again.

When he pulled away, he was smiling.

"Looks like it's time to get permission from your parents now." He said.

I automatically felt scared. I hope they agree.

He got out of the car and walked around to my side to open the door.

Then he grabbed my hand, and we were off to my hotel room.