Chelsea's POV:
When we got to the hospital, the doctor told us to wait in the waiting room until there was a room available.
"So how's your arm feeling?" Justin asked, poking at it.
I shrugged. "It's numb. I can't feel it anymore."
He looked shocked. "Is that supposed to happen? Oh my gosh, you need to get this checked out now." He said, standing up. The others in the waiting room looked over at him with their eyebrows raised.
I pulled him down onto his seat with my good arm. "Justin, calm down."
He sighed.
"Hello Chelsea." I looked up to see a nurse smiling down at me.
"Hi." I said, trying my best to smile back. She looked at my arm.
"It's understood that you think you broke your arm, correct?" she held up her clipboard and started jotting things down as I nodded.
"About how long ago did you injure it?"
I looked over at Justin. "Um, maybe about twenty five minutes ago?" Justin stated.
The nurse looked over at him. "And you are?" she asked him, smiling.
"Uh, I'm Justin. I'm her-"
"Boyfriend. He's my boyfriend." I said, cutting him off.
I could feel him looking at me, but I ignored him, and kept my eyes on the nurse.
She smiled even wider. "Ah, young love. Well, my name is Susan. I need to get some x-rays of your arm. Would you mind coming with me?" she said.
I stood up and followed her without looking back at Justin, even though I longed to see his facial expression.
Justin's POV:
Did I just hear her correctly? Did she just call me her boyfriend?
I was smiling so hard, my face started to hurt. Suddenly, all of the times I've been with her came into mind.
When we first met in the hotel hallway, her first day in Canada. Her best friend started dating my best friend Chaz, then she went missing, and then we found out that she was just in her hotel room.
Me breaking her heart by flirting with Lindsay. Me being crushed because she was hanging out with another guy.
I decided to stop thinking about it, because I realized we had more bad memories than good ones, and I needed to change that.
About an hour and a half later, Chelsea made her way down the hall next to Susan, the nurse.
They walked over to the front desk, and the nurse was talking to Chels, her head occasionally nodding, acknowledging what she was saying.
After a few minutes, she was walking back over to me, with her left arm in a cast.
"Hey." She said, sounding tired.
I was too busy looking at her arm to speak. "Chels, I'm so-"
"Don't worry about it. Seriously. It wasn't your fault."
I sighed. "Well, after your parents find out about this, they might not want you to hang around me anymore."
She shook her head. "It was my fault. I'll let them know that if they try to accuse you."
Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the hospital, and back to my car.
When we got to where my car was very un-neatly parked in the parking lot, she led me to the driver's side, opened the door for me, and told me to get in.
I raised an eyebrow. "Aren't I supposed to be opening the door for you?" I asked, looking at her arm, help up by a sling.
"Get in the car." She said. I did as I was told and got in, and she closed the door behind me.
Then she walked around the back of the car to her side, and slipped in beside me.
I had no idea what that was about, but decided to forget about it, and started the car.
"So I'm taking you back to the hotel right?" I asked her, backing out of the parking space.
"Yeah." Her voice was flat. I was starting to think that she was beginning to be angry with me.
"Chels, are you mad at me? I'm serious. I want you to tell me the truth."
She shook her head. "No. I'm not. I'm just tired, and my arm is bothering me."
I sighed. I knew she was mad at me for making this happen to her. But if she didn't want to discuss it, then I wasn't going to bring it up.
Chelsea's POV:
It was the end of our vacation, and I watched as Melissa and my parents packed their things onto the cart.
My things weren't going with them. I wasn't going with them. Justin's tour started back on Monday, which is in three days. I couldn't believe it. In three days, I was going to be traveling around with Justin, some boy that I just met two weeks ago.
I felt Melissa wrap her arms around me suddenly. "I'm going to miss you SO much!" she squealed. I squeezed her back.
"I'm going to miss you too." I said, trying my best not to cry. I didn't want my parents to think that I wasn't strong enough to go anywhere without them.
She pulled away, and then ran over and jumped into Chaz's arms. Justin was standing a good ways away, staring at us off to the side, his back leaned against his car.
I looked over at him, and he smiled and waved. I waved back.
"Chelsea, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." My mother said to me. I knew she was hoping that I was going to automatically change my mind and pack my stuff up into the car with theirs.
"I want to. This will be fun." I said, smiling. She gave me a puppy-dog look, and held her arms out to me. I laughed and hugged her. Over her shoulder, I saw my dad roll his eyes and smile at me.
"Come on honey, don't be a drama queen. If Chels thinks she can do this, then let her try. We can always come get her if she wants us to."
I nodded. "Yeah, you can."
My father looked over at Justin. "Hey, get on over here!" My father shouted. Justin looked shocked and scared as he slowly made his way over to us.
"Yes, sir?" Justin's voice was quivering.
My father laughed. "You don't have to be scared boy. I'm not going kill you."
Justin looked relieved. "Okay good."
Then my father turned all serious. "Don't let anything happen to my girl here, alright?"
He nodded quickly. "Yes sir. I won't."
They all put the last of the things in the back of the car and got in. I walked over to the back seat window and pressed my face against it, looking at Melissa, my best friend.
"See you," I said, trying to smile.
A tear slid down her cheek. "See you." She replied. I turned around and Chaz was there waving to Melissa.
"Bye mom, bye dad." I said to them, my mom about to cry.
They waved and my dad stepped on the gas, and drove off into the early morning traffic.