The drive home was silent, except for the soft music playing on the radio. I looked out of the window and gazed at all of the sights.
It was beautiful here.
I started to think about my family, and Melissa. I wondered what she was doing right now. Probably off somewhere not thinking about me anymore.
"What's wrong Chels?" Justin asked, turning down the radio.
"Nothing's wrong. Why would something be wrong?" I replied, looking down at my hands.
"You want to go home don't you? Face it Chelsea, you don't want to be here."
I could hear the disappointment in his voice, and it made me feel horrible.
"Justin, like I said before, I'm just not used to this. But I promise you…I really want to be here. Seriously."
I could tell he was looking at me, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I knew I was lying, and I could tell he knew that too.
"When we get back to the hotel I'll help you pack your things." He said, sadly.
My heartbeat sped up. "No! No, Justin I'm not leaving!"
I didn't want to leave, but I missed my family. There was no in between. But I decided that if I wanted to prove to him that I really wanted to be here with him, I'd have to make an in between.
"You sure?" He asked.
"I've never been so sure about anything in my life."
I managed to look at him, and I saw his reaction. He was smiling, and looked like he was trying to think of something to say.
"You know, you're going to have to meet my mom and some of my crew today, right?" He said, his smile gone.
Crap, I thought.
"Oh, alright, cool."
"You're scared to death, aren't you?" Justin asked, looking at me.
"Nope. I'm not." I lied.
"Chelsea, come on."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine I am."
"Well, it won't be that bad. They're all really cool."
I nodded and looked back out the window. For some reason, the ride back to the hotel was taking way longer than usual.
"Why is it taking so long to get back?" I asked, looking through the windshield.
"I took a different route."
"Oh." I said, pulling out my phone.
I didn't have any new text messages, or missed calls.
"So…how many boyfriends have you had?" Justin asked, keeping his eyes locked on the road in front of us.
"Um, not many. Why?"
He shrugged. "No reason."
I smiled and said, "You were trying to get me to compare you to the previous ones I had, weren't you?"
He tried to keep a straight face, but failed. "Okay, you caught me."
He was just too cute!
"Chelsea…" Justin trailed off, and he reached for my hand.
"Yeah?" I asked, placing my hand in his.
"Are you sure you want to be considered as my girlfriend?" He asked.
I thought about it. I did like him, and he did really sweet things for me, and he was really nice.
"Yes." I said, not looking at him.
He sighed. "No you don't."
"Justin, why are you second guessing on everything today? First, me going on tour with you, and now this? What's wrong?"
"I just don't want to make you feel like I'm forcing you to do things. I won't be upset if you want to leave, or if you don't want to be my girlfriend. I just wanted to hear it from you."
I nodded. "Well, it's good that you asked me then."
We finally pulled into the hotel parking lot.
"Finally. It seems like we've been riding for hours." I said, opening my door.
"I was going to open that for you, but never mind." He said, laughing.
"How are we going to get all of these bags up to my room?" I asked.
He immediately looked down at his feet.
"What?" I asked.
"I kind of had your room changed, so we share a suite now."
I shrugged. "Oh, alright."
"Just leave your bags here, we'll get them later." He said, putting his hood up and leading me into the hotel.
We got up to our suite, and he opened the door, revealing a living space that was three times larger then the one Melissa, me, and my parents had stayed in.
"Wow, this place is huge!" I said, looking around the living room, and looking at the size of the bedrooms.
"You get first pick on which room you want." Justin said, walking up behind me.
"I'll pick the smaller one." I said, trying to determine which room was the smallest.
"Wouldn't most girls want the biggest one?" He asked, laughing.
"Well, I just thought you'd need a bunch of space." I said, walking into one of the bathrooms.
He shrugged again. "I'll take the smaller one."
"Okay."
After we determined which rooms we wanted, we sat down on the couch and watched TV, and waited for Justin's people to get here so I could meet them.
"Are you sure you're ready to meet them today?" He asked, placing his arm around my shoulder.
I nodded. "Yeah. I'm sure."
"Alright. They should be here soon."
My stomach flipped, but I tried not to show any type of expression.
"Hey Chels…" Justin whispered.
I didn't realize how close he was until now. I swallowed, hard.
"Yeah?"
I looked at him, and he was closer than ever.
He grabbed my face in his hands and placed his forehead onto mine.
Then he kissed me. It felt like hours had gone by before he finally pulled away.
He stared at me for a little while, I guessed to make sure I didn't pass out again.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to pass out this time." I said, smiling.
He smiled back. "Good."
Then there was a knock at the door. "Yo, Justin!" I heard a man say on the other side of the door.
"I'll be right there." Justin said, standing up.
"You ready?" He asked me, holding out his hand.
I waited a second before grabbing it. "Yeah, I'm ready."
He pulled me to my feet, and started leading me to the start of my new adventure.