Ch. 4 – Realization

July 3, 2010

"Justin! Justin! Justin!" I hear chanting and screaming as I wake up from a nap. I rub my eyes and try to move my arms but Justin has his arms around me sound asleep. How the heck can this boy sleep through all this?

I lean my head back against his chest and think about the past week. After I told Justin about my surgery, he made sure to keep me busy even though it was his break before he had to major promoting and press for his new album. In our time together did do a few phone interviews from his "secret location" aka my bedroom. We both have gotten a lot closer in this past week.

This last thought made me smile. I felt Justin shift underneath me and stretch his arms. He shook me a little causing me too look up at him, he jerks his head towards the door indicating we had to get off. I groan and put my arms around him tightening my grip to stay in my comfortable position.

"C'mon Grace, we have to get off," he tried to pull my arms off of him.

"Nope I'm comfortable," I nuzzle my head closer to his chest. I looked up at him with a cheesy smile, but stopped when I saw he had an evil look. He put his hands on my sides and started tickling me, I tried pushing him off but I was laughing too much. "Okay I surrender, stop please!" I sat up trying to catch my breath, "You know we always manage to have a tickle fight in a car."

"Weird, eh? Let's go Rigby, we have stuff to do today," he started getting off the car but I was stunned by the nickname. He remembered I've always wanted that as a nickname, seeing as my first name is Eleanor. "Are you coming or not?" he had my wheelchair placed in front of the door. I just shook it off and just smiled.

"You know, your fans sure know how to give a wakeup call," I smirk at him. He laughs and pushes me towards the entrance to the building. We follow his team to where he was going to have a photoshoot. "Oh Grace I have a surprise for you," Justin had this excited look on his face.

"If this is another sneak attack involving water, I will be forced to run over your foot," I threatened him. He put his hands up in defense.

"No it doesn't include water. And no running over the feet, I need them to show off my awesome dance moves," he glides as he says the last part, but ends up tripping over his own feet. I start laughing at the body on the floor.

"Hey JB, next time try not to show off in front of the lady," said a voice I knew sounded so familiar. I turn to see Usher standing in front of me and a blushing Justin. I stare open mouthed not caring if I looked stupid. Out of the corner of my eye I see Justin getting up and brushing himself off. He waves his hand in front of my face breaking my trance, laughing.

"You jerk face! Don't laugh," I socked him. When I heard an Ouch I was satisfied.

"Damn Rigby, you're gonna leave me a bruise," Justin rubbed his arm, "I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. I'm sorry." He pouted while coming over to hug me from behind. I looked up at him and melted at how cute he looked. Damn him for being cute.

I sighed putting my hands on top of his that were resting on my stomach, "Fine I'm not mad at you anymore." I turned my head and saw Justin smiling; he kissed my cheek stunning me once again. He squeezed me tight and ran off to go talk with Scooter and Usher.

I looked over at him feeling a smile creep on my face. It hit me right then and there that I was starting to really like Justin. He put aside his time to relax to keep my mind off my surgery. He made me happy. But it scared me. Who would like someone who has to go to the doctor and have to go through long recovery processes because of a surgery? I felt my gut tighten at the thought of the recovery time for my upcoming surgery. I looked back over at Justin, he looked at me and smiled. I pasted a smile on for him, but inside I was dreading the day I go to the hospital and the day Justin has to go back to being the superstar.

Would he keep his promise?