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Abused and Unloved ~A Justin Bieber Love Story~
Story published August 15, 2012 · updated January 27, 2013 · 48 pages · 3,804 readers · 22,190 reads
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  •   ~Skylar's POV~


The last thing I remember of last night was being scared to death while watching Insidious with the boys. I. Hate. Scary. Movies! I think I might of killed Justin from squeezing him so tightly throughout pretty much the entire movie. I look across to his bunk and see that he is alive. Sleeping, but very much alive. Now that I really think about it, I'm not even sure how I got into bed last night... I fell asleep before the movie even ended. I'm guessing I got up just long enough to walk to the bus, lay in my bunk, then crashed for the rest of the night.

I have been living with the Bieber crew/family for about a week. Everyone is so nice and welcoming. I loved everyone the moment I met them. It is the most amazing feeling, to have a family again. Ever since my mom passed away, I had no one who truly cared about me. Now, I have all of these wonderful people who make me feel like I matter. They like me. They really like me! I know it seems odd, to be so excited that people like me, but for a long time, no one has.

I decided it was time to get ready.

I didn't bring much with me the day I ran away, but when Pattie took me in, she showered me with clothes. Everything I tried on and liked, she insisted on buying. I told her that she shouldn't spend money on me like that, but she said she wanted to, because she never had a daughter of her own, and now that she has me, she gets to play 'Mom' and do what she calls "The mom stuff". In her eyes, shopping is definitely on the list of "Mom stuff". She is so sweet, and reminds me a lot of my own mother. I absolutely love that about her.

After I showered and get dressed, and did my make up, I decide to curl my hair. It's one of those days that I feel like looking extra super cute for no reason.

Just as I am walking out of the bathroom, Justin reaches his hand out to grab the knob, but I beat him to it. He takes a step back and glances at me. The glace turns into a stare.

"What?!" I ask. I look down at myself worried that my shirt is inside out or like in movies when they forget to put on pants, but mostly I was just looking for anything embarrassing. Justin stares for a while longer. Finally he speaks up. "Wow, my best friend is so beautiful!" emphasizing the 'so'. I could feel my face get hot. I am blushing major bad right now. I look at the floor. "Thanks," I say shyly. "Good morning." I finish. I look up and smile. He is STILL staring. "Morning." He winks. I get out of his way, and he enters the bathroom.

Justin called me beautiful, but in the same sentence, called me his best friend as well. *Sigh* Skylar, get a hold of yourself. Justin is an amazing person, not to mention a pop star. He can have any girl her wants. Why would he choose you? You're some charity case that his mom picked up at a fast food restaurant, who comes from a broken family. Don't get your hopes-


"Uh oh. My mom once told me that when a girl sighs, she's either: Over thinking, doubting herself, falling apart, or falling in love. So which one is it?" Ryan interrupted. I didn't realize I sighed out loud. But dang, his mom is a wise woman!

"Oh, nothing, I'm just tired." I said. "Uh huh." Ryan said sarcastically. "Fine, be like that. Don't tell me. It's cool. I'll just cry myself back to sleep..." He said jokingly. "Not now, Ry." I giggled. "Maybe later." He nodded his head in agreement. "Later."

I took out my iPhone, that Pattie, of course bought me, and went through my pictures. All of them where of Chaz, Ryan, Justin and I being silly. And one of my completed look for today.

Justin came out of the bathroom and back to our bunks with a towel around his waist. His hair was wet and he still had water drops on his face and chest. Dang. I could feel my face getting hot. Here comes the blush. Again. Justin comes up to me and shakes his head, getting me wet.

"Justin!" I squealed. "Justin!" He mimicked me. Okay, one, that is NOT how I talk, and two, I have to say  it was pretty funny. I laugh and slapped his arm. "I hate you, you know." I joked. "Then get off my bus, son!" He joked back. "Fine!" I turned and started to walk out as if I was going to get off the bus. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him and then threw me onto my bunk with him hovering onto me, all in one second. It took me by surprise, but it was pretty cool. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" "Oh, umm, let’s see… I'm 'getting off yo bus, son!'" I mimicked him. He laughed, because it a really bad impression. "You're staying right here." He said. "Actually, No I'm not. I have to leave. Get off me, Bieber!" "Leave?!" "Your mom could use some help in the kitchen. Are you going to help her?" I didn't let him answer. "Didn't think so." I smiled at him. "Feisty!" He said while laughing. "Now get off of me you freak, so I can help your mom make breakfast." "As you wish, Miss McClain." He said in a fancy proper voice. I giggle and pushed him off me and set my phone on my bed. "Put some clothes on!" I hollered back as I was walking toward the kitchen.

"Need help?" I ask Pattie. Before she could answer I started washing the dishes in the sink. "So this is what daughters do!" She said giggling. "You're a life saver, sweet heart." She added.

We cleaned, cooked, and chatted, and before we knew it the table was set, everything was ready and every dish we dirtied was cleaned and put away.

"Boys, breakfast!" Pattie hollered. Ryan, Chaz, Justin, and Scooter all came to the table. It still amazes me, eating as a family. The small everyday things that I have been missing out on for so long are happening. I have a family.


After we finished eating we cleaned up and had some time to spare before the bus stopped at the next city. Justin preformed again tonight. Second night in a row!
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I tuned to head back to the bunk room when Pattie stopped me. "I'm really glad you're here, Skylar." I pause. I tear runs down my cheek. I turn to face her. She walked toward me, wiped off my tear, and pulled me into a big hug. "You're the best thing that his happened to this family in a long time." I smiled and another tear came down my face, and I sniffled. She pulled away and wiped my tear away again. She kissed me on the cheek. There were tears in her eyes too. "Some way, somehow, you are going to be my daughter." A tear streamed down her cheek. I wiped it away like she did to me. She continued, "I will adopt you, or maybe someday I will force you to marry Justin." She kidded at the Justin part. She started laughing and I began to blush. "Oh my goodness! Nuh uh!" She read me like a book. "Really? Okay when we stop I'm taking you for a pedicure and then for lunch! We HAVE to talk about this!"

Okay. How could she tell about the Justin thing just by looking at me? That is so embarrassing! I am still blushing as I walk back to the room. Must have been mother's intuition, or something!

I walk into the bunk room. Chaz and Ry are playing COD and Justin is looking at his phone. He glances up at me, smiles, looks back at his phone, and back at me. Quickly he gets up and rushes toward me.

"Is everything okay? Were you crying?" He hugs me tightly and rubs my back. "No," I started. "I was just talking with your mom. She reminds me so much of my mom. I miss her. Spending time with your mom made me very happy." I choked out the last part. "Good. I'm glad." He kissed the top on my head, and squeezed me tighter. I blush. We feel the bus stop. I pull away a little and look up at him. "You ready for tonight?" I ask him. He picks me up and flings me over his shoulder. "Houston, here we come!" He yells as he runs to the front of the bus. I am laughing so hard, but in between laughing I pant, "Justin, put me down!"

You know who you are
And you know who you want to be.
Find the courage to be the better
"Me"

Never be afraid to be yourself. <3 Never give up on your dreams.
 If your dreams don't scare you, they aren't big enough.
 Remember,
 "The ones who mind don't matter, and the ones who matter don't mind."

 
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