Forget Me Not
chapter 4
“So your telling me that you would rather be stranded on a desert island, on your own than give away your ipod?” I nodded and smiled.
“And if anyone, and I do mean anyone tried to go within 5 feet of my ipod I would seriously poke them in the eye” I answered in all seriousness, sending Justin into a fit of laughter. “You think I’m joking? I dare you to try and go near it superstar” I said poking him in the arm which made him laugh harder. “I have a question for you” Justin’s laughs became quieter as he listened to what I had to ask. “If you had to chose… Would it be sports or music?” He scrunched up his nose, obviously finding the choice difficult.
“Both?” He asked sweetly.
I giggled and shook my head. “Only one”
“Probably music then, I guess” He answered leaning forward and poking the drip that was in my hand. “I mean, I love both but if I had to chose… I guess it would be music… I’m here today because of it” I smiled and nodded, playfully slapping his hand away from the needles that were currently in my hand.
“I’m glad you showed up at my door… Uninvited though, might I add” He smiled, taking his hat off and flipping his hair… Again. “What made you choose my door?” I asked. He placed his hat back on his head gently, being careful not to adjust the now perfected look.
“My Mom asked the nurses to point me in the right direction to somebody of my age and someone I could learn from” He answered. “They said that you had been through a lot and probably could use someone as handsome as me to talk to”
“Is that right?”
“Yup” He said popping the p. “The nurse said that you’d had a rough childhood” I nodded in acknowledgement. “What’s that all about?”
“Uh…” I hesitated.
“Its okay, you don’t have to tell me” I shook my head. “No, I want too… I mean… Its kind of a long story. You might want to get comfortable” I told Justin pretty much everything.
I told him about my dancing and how my Mom got sick and passed away when I was about 9 years old. I told him that my father was a happy go lucky drinker who would pick a pint of beer over me any day and I told him why I didn’t cry at my dads funeral… He sat and listened, only intervening when he had a question or to ask if I was okay and if I wanted to stop. Every time he would ask I would smile, shake my head and carry on.
Why I trusted Justin, who I have only known for around 3 hours was beyond me… But there was something about him that made me feel safe. It might sound strange but I knew I could trust him with this, I knew he wouldn’t turn around and tell me that I was heartless and that I deserved it, no matter how much I though that. Justin Bieber was different. A good different don’t get me wrong… But definitely different.
“That’s a beautiful necklace” Justin said pointing to the small blue flower locket that hung loosely around my neck. Out of instinct I moved my hand up and touched it gently.
“Thanks, it was my Mom’s”
“What is it? A bluebell?” I smiled slightly and shook my head.
“No, its called a forget me not, its both my moms and my favourite flower”
“I’ve never heard of them” Justin leant forward and took a closer inspection.
“She gave it to you then huh?” “Yea, she said that she wanted to be close to my heart, and now every so often the sun will catch it and I’ll notice and remember all the good time that we had…”
“A forget me not…” Justin stated moving back to sit on the old chair properly. “That’s my new favourite flower” I smiled and opened my mouth to say something but the knock at the door stopped me.
“Hey my names Pattie, I’m Justin’s mother, your Olivia right?” The brunette woman said waving at me slightly. I nodded
“Nice to meet you Pattie” Pattie nodded in agreement and then turned her attention to Justin.
“Time to go Justin” He stood from his chair and took out his cell. Feedback Please ♥
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