Did I
mention I hate you;
This is NOT a Justin Bieber
story.
((Pt.
7))
Justin's P.O.V.
I could see tears dripping down her face.
I hugged her.
"Hey, you'll be alright."
She looked so adorable, even while crying.
"Why're you here?"
"My Grandmother died."
"Sorry, you know, I shouldn't even be
complaining-"
I grabbed Jessica and kissed her.
"Don't say that, you're everything anyone would
want."
She smiled.
"Oh, well, I'd better get going. See you later,
Justin."
"See ya."
She ran off in a different direction, and I went to find the
doctor.
For
the second time while running, I bumped into someone else.
I had finally found the doctor.
"Uh, Mr, uh,"
I leaned in closer to see his name on the card.
"Mr. Benjamin White."
"Oh, right, could you see my grandmother?"
"Yes, of course, now would she be Mrs. Kingsley?"
"Yes."
I led him to the room.
"Son, why don't you leave the chat to us?"
I nodded, and closed the door quietly.
Jessica's P.O.V.
Someone was coming.
I turned around.
"Hey-"
"Hi Jessica."
It was Justin. Again.
"Why're you here?"
I pointed to the room number.
"Yours is 308, mine's 311."
He gave a little up-nod.
"Whatever happens, we'll be together."
He kissed me on the cheek, and it went black.
