Beneath Your Beautiful: 2: Up All Night.

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Chapter 2:

Thursday, April 5th, 2012

12:30am

“So what you’re saying is that you snuck out to get away?” he asked.

“Just for a while. I didn’t exactly plan on running into you and end up across the street from my house.” I smiled weakly.

“You live across the street?” he asked.

“Yup. I really don’t want to go back, but I have to…”

“You can stay here-“

“My dad would never allow it, plus, we just met and I don’t know you that well.”

He laughed, “I can’t argue with that.”

I laughed a bit myself and clutched the blanket tighter around my abdomen. It felt nice to be warm although I was starting to get overly hot.

“So, tell me, why was Justin Bieber out at midnight driving home?” I asked questionably.

“I was actually coming home from the studio, so I had a logical reason.”

“Uh, are you saying mine wasn’t logical!?”

We both ending up laughing and I rolled my eyes at him. Talking to him was so normal and easy. He was my first real friend in California.

“So, what are your plans after high school?” he asked.

“Well, seeing I’m not a famous singer, a famous YouTuber, or famous at all, I’ll probably just try to pursue some random career.”

“You don’t have any idea?” he asked.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to act or model, or be in some type of video business, but I know a girl like me will never make it, so what’s the point?”

He looked away like he was thinking. It took minutes before he replied, and I was a bit surprised by his answer, or you could say, objection.

“But you’re so- beautiful and funny and daring. I mean you jumped off of a damn balcony. What makes you think you wouldn’t make it?”

“I’d tell you if I knew.”

He seemed puzzled for a few seconds before he finally understood what I was trying to say. I changed the subject quickly to avoid a deep conversation. Those always scared me and made me feel like big decisions were being discussed.

“When are you gonna start decorating?” I asked.

“Tomorrow, or today, if you wanna be technical. I took the next week off so that I could just stay at home and get things done. After that, I’ll be off to Miami, I believe.”

“You’re doing it alone? I mean decorating?” I said surprised.

“For now, yes. It’d be nice to have a girls insight though, because they always have good taste, if you know what I mean.” He said hinting at something.

I knew that he was hinting at the fact that he wanted me to help him. But I wasn’t sure if I should. I mean it would be time consuming and we’d have to paint and- oh who cares! I don’t have any other friends here yet, so why not? I’d just do my homework each day and come over here, and I didn’t have school today or tomorrow so everything might just work out. That was if he even asked me to help him, I was already jumping to conclusions…

“Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I haven’t had a girlfriend for about a year?”

“You’re kidding right?!” I yelled.

He shook his head and looked away. I was in disbelief. How in the world could someone who looked, acted, and sang like him not have a girlfriend!?

“There is no way-“

“Oh but there is. I like to focus on my music and if I date someone, I’m afraid they’ll pull me away from it. I’m not sure though, I’ll have to take a chance and see eventually.”

I smiled at his response. He seemed to put a lot of thought into this whole girlfriend thing. As I stared at him, it was like I forgot that he was the Justin Bieber. I forgot that he was the most famous person on this planet. I forgot that girls would kill to be in my position. I just thought about a normal guy named Justin (who was really hot not to mention) that was sitting in front of me.

“I’ll help you.” I offered solemnly.

“Really?” his face lit up.

“Of course.”

I smiled and he nodded as he bit his lip.

It was already 2:00am and I was getting tired which absolutely sucked. I didn’t want to go home though, I didn’t know how to get back in either way. I’d just stay for a while longer talking to him. We talked and talked about lots of things and I found out a lot of personal things about him. Personal things that even his fans didn’t know about. I grabbed his phone once while he was talking and clicked the camera. I took probably about 100 pictures; most because I was bored, but also because I wanted him to have pictures of me. I watched as he looked through them after scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

“Oh, this one. This one’s my favorite.” He said as he showed me a picture of myself smiling like I was trying.

“Ew.” I automatically said.

“Should I put it on twitter?” he joked.

“Justin Drew Bieber! If you dare I will attack you.” I threatened.

“Why?” he innocently said.

“Because, then people would harass me for being with you and we all know how that’d turn out.”

“Fine.” He reluctantly agreed.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. Hanging out with him was fun and we’d already (surprisingly) become pretty close. When the clock hit 4:00am, I knew it was about time for me to leave. If my dad woke up for work anytime soon he’d freak out if he saw me gone.

“I have to go Justin,” I said standing up and dropping the blanket on the couch, “But I’ll see you around noon right?”

“Yeah,” he said in a sad tone as he stood up to escort me out, “I’ll miss you.”

“Really?” I laughed.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt to make me stay longer. I told him a billion times before I left that I had to go right away just in case, otherwise I’d get grounded or something. But he said he'd miss me? Ah who am I kidding... It was sadly a joke. He finally gave up and let me leave.

“I’ll see you in 8 hours or so!” I said as I walked down his driveway backwards.

“8 hours, you, here, helping me.”

I gave him a thumbs up and turned towards my house, jogging across the street and up my driveway. I snuck into our backyard and under my balcony. I had no idea how to get back up there, but I had to think of a way. There was a vine climbing up the wall but I wasn’t sure if it was worth it. Oh well, gotta try something. I found a foundation for my foot before I stabilized myself and started climbing. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it'd be, but I was barefoot so it hurt a bit.

I finally got to the top and jumped delicately over the railing and onto my balcony. I took a deep breath before opening the doors and peering inside. To my surprise, my dad was just walking through my door. My jaw dropped and I immediately tried to act tried and drowsy.

“(YN)?” he said as he opened the door fully.

“Oh, dad, you’re up.” I said groggily.

“What were you doing outside?” he asked suspiciously.

“I was getting some fresh air. It’s hard to sleep with all of this stress.” I lied.

“I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean to ruin your life like you said and I only-”

“Want the best for me. I understand dad, it’s fine.”

He smiled and looked into my eyes, “I have to go to work, but get some sleep, it’ll help. We can talk more when I get home though, right?”

“Of course.”

I smiled weakly and fell to my bed. He shut the door behind him and I smiled to myself once again but this time about other things. Everything worked. I cleared my mind, things got better with my dad, and better yet, I met Justin Bieber. It wasn’t even the fact that he was Justin Bieber, it was the fact that I had a friend now. I drifted to sleep, not even under the covers, smiling and dreaming of later today.

I awoke to the light shining through my balcony doors. I squinted my eyes and turned my head over to see the time. 11:56. Shit, I thought, I was supposed to be at Justin’s right now. I jumped out of bed quickly, took a 3 minute shower scrubbing my body vigorously, and hopped out, throwing on an outfit I didn’t care too much about to paint in. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it quickly, only to find out that I didn’t have Justin’s number yet. Great, I had no way to contact him and tell him that I was going to be late. I literally ran out of the door with my slippers on and my phone in my hand and fast walked across the street, avoiding cameras. Yup, somehow paparazzi’s got in here still, Justin told me that last night.

I walked up to his door and knocked on it lightly, waiting for an answer. Just minutes later, I heard the front lock click and I saw the knob turn, opening the door.

“Oh, look who finally showed up.” Justin teased.

I could tell that he was kidding, so I just rolled my eyes and dropped my head in shame, laughing.

“Hey, I just got up,” I looked at the time on my phone, “15 minutes ago.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, come in already before anybody sees you.”

I walked in behind him and followed him to his room. All of the rooms were already painted, so we just planned on painting his. He looked every room the way it was in the house except his, which was ironic. I hadn’t fully explored his house yet, so most of these rooms were new to me. When we walked in his, I wasn’t too amazed. I mean it was humongous, but it was about the same size as mine.

“You set some things up.” I said as I glanced around.

“Yeah, I thought I’d get a head start so we can start painting right away.”

I smiled at him and he did the same back. I loved when he showed his teeth when he smiled, they were perfect. I spun around slowly, looking for which wall to start with.

“This one.” I said, pointing to the easiest, largest wall.

“Alright, grab a paint brush.” He said as he pointed towards the bucket.

I bent down and popped open the can of paint. Justin watched my every move and I felt a little bit under pressure. I honestly had no idea what to do, I hadn’t ever painted a wall, and it just looked easy… I looked up at him and he was patiently waiting for me to begin.

I stood up slowly with the roller in my hand and walked back to the wall. I looked behind me once more and Justin just laughed at me.

“What?” I asked innocently.

“You. You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” he said as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Okay, maybe I don’t, but you can’t say you do either!” I laughed as I dropped my hands to my sides.

“Okay, you got me there.” He picked up a roller identical to mine and stood by my side. “Shall we do this together then?”

I nodded and we both rolled the paint onto the wall. It wasn’t that hard, at all, it just felt different. We shared the paint in the pan and I can’t say that it wasn’t getting hard after some time. When we finished the large wall, it was already 1:30pm.

“I think we’re doing gre-“

Before Justin could finish, part of my leg was covered in paint. He had dropped his arm down with the roller in hand and it brushed against my leg. We both looked down and Justin backed away from me laughing.

“Hey, at least we’re wearing crappy clothes right?” he defended himself.

“You’re right,” I said as I took small steps towards him, “That means I can do this.”

I rolled paint down the front of his shirt and he looked down in awe. I couldn’t help but bend over and laugh, holding my stomach. I looked back up to Justin and he was just smirking at me.

“Really? You wanna go there?” he said as he threw his hands in the air.

“I think I already did.” I laughed.

He shook his head and dropped his roller on the plastic covering on the floor. I was wondering what he was going to do, but I was hoping he wasn’t going to give up on painting with me, I was having fun now.

“Justin?” I said following him with my eyes.

I spun around to look where he was going and I realized then that he was going over to the paint can. No, he wouldn’t. We still had other walls to paint.

“Justin, what are you doing?” I said.

He grabbed a brush and dipped it in the paint. “Just getting some paint on this brush.”

“You wouldn’t waste paint, now would you?” I said innocently.

“Hmm,” he looked around, “Well we painted that wall white and the others are black… I think I like it this way. So now we have extras, don’t we?” he said deviously.

I smiled and shook my head, holding out my hands and baking away towards the wall. Before I could reply and beg him not to throw paint at me, he already flung it across the room. I jumped when it hit me and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw that Justin thought that this was a big joke.

“That’s not funny.” I reminded him.

I ran over to the paint can and picked it up, threatening him now. He backed away quickly from me and I couldn’t help but smile now that he was afraid of me. I felt so powerful, until he grabbed another can on the other side of the room and popped it open.

“Do it and I’ll do it, that’s how this works now.” Justin warned me.

“Fine.” I said.

I swung the paint at him and just as it hit him, it hit me. I dropped the can next to me and held my arms away from my sides in awe. I was covered in paint, I was completely white now from neck to toe and some on my face. But on the other hand, so was Justin, so we were technically tied. For now.