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𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎

"𝙽𝚘𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."

𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎!? 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚍, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍!" 𝙸 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎.

𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛.

"𝙹𝚎𝚎𝚣, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎.

𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌? 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖? 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙴𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢.

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑, 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜, 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑, 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑧𝑜𝑜, 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑. 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒, 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎." 𝙸 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖/𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖.

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 '𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝' 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝! 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛."

𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜, 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟

"𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎! 𝙳𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛?! 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐! 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝙸 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕.

𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍.

"𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚘𝚊𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕." 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚒 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐽𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑦 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑦𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒

"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍! 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎!"

𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒

"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐! 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎! 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢!"

𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜?

"𝙽𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢. 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖! 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚖𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜!"

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

"𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢?" 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙾𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜.

𝐼 𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛

𝐴 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, '𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒', 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑏𝑦. 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑦?

"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠!"

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍'𝚜. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 1 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗.

"𝙾𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏*𝚐𝚐𝚘𝚝! 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙸'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

1 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒

𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜'𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎."

𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎.

"𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 2 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜."

𝙸 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠

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Capitulo 3-All I Need

   Permita-me dizer que foi uma das piores noites que eu ja tive que vivenciar nos meus 18 anos de vida!!eu estava com medo de que meu segredo fosse descoberto na escola inteira,ou pior,na cidade inteira!Depois de ser obrigada a dançar para o Justin para nao perder meu emprego,fui pra casa porque ja tinha esgotado qualquer força que ainda existia no meu corpo,foi tao horrivel!Ele me olhando,e URGH nao quero nem lembrar. 

    Eu faltei a escola no dia seguinte,eu sei que eu só estou adiando um sofrimento que vai ter que chegar um dia,mas resolvi ficar em casa,era fim de tarde e a aula devia estar acabando uma hora dessas,a campainha tocou,era Demi                                                                          

-Oi Demi                                                                                              

  -Oi Miles,voce tá bem?faltou a escola hoje e voce quase nunca falta-respondeu,ela nao sabia!Justin nao contou,ufa                                            

   -eu estava meio mal de manha,mas ja estou bem,só nao deu tempo  de ir    

-Hm,quer companhia?                                      

  -Sim sim,faz tempo que voce nao vem aqui nao é!                            

Ficamos um bom tempo assistindo tv e comendo besteiras,mas deu a hora dela ir embora e eu fiquei sozinha de  novo,pois meus pais se enfiaram em algum lugar por ai e aposto que nao vao voltar tão cedo,eu queria por ajudá-los mas nao depende de mim.Meu telefone começou a tocar.                                            

 -Alo?                                                                                                          

-Miley,quero que voce venha a minha casa em 30 minutos!-Justin disse rapidamente                                                                                          

  -Primeiro me diga como conseguiu meu telefone,foi a Demi que ....?

nao deu tempo nem de terminar a frase e ele ja havia desligado,pronto,ele consegui acabar com o meu dia mais ainda.                 Eu fui,estava curiosa pra saber  o que ele queria,eu sei que é sobre a noite passada,mas nao sei exatamente o que ele quer de mim.Cheguei ao endereço que um dia desses a Demi tinha me passado pra poder ir a uma festa que eu fiz questao de nao ir,ERA A MANSAOopa cara dele,eu interfonei e Justin abriu o portao pra mim,fui ate a sala de estar.                    

-O que quer de mim?                                                                                

 -Te avisar que eu tenho provas,se nao quiser que seu segredinho se expalhe voce vai ter que fazer TUDO,exatamente tudo o que eu quiser,ouviu bem?                                                                                      

-Voce deve estar louco de pensar que eu vou deixar um playboyzinho de quinta mandar em mim Justin Drew Bieber!pelo amor de Deus!

-Ah voce vai,se nao eu envio as fotos que tirei pra todos da escola,voce prefere assim?

-Tudo bem,o que voce quer?-disse,ele começou a me olhar de cima a baixo e eu ja advinhei o que ele queria de mim-NAO JUSTIN!VOCE É NAMORADO DA MINHA MELHOR E UNICA AMIGA!EU NAO VOU ESTRAGAR ISSO POR VOCE!

-ENTAO EU ENVIO AS FOTOS AGORA!NA SUA FRENTE,VOCE NAO TEM ESCOLHA MILEY!A DEMI É SÓ UM PASSATEMPO,EU USO PRA POPULARIDADE,EU NAO GOSTO DELA E EU NAO TE DEVO SATISFAÇAO SOBRE ISSO

-Eu te odeio,Justin,eu te odeio de corpo e alma-menti,eu sempre amei Justin,mesmo,ele estava com a Demi e eu sempre respeitei isso,mas eu sei que dentro de mim tem algo maior,um sentimento forte,que eu só sinto com ele.

-Voce vai dormir aqui-falou

-O QUE?

[lockscreens-yas]

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É uma fanfic da mIley e do Justin( JIley ), espero que gostem, fiz com carinho, ela ta recem no começo mas espero que gostem! pfvr falem oque vcs acharam! vcs podem me falar o que acharam na ask ou no twitter xoxo

[believingandneverleaving]

"BREATHE." | Sneak Peak! | (Jiley love story)

 I was sitting on my bed writing down some stuff in my diary. Thinking about what i'm gonna do over the summer. Well first i'm going to dance more. And maybe some more dance. And maybe a little more dancing. Let's just say i'm dance crazy. Mom say's i might be going to my dad's for the summer. He lives on the beach alone. See....my dad has lung cancer. He only has 3 more months to live. So i wanna be with him while i can. My little brother Rickey. He want's to see dad so bad. Him and dad have a special bond. My mom and dad are not together anymore. They split up when i was little before Rickey was born. Rickey is a good little brother he is only 12 years old and i'm 18. When i get to see my dad i will be so exited. Sometimes people call me a badass. Just cause i stole a shirt from a store and it wasn't even me!

(Thats all for now i won't write anymore if i don't get any good comments)

[jileyfanfiction]

When Two Worlds Collide: Chapter Seven

Miley closes her eyes in agony and bites down on her lip hard. She breathes for a moment, exhaling and inhaling slowly before fluttering her eyes open and pierces her skin again; sending the needle through the last hole. She then pulls the string all together to send the skin to touch another. That’s when she relaxes and lays back in the chair she’s sitting in.

Stitching yourself hurts like a bitch.

She breathes her regular, soft pace. She realized the bullet that Tony struck didn’t hit her leg, but simply just grazed it. Miley folds her body into the restful seat, allowing the pain to subside. Suddenly, there is a knock at her door. Her eyes flash open and she rises off her back.

“D—Don’t come in.” She hadn’t spoken of what happened the night before and didn’t want to mention it to her brothers. She felt it was better that way. She wasn’t lying, she simply just wasn’t telling them. And she didn’t need whoever would enter to see her leg either. “Tell me through the door.”

“We’re going to leave in a half hour to check on the new sample. Coming?” The voice belonged to Jacob. She swallows her pain and flinches as she slips out of the chair.

“Mm-hm,” she answers, trying not to walk on the leg and heads towards the bathroom. She was dying for a shower. “I’ll meet you guys downstairs in thirty minutes then.”

Miley and her brothers made money the best way she knew she could: growing and selling weed. Not far out of town, on her turf, she used her bright mind of chemistry and gardening to make different varieties of marijuana—ones no one has heard of or smoked—and she sold them to many, many people and to places she never thought she’d reach. The crew would make from $60 to even $6,000. No one can make weed like Miley can and she was one of the few best.

In a warehouse far from where no one would suspect, Miley grows her plants under light bulbs with a couple of frivolous gang members that are gardeners more than anything else.

Miley throws on a plain white top, a leather jacket, dark jeans, and black leather boots. Even though her attire seems plain, she still looked like her gorgeous self. She pulled back her blondish-brown hair in a hot mess of a ponytail and wore light make up.

“Want to carpool, Miles?” William asks as she descends the stairs with a helmet in her hand. William and the others were downstairs and waiting for her as they were told.

“Taking the bike, Wil,” she answers, winking as she passed him, walking towards the door and slipping on the helmet as she exited the house.

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“Lauren!” Justin calls out, rocking the crying baby as he paced back and forth. He seriously wanted to neglect the damn doll, but he knew Miley’s grades depended on it. What he didn’t understand was why she wanted to graduate in the first place. Justin stood in just a black and white cap, in which he wore backwards, shirtless, a pair of jeans hung loosely under his waist (as usual), and is completely barefoot.

“Yes?” She asks from the kitchen, closing the fridge after taking out the gallon of milk.

“I don’t know what to do with this,” he replies, becoming impatient rather quickly.

“I used to have a baby sister who cried all the time as well. He’s probably either hungry, tired, or needs a diaper change.”

“I already fed him, burped him, and changed his diaper well after his nap which was like ten or fifteen minutes ago.”

“Pacify him.”

“What, him?”

She walks into the living room with the glass, dressed in a black asymmetrical, strapless dress and is barefoot is well. “You know, a pacifier?” She raises an eyebrow as she passes him, her feet pattering against the cold, white tiled flooring.

“Can you—?” He hands the doll towards her but she lurches backwards, holding her hands up, shaking her head. She was adamant upon taking the child into her own hands.

“Go to the store and get him one.” She then heads towards the staircase.

“Wait, Lauren, what do you mean you used to have a baby sister?”

She pauses for a moment, her back towards him. “She died with my parents.” And with that, she continued to walk upstairs.

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“Listen, Miley,” the man on the left in a clean, cut suit begins as he sits across from her. “We’re here to help you.”

Her expression is almost expressionless, as if unimpressed and/or annoyed. These men worked for a bigger person, who heard of Miley’s business and wanted to partake in it. She didn’t want to share anything. The money was hers and her brothers—that’s final.

“We would provide security and more space,” the man on the right adds, folding his hands on his lap as he leans forward.

“And how much do you want?” William snaps, raising an eyebrow; annoyance written all over his face.

“Twenty percent.”

Miley and William exchange glances. That was way too much. Something vibrates in her pocket and she extracts her cellphone. It was Justin.

Meet me at the diner in fifteen. You need to take Drew earlier today.

She sighs under her breath. Dammit Bieber. There was only one diner in town and Miley knew exactly where it was. Why did he want to be seen public with her? Miley rises and shakes her head.

“Sorry, but I’m going to have to decline. If you excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” She places her phone back into her pocket and walks out the room, leaving William and the two men.

    “You couldn’t just drop him off, Bieber?” She asks, sliding into the booth as she sat across from him. She could see that Drew was clean, not crying, and was sleeping. Miley was rather impressed, but wasn’t going to say it otherwise.

“Where? At your house? So I can get jumped?”

Miley rolls her eyes. “Shut up, you won’t. Stop being so dramatic.” Justin picks up a fry, dips in the ketchup, and takes a bite. She reaches for one from his plate, but he playfully smacks her hand. He laughs, chewing and looking at shocked Miley.

“You didn’t ask.”

“Oh, Justin, can I please, please, please have a fry! I will die without it,” she begs sarcastically, holding her hands and shaking them.

“Since you asked that way…”

She breathes out a laugh and grabs a fry, but before she could bring it to her mouth, he takes it from her hand and eats it himself. Miley laughs again. “What are you doing?”

“Eating my fries, and you?”

She looks in his eyes for a moment, squinting lightly. Was Justin playing around with her? Where was this coming from? Her eyes trail down to his jaw and collarbone, to even his arms. He is looking so handsome today, not like he never did, and she just wanted to lean in and kiss—Miley NO.

She reaches for another fry, ignoring her thoughts. But, again, Justin takes it from her fingers. “Justin!” She says to him in a playful manner. “Let me have a fry!”

“Why?” He teases, holding the fry out to her and eats it before she could grab it. “I don’t have to.”

She rises off the seat, pushes him down the edge of the both he is sitting in with her hips, then sitting beside him, but keeps him pressed against the glass window with her butt and begins eating his fries. Justin laughs, trapped against the window and Miley’s body. “They’re mine now.”

She turns to him, their bodies pretty close to another. “Want a fry, well you can’t have it.” She slowly begins to loose her smile as she realizes how close they are to each other. Justin licks his lips as his eyes trail down to her lips.

When Miley feels the attraction, she moves back and coughs uncomfortably.

“Look, bring him tonight. I have plans right now and the boys won’t be home, so you can just bring Drew,” she says, rising on her feet. Justin nods, in some sort of trance of hers. He watches her walk out the diner and hop onto her motorcycle. He could not believe what he was feeling. He brushes it away, denying it and raising his hand for the check.

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Justin left Drew at home with Lauren, telling the gang that he would be going to Miley’s because she was home alone and he could inspect the house now when Miley would be asleep without any interruptions since the other members were out for the night.

He pulls up at the house and catches himself checking his appearance in the rear-view mirror, making sure that he appeared well. Why am I doing that?

Justin exits the car, ascends the stairs, and rings the doorbell. Miley opens the door and appears in a black v-neck and jean short shorts. Her hair cascades her shoulders and frames her face. Her features change from a smile to confusing.

“Where’s Drew?”

“He’s at my house, I thought I’d take this day for you.”

She squints lightly. “Hmm. And you drove all the way here to tell me that?”

He opens his mouth to answer, but can’t think of one. Instantly, he says the one that comes to mind. “I broke my cell phone,” he lied. “And I didn’t want to worry you.”

In the distance, a beeping is heard from a machine. “Oh, that’s my popcorn.” She turns her head in the direction of the kitchen.

“Watching a movie?” Justin assumes.

“Yeah,” she looks back at him, sheepish at the fact she was watching it alone because her best friend couldn’t come. “It’s St. Elmo’s Fire. 80’s movie, but I love 80’s movies.” “Can I watch it, too? I don’t really watch movies,” he heard himself say.

Miley hesitated, skeptical at first, but then opens the door wider to allow him in. “Don’t pull anything stupid, Bieber.”

Miley closes the door after he steps in and walks barefoot towards the kitchen to pour the popcorn into a bowl. Upon returning to the living room, she views him sitting on the couch, waiting for her arrival. She places two coke bottles on the coffee table along with the popcorn and sits beside him, but far on the same couch.

As time progressed, Miley found herself sitting right beside him and Justin found his arm lying on the couch, near wrapping it around her shoulders. Their hands would touch for a moment when they both reached for the popcorn and their bodies would brush against each other’s accidentally.

Slowly and reluctantly, Miley fell asleep towards the end of the movie, her head lying on his shoulder. Justin didn’t push her away, but only welcomed her and placed his arm around her shoulder. The movie ended soon after, in which he did enjoy, but didn’t understand how could two lovers be just friends in the end. Again, it was just a movie.

He carried her in his arms and brought her to her room to lay her in her bed. He noticed how light she is and fragile looking when asleep. She was at peace and he never saw this Miley when awake.

Perfect timing. He needed to get into the basement because last time he couldn’t. On trying to unlock the basement door, it was unsuccessful; thereby he knew he needed pliers or an ax. And thus, he began searching through the dark house for anything strong to cut that Miley definitely would have. In an instant, he felt something hit him in the back of the head and saw a figure in the blurry whir stand behind him as he fell.

Everything went black.

[x]

[drewsbiebur-blog]

I just posted a new story in JBFF.

It's called Heart on Fire, and it's a non-famous Jiley story, which is something I've always wanted to do. It's here, please read? asdfghjkl

i hope you guys like it as much as i do. :3

[andyouarejiley]

Chapter 11: It's Over

MILEY’S POV

We got twenty minutes into the movie and that's all I remember. I woke up, and rubbed my eyes, and noticed the television was on the main menu again. I looked over to see a sleeping Justin next to me. 'He looks so cute when he sleeps' I thought to myself, and then noticed how weird it was that I was looking at him. Right before I decided to look away I heard him say, "Take a picture it'll last longer" I felt my face get hot, and I looked away. "How long have you been awake for?" I asked him. He sat up and said "I woke up a little before you did, but when I noticed you waking up I thought it'd be fun to trick you." I rolled my eyes jokingly and said, "Well that was fun." this time he rolled his eyes at me, and we got out of the bed, and walked down the stairs and I followed him into the kitchen. I sat on the counter while he rummaged through the fridge.

JUSTIN’S POV

I looked up at her and said, "Do you want anything?" She thought about it and said, "Do you have any water?" I grabbed one, and threw it towards her, and she caught it and said "Thanks Jay." "No problem Miles." I said with a smile and started to walk towards her, and as I did she jumped off the counter. We were just inches away from each other, and I wanted to kiss her. "Miley you're so beautiful," I told her as I moved a piece of hair from her face.

She blushed a bit, something I made her do more often than usual, then looked down at her feet. I lifted her chin, and leaned forward, hoping she'd meet me halfway, and once I saw her move in a small smirk flashed on my face.

MILEY’S POV

When Justin started to lean forward something took over me, and I did too. I don't know, something about him just draws me towards him in a blink of an eye. Next think I knew we were kissing. He placed his hand on the small of my back and brought me closer to him, and I placed my hands on the back of his neck. Next thing I knew his tongue was begging for entrance, but this time I decided to be a tease, so I didn't let him in.

He groaned a bit and I smirked, parted my lips to get a quick breath, and that's when he entered. My hands ran through his hair, as the kiss deepened, and after a few minutes our lips parted, but lingered there for a minute.

JUSTIN’S POV

This was it, at this moment in time I knew I was falling for Miley. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and adorable. I was about to tell her, but then my phone rang. I grabbed it, and looked to see who it was. It was Scooter. "I have to take this, sorry I should just be a few minutes. I promise." She nodded, and I walked off and into the family room. I answered, and the first thing Scooter said was, "What the hell happened with Selena?" I sighed, and explained the situation to him about how she cheated on me, but left out the details with Miley. I didn't need him lecturing me about that.

Then he explained to me that I had to go to on a small tour in Europe for two months. My heart sank, 'Of course when I figure out my feelings for her, something pops up.' I thought to myself, then heard Scooter say, "Justin you there?" I sighed quietly and said "Yeah I'm here." He quickly explained the rest of the details and I found out I was leaving in two weeks. We said our goodbyes and then hung up.

When I came back into the kitchen I saw Miley checking her phone. I walked up to her, and said "Sorry again," She looked up and smiled, then said "It's cool, what did he want to know about Selena?" I nodded, and swallowed hard. Then said, "And he wanted to let me know about the tour I'm going on in Europe." When I said that I swore I saw her face fall, but I didn't wanna get too excited to find out it didn't happen. "When do you leave?" She asked. I looked down, and mumbled, "Two weeks."

MILEY’S POV

'Well at least it wasn't two days.' I thought to myself. Yeah I liked Justin, I couldn't deny that. I sat on the counter and then said, "Well I guess we're gonna have to make the best of it then.." He nodded, then said "Let's go do something, I don't wanna be in the house anymore." "I couldn't agree more, let's go bowling." Justin's eyes lit up, and he said "You sure? I'm a master of bowling Miles." He assured me with a smirk.

I playfully rolled my eyes and replied "Yeah I'm sure, I'm pretty good too, if I do say so myself." "Alright let's go." Justin said as he grabbed his and my jacket, then we walked out the house and into his car.

SELENA’S POV

I called Justin, it rang a few times, then he finally picked up. "Justy!" I exclaimed, he groaned. I knew he hated the name, but I loved it. "Selena, we're done." I laughed at first, then said "You can't be serious Justin." I immediately replied with "I'm not joking, I'll be over later to get my stuff, we're done. That's what happens when you cheat on people." Then I heard three beeps, signaling my call had ended. I couldn't believe it, he broke up with me..

Tears filled up in my eyes, yeah I cheated on him, but it didn't mean I didn't care about him. I sighed and walked into my room, then laid down on the bed and cried myself to sleep.

JUSTIN’S POV

I can't believe I did it, finally free from her. Miley looked at me in shock after she heard what I said to her. Then she smiled and said "Good for you Jay, you deserve the best." Then smiled, and said "So I deserve you?" She smiled, and blushed a bit. I chuckled and continued to drive to the bowling alley.

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thank you so much for reading. sorry this has been a slow going story. just been really sick, and i needed to get my laptop fixed so I couldn't make stories. Hopefully I can make more now, but the end of the school year is approaching which means I will be a lot more busier.  but thanks for reading and let me know what you think pleaseee<3

xoxo(:<3

[jileyfanfiction]

When Two Worlds Collide: CHAPTER SIX

-- Once he heard the multiple gunshots, Justin knew there was something wrong. Miley wanted to it go silent and unknown; not to get caught. He scanned the area with his eyes one more time before sliding into the back door quietly. He realized he was going to have to find Miley, save her, and then the baby. Because if it wasn’t for his accident, Miley would be safe.

Or maybe Miley had killed them all and she was safe already.

He walked into the building to realize that there were even more of the members of this gang. And that was when he grasped that he was out of bullets. They weren’t expecting this many people. Hiding behind objects, he caught the members off guard (from behind that is) and knocks them out without getting noticed.

“Get the fuck off me!” Justin heard Miley’s voice and it is near. They were doing something to her and it wasn’t going to end well. His heart was beating in his ribcage loudly and his palms were beginning to sweat. Grabbing a gun from one of the unconscious guards, he heads to the source of the noise.

"C'mon, Miles, don't fight it."

The door between them was large, rusty, and definitely looked heavy. He takes a deep breath before opening the door; relaxing himself so he would remain calm. The room is large and empty, for there is another way out on the opposite side of the room.

He is greeted to a shirtless Miley and a man he's never seen before. Justin began putting the pieces together. The man is touching Miley, Miley is upset, and she is tied up. This was definitely a rough situation.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Justin spat, holding the gun in front of him as he walks closer. Miley and the unknown guy look at Justin. Her eyes meet his in embarrassment and helplessness. The guy rises, laughing sinisterly, and looking at the other male in the room.

"You have him coming to save you?" The guy says with a scoff. Justin growls under his breath and Miley grips the rope. The guy steps closer to Justin, speaking at every step. "You seriously think you have what it takes, Bieber? You're fucking pathetic, you're a lowlife." As he speaks, Justin gets angrier, his jaw clenching. That's exactly what he wants, so Justin will think irrationally--he will act on anger. 

He snaps his fingers and two men appear at the other end of the room. Justin turns his gun towards them and the guy takes this as a chance to take it from his hands, the other two men from across the room get to Justin in time and hold him from behind by his arms. Justin squirms and tries to get from underneath their grasp, groaning as he does, but fails.

The guy cocks the gun towards Justin.

"Tony, Tony!" Miley shrieks at the scene, fear evident in her features. "Don't do it. Come here. Come here and kiss me." Anthony looks over his shoulders and gives her a sly grin. Justin looks at Miley confused, furrowing his eyebrows. 

Why is she saving me?

"Oh, really? I thought you hated this fucker. I thought you wanted him dead." He gestures Justin with the gun, having her eyes widen slightly.

"Do you want the kiss or not? If so, throw the gun across the room."

Anthony hesitates, but throws the gun across the room and walks up to her. Miley takes this chance and steps harshly onto his foot. As he falls down to his knee from the pain, she leans forward and knocks her head onto his. Anthony lies on the floor and the two men let go of Justin, rushing to grab her. She rises onto her feet, still strapped on the chair, and kicks the guy on the left in the stomach, having him stumble backwards and fall. The second guy on the left swings a punch; Miley ducks and as she turns around while ducking, hits the second guy in the back with the chair's legs, having him fall as well.

She drops to her feet and rolls with the chair on the floor, heading towards the first guy who is rising on his feet, and turns around; using the chair's back legs and stabs them in his toes. He cries out in agony. She then knocks her head back and hits his face with the back of her head. Using the chair's legs to their advantage again, she swipes them by his feet and knocks him back onto the ground.

The second guy rises onto his feet and she kicks him again, having him fall, doing all this strapped to the chair. She realizes that the chair isn't metal, but wooden. She could break it.

She runs back to the first guy, places her leg on his back to lift herself up off the floor, flips frontward in the air, and lands on her back with the chair on the second guy. The wooden chair breaks. Her wrists are still tied to two pieces of wood that belonged to the chair. The first guy appears again from behind her. She grabs his hand and twists his arm, flipping him over her and hitting him in the head with the wooden part.

He knocks out. She looks over at the second guy. He's knocked out as well from when she landed on him. The only one is Anthony. 

She turns to see him, rising off the floor and towards her. She is ready to fight him, but a sharp gunshot is heard and he falls onto his knees. Miley looks at the gun-holder. 

Justin.

Anthony cries out in pain. The bullet in his leg.

"I'm a lowlife huh? I'm pathetic?" Justin shouts, speaking in anger, a vein popping out his neck. "Where's my car?"

Anthony laughs and shakes head, deciding not to tell.

Justin shoots again in his other leg. Anthony hisses, clutching his legs as the blood stains his jeans. "In the back," he says through his teeth.

Justin hovers his finger over the trigger again, but Miley stops him, placing her hand over the gun. "Don't. Leave him here. We'll just burn the place down with him in it."

Justin looks at her, nods, and throws the gun across the room. He slips off his jacket and his shirt, handing the shirt to Miley. "Here."

"I'll fucking get you two," Anthony snarls. The two ignore him. Miley hides her smile and slips on the shirt.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Justin asks when they are outside and are pouring gasoline over the building. There were barrels outside the building containing the gasoline that are now in use. "I didn't know you could do that."

"There is a lot you don't know about me," she says, flicking her lighter and throwing it into the gasoline, holding Drew in the other one arm.

Quickly, the fire spreads across the building. The two watch it burn, side by side. Almost in awe at the bright coloring and the sound of the flickering fire.

"Let's go," Miley commands, turning towards the car. "Before the cops and the firemen get here." Justin nods and walks behind her, catching a glimpse of his old-stolen car burning. They had to. They couldn't take it and take the chance of leaving evidence pinning back to them. The cops would tell instantly by the tire tracks--not everyone in town owned a Range Rover.

Justin drives this time and takes her home. The car ride was silent--but a nice silence--not an awkward silene. As they appear at the house, Miley reaches to take the shirt off and hand it to Justin, but he places his hand on her elbow.

"Keep it." He had to admit it looked better on her than on him.

No goodbye, no goodnight, no thank you for keeping the shirt, no take care of Drew this time, asshole. She simply gets out the car and walks into her house.

She doesn't shower, she doesn't eat. She heads to her bedroom and sleeps on top of the blanket, clutching onto the shirt and pressing it against her nose. The smell of him helps her go to sleep.

[jileyfanfiction]

When Two Worlds Collide: Chapter Five

“You lost Drew?!” Miley exclaimed, her eyes widening and her face turning red.

“No,” Justin said rolling his eyes. She was totally over reacting. It seriously wasn’t such a big deal. “He was taken.” Justin reminisces back to last night for a moment, trying to figure out how he could explain the situation to her.

Justin holds onto himself as he bangs on the front door. His car keys also held his house keys. He kept cursing his luck over and over again.

Daniel opens the door laughing at something that has happened in the house, but immediately stops when his eyes lie on Justin. It is replaced with confusion and concerned.

“Whoa, what the fuck happened?” He helps Justin inside and sits him on the couch. The boys and Lauren crowd Justin in worry. He had a blackened eye, cuts, and dry blood along with dirt that crusted on his skin and clothing.

“What does it look like?” Justin barks, looking up at them. “I was fucking tricked by my dealer and jumped. They took my fucking car.”

“It’s not like you can’t get a new one,” Charlie stated.

“That’s beyond the point, dumbass,” Justin spat, venom in his words. “I had to walk here from the fucking pier.” Charlie looked down as if apologizing.

“Who were they?” Daniel urged further with questions.

Justin threw his arms up in frustration. “I don’t fucking know! They were the ones who did the dirty fucking work.” His vein popped out his neck and his friends took a step back in unison. He was really angry and they didn’t want to be the thing that he hit.

“How?!” Miley asked, gritting her teeth together.

“Would you lower your fucking voice?” Justin snarled, walking closer to her and lowering his voice as well. “When I was jumped, they took my car as well.”

“Who is “they”?”

Justin brought his hands into fists, closed his eyes and locked his jaw tight. This bitch was asking too many fucking questions. He took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. Miley realized this and her expression softened. That was when she become conscious of the fact he didn’t know either.

She looked at him when he opened his eyes and jumped her blue orbs to his chocolate ones. “I have a plan.”

Justin relaxed at her words. “What is it?”

“Just meet me at our school at midnight tonight. Dress in all black.”

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Justin parked blocks away from the high school, confused on what Miley had planned. He had received her text on where to meet specifically, but still didn’t know the details. His palms were sweaty and his heart was beating loudly in curiosity and excitement. He’s dressed in a black leather jacket, a black v-neck, dark jeans that hung below his waist, black high tops and a black beanie that sits on his head. He checks his black watch with encrusted diamonds and turns the corner of the outside cafeteria. Just in time.

He looks up to see Miley and his pants tighten at her attire. She wears a black blazer, a black corset top that showed her breasts, black leather leggings that exposed her curves, and knee-high high heel boots. Her hair was in a high bun and her makeup held a dark theme. She stands on one hip as she holds a black leather bag over her shoulder.

“Ready?” she asked with a grin. Before he could answer, she turned her back on him and opened the door that lead to the school.

She had to break in. The school is locked when closed.

He followed suit and eyed her body from behind. The only light was from the window that emitted from the moon, but he could see everything on her. The way she absentmindedly swayed her hips when she walked, the way she spoke like she owned the world, the way—

Bieber, what the fuck are you doing? No. No. No.

“You brought your car, correct?” Miley whispered over her shoulder. Justin nodded and watched as she opened the door to a room that belonged to Ms. Greene. Now, he was even more confused.

What the fuck is she doing?

“Good,” she said putting her bag on the desk and extracting black leather gloves. She slipped them on before typing on the computer and hacking easily onto the teacher’s user.

“I’m just here to be your driver?” he whispered with an eye roll.

“No, I need you so we can go get Drew afterwards.”

“You are taking this project waaay to seriously.”

Miley stopped typing abruptly and turned her head slowly towards Justin. “I need this project in order to graduate. This is my last chance, buddy.” She turned back to typing and that’s when Justin regretted his words. He actually felt a pang of guilt, but he quickly brushed it away.

“How do you know where to go?”

Miley stopped typing on the keyboard and began typing something from the screen onto her iPhone. “Remember the chip Ms. Greene said she put inside the baby? I’ve tracked it down and know where Drew is now.”

Intelligent and computer handy.

“Where Drew is, my enemy is.”

Miley shuts down the computer as if they were never on it and shows her phone screen towards Justin. “You know who this is?”

Justin looks over the address and sighs, shaking his head. “Do you know how many enemies I have?”

Miley chuckled in understanding because she too had multiple enemies, grabbed her bag and held her hand out. “Gimme the keys.”

Justin scoffs and laughs humorlessly. “What? Hell no.”

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Justin’s new car, a black Ferrari 458 Italia, engine roared loudly under rapid driving. Miley gripped the steering wheel with her gloved hands and pressed her foot further down the gas.

“The only reason why I’m letting you drive is because you brought the guns,” Justin lied, holding his black caliber 45 in his hand.

Miley laughed and began slowing down, rolling her eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she says parking a block away from a ware house. She discards her jacket and grabs her AK 47 that lied between them, then opening the car door. “Stick to the plan, got it? We get in, we get out.”

Justin sighs sharply and rolls his eyes. “Yes, mom,” he said sarcastically. He tried acting nonchalant, but he was nervous as hell. It was just them two and anything could happen. He begins to wish that he didn’t get weed that night.

Miley ignored him and began walking, holding her gun high up and walking towards the building. Justin couldn’t help but stare. She’s was the guy version of him.

He turned and capped his silencer on before walking to clear the security—as his plan was supposed to be.

Drop, drop, drop. The bodies he silently killed dropped heavily to the ground below them. He grinned at each body dropping, amused at his success. It was so easy for him. He heard several gunshots from inside the house and ducked, covering his head. That was when he knew something went wrong. That was not part of the plan. The plan is to go unnoticed.

Miley ducks and hides behind a wall, holding a USP .45 in her hands now. She holds on it for dear life. Her life that is. She is alone and vulnerable.

“Come out, beautiful,” one of the men say. She growls, hovers her finger over the trigger and turns to shoot. She misses, her bullet ricochets, and instead of hitting someone, someone shoots her in her leg. She cries out in agony and holds onto her wound.

“Nice one, Anthony.”

Something clicked. Wait, that name sounded familiar. Too familiar.

“Anthony Russo?” Miley asked, turning her head towards the enemies, but leans against the wall. There is a silence before he speaks.

“Who are you?”

“It’s me, Miley. Miley Cyrus. Remember?”

“Guys, put down your guns. Holy shit, Miley?”  

She sighs in relief and relaxes. It was over. She didn’t have to fight anymore. Simply talk to them, explain the baby situation, take it, and leave. Miley slowly exposes herself and fakes a smile, her leg in excruciating pain. She limps towards him. She couldn’t believe her luck, an old friend was an enemy of Justin’s. She hadn’t seen him in years, especially after he expressed his love for her and she rejected him. She hoped he forgotten about it or let it go and got over it. Hopefully.

But, out of all places, why the fuck is he here?

The handsome boy with a jaw line so sharp that it could break glass meets her half way with a metal chair in hand. She smiles genuinely this time at the sight of the chair and gets a better look at her surroundings. The room was vacant and free of furniture. It had a tall ceiling and wide windows. It smelled like mold and filled with dust.

“Coincidence?” she asks with a half smile, sucking her teeth while she sits down. Her leg was killing her. She was just glad it was going to be over soon. His smile turns into a sinister grin. Or not.

“Tie her up, boys.” Without hesitation, they were around her and tied her, even though she was kicking and screaming, down to the chair with thick rope. What was happening?

“What the fuck are you doing?!” She was confused, why was he doing this? They were allies, not enemies. Her heart beat in worry, but she wasn’t going down without a fight. What was he going to do with her?

“Boys, leave Miley and I alone.” The boys leave the room and Miley squirms into her seat, trying to get from under the rope. The heavy, copper door closes with a loud slam.

“Russo? What the fuck are you doing?”

He squats down at her level and looks into her eyes. His light blue eyes seem welcoming but they were the total opposite now. “Why didn’t you ever love me?”

Miley rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Get over it, Tony.” He was still on that?

He grabs her chin between his hands roughly and speaks in anger. “Now you’ll fucking learn.”

Miley pulls her face away roughly and snarls. “I’m fucking bleeding on my leg. Would you do something about that?”

Anthony was taken back. He wasn’t used to her boldness just yet. Instead of yelling, he grinned and gripped her shirt. “Well, I need to stop the bleeding.” He rips her shirt from her body and she gasps; her chest exposed out into the world. He takes her shirt and wraps it around her upper thigh tightly. She growls and tries lunging towards him, but forgets she’s still tied up.

“You’re under my control now,” he says, sliding his hands up her bare stomach and reaching up her chest slowly.

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WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE: CHAPTER FOUR

"Wait, wait. You're partnered with who?" said a voice on the receiver.

Miley sighed and closed her eyes. She's on the phone with her best friend, Shay, and explained her situation with Will and then Justin. She could just hear Shay hiding her laugh. "You heard me. And the little fucker slept over."

"Slept over? That's skeptical to me."

"He brought over the baby, I took care, and he must of fell asleep. Can we get back to Will? I don't know what to do about it."

"You have to tell him you don't see him that way before you really break his heart. And that won't be pretty."

"He's a 'man'."

"'Men' have feelings as well."

"Even Justin?"

Shay laughed and Miley knew she was shaking her head. "You have to be careful with him. I think he might be planning something."

Miley furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What makes you think that?" It's what Shay said next that made Miley tense up.

"Because he wants you dead."                                         ══════ Justin grumbled curses under his breath as he slipped his keys from his pocket. He was woken early by Miley because she wanted him out her bed. He was sleeping well and he hates being woken up at such an early time. He swings open the door and heads towards his room when a voice approaches him.

"Where were you last night?" a feminine voice asked firmly. Justin pauses at the first step of the stairs and grips the railing. He sighs sharply and looks over his shoulder. He was tired and just wanted to sleep. Not be kept from his room with questions.

"None of your fucking business," he spat. "Or maybe, I don't know, actually attend the meetings."

The female laughs and taps her heel on the tile flooring. "I'm sorry that I was out doing a job you assigned me."

Justin turns around and shakes his head. "You were supposed to grab that bag hours before the meeting. A kilo of my stuff was missing." Lauren's expression drops and her face drains of blood. "That's what I fucking thought. I have the right to slice your throat." Justin eyes her neck and she steps back. "Stay on your shit before sticking your nose into mine." Just as he's about to step back on the stairs, someone calls his name from across the house. He curses under his breath.

Can't I just fucking sleep?

"Did you get the details?" Daniel asks. Justin turns around to find him shirtless, showing his abs, and just in pajama pants. Justin raises his eyebrow, but brushes the detail away.

"Nooo," Justin says, stringing the sarcasm together. "I slept over her house for no apparent reason."

Daniel rolls his eyes. "So, what did you get?"

Justin sighed, but decided to give in. He opened his mouth to answer, but an unknown male voice spoke upstairs from Daniel's room. "Daniel, babe? Is breakfast ready?"

Daniel blushes lightly in embarrassment.

"Yeah, one minute, babe!"

Justin grinned at his reaction. "When did you get a boyfriend?" Justin knew Daniel was gay years ago, but he's very private about it and isn't flamboyant. It's not that he's ashamed, but feels it isn't anyone's business. Daniel was also picky when it came to guys and so, for the fact he has a boy in his room means a lot. Justin is surprised he hasn't been told yet.

Daniel scratches the back of his neck and looks at the floor. "You see, I was going to tell you.."

Justin laughs and pats Daniel's back once. "It's fine, man. Just give me a name."

Daniel looks up slowly at Justin and let's out a breathed laugh. "Spencer."

"I hope you stick with this one," Justin says walking towards the living room and throwing himself onto the couch.

"Boys!" Daniel yells up the stairs. "Lauren," he says, gesturing her towards the living room. The three boys walk down the stairs, grumbling that they have to be awake when the sun barely was.

"Can we hurry?" James asks, sitting down on an arm chair and then yawning. "I have a girl to finish in the morning."

Charlie and George high five him and Lauren rolls her eyes. "You guys are such pigs," she says, shaking her head.

"Anyway," Daniel said leaning on the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. "Bieber please share."

Justin sits back and looks over his sleepy members. "I was able to go over the whole house when everyone was sleeping. They have security systems on their front and back doors. They have two rottweilers in their backyard as well. All their rooms are upstairs and they keep their basement door locked. I assume that is where they keep their weapons. They also have a fireplace, so that is one entry that doesn't have any security. I know where all their rooms are and approximately what time they sleep. Miley sleeps the latest. That I am sure of. I need a couple of more nights before knowing. I'll send one of you to just watch from the outside."

Daniel makes an impressed expression. "Good work, Bieber. We'll be able to take their land in no time." He looks up at the others. "Meeting adjourned."

All in Justin's mind was his bed and sleeping. He kicked opened his door, dragged himself across his floor, and dropped onto his bed. He groans in comfort.

His phone vibrates in his pocket.

His groan changes to annoyance. He pulls it out and reads the message:

Pick up Drew tonight. He stood over my place last night.

Justin drops his phone and groans loudly into his pillow. This fucking girl!

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Justin steps hard on the gas of his car. The town lights run over his face as the moon is now shining. He glances at the rear view mirror to make sure Drew was buckled in his seat.

Stupid ass fucking project.

A crying baby was the last thing he needed right now. He looks at the road ahead and then turns the car onto a pier. He needed to be discreet and quiet as possible. The cops were on his ass and buying right now could be their window.

He kills the engine and steps out his car. He looks around before letting a signal whistle escape his lips. His man steps out the darkness in a black hoodie and Justin grins. He take out the wad of cash from his pocket and switches the bag of weed with his cash. But, as he turned toward his car, there were about four tall men he never seen before standing in front of him. His eyes widen and he turns to his dealer, angrily.

"You fucking set me up!"

One of the guys draw a gun and Justin holds his hands up in surrender. His heart beats loudly in his chest. He left his gun in his car. "So, you're the notorious Bieber?" another guy said. They were full of muscle and looked like the guys that did the dirty work. The fact that it was a trap pissed Justin off even more.

"Who do you work for?" Justin sneers, his anger building in his veins. He could not believe he was probably now going to get killed.

"Don't worry," the guy with the gun said before hitting Justin in the face with the metal weapon. Justin jumped onto his feet and ignored the pain on his face and lunged towards the guy. Before he could punch him, the other two grabbed him  firmly by his arms.

"You fucking asshole!" Justin spat. The fourth guy's fist made contact with Justin's face.

"You get angry fast, don't you, little boy?" To add injury to the insult, his foot made a second strike into Justin's ribs. He doubled over, but he didn't stop. They all had a turn in punching, kicking, and slamming him down on the ground.

Justin actually thought this was his day. Right by the pier, they were going to shoot him and have him "swim with the fishes". He coughed up blood several times before they kicked his stomach one more time. They dug into his pocket, pulled out something, and left him. Justin opened his eyes and see his car swerving away, throwing dust right into his open cuts.

"Fuck!" he curses loudly, slowly getting onto his feet. He groans in pain and clutches his stomach. He was going to have to walk home. Taking a cab is too risky. At least he was alive. Wincing in pain and trying to get home all dizzy, he realized something. Something very important. His eyes widened and he yelled a sentence of nothing but curses.

Drew was in the back of his car.

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When Two Worlds Collide: Chapter Three

Anger and disappointment bubbled inside Justin. He was angry at the fact that he finally found someone in interest of him (not that, that was unlikely) and a strong interest in her. He was disappointed that the girl was his enemy. The girl he has hated so much that her presence annoyed him. This had to be some kind of joke God was putting on him because it didn't make any sense.

He shoves open the door of his last period class: Health. He didn't understand the point of the class. He knows about his health, but doesn't care for it. The chatty students quiet down when they realize that the tough boy in school was angry. And making the angry kid angrier only resulted in bruises and blood. He licks his lips and runs his fingers through his hair, pulling at it as he does. His eyes fell on an empty seat and he just dropped on it. Crossing his arms, he looks towards the front of the class and his expression changes to annoyance.

"Where the fuck is the teacher?"

The class was quiet and no one dared to answer. Before he could open his mouth to ask again, the door opened to reveal the teacher carrying a cardboard box.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was held up."

Justin rolls his eyes. Typical. The teacher places the box down and places her hands on her hips.

"In this box contains your next project." She pats the box that sits on her desk. Students groan and roll their eyes. They didn't need anymore work piled on the tests and essays they already have to do. Before the teacher could respond, the class door opens and Justin could feel himself tense up again.

It was Miley.

She walks up to the teacher and shows her a slip of paper. The teacher introduces herself as Ms. Greene and welcomes her to the class. Miley turns to look at the students with a smile, but it drops once her eyes lock with Justin's. Everyone could feel the tension beside the teacher. That was because everyone knew about their hatred for another except Ms. Greene. Justin groans and rips the gaze between them.

Why the fuck is she in my class?

She finds a vacant seat as far away from him and looks towards the front of the class. Their classmates waited for a fight that might happen.

"Back to that project," Ms. Greene says as she walks in front of the desk. "It's the baby project, but much more advanced." She leans on her desk and looks over her students. “You can fail this project.” She turned and opened the box.

This is fucking stupid,Justin thought. He was just going to leave the baby under his bed. How would she find out, anyway?

Ms. Greene extracted a baby doll in a diaper and a blue shirt. “You will be assigned a partner,” she says. “Who will be the other parent. She slash he and you will be splitting the care for the baby. In this baby, is a chip, in which I know if she or he is getting taken care of. The chip in here sends everything to my computer and I’ll find out. If the baby cries, you must take care of him or her. They may be hungry, need a change, or even need to be pacified. My software will be grading you on your performance.”

I hope I receive someone that does all the work, then. I’ll flirt and bam, she’ll be under my charm.

“I had put all the boy names into this jar”--she places the baby back into the box and pulls out a clear jar--“so, the girls will be picking their fathers from here.” The students begin looking around and murmuring to one another, wondering who will be with who. “Alright, girls, come on up.” Miley nonchalantly walked into the middle of the line. She assumed she’d get paired with a geek who would be too scared of her to do anything. The teacher constantly told the giggling girls to stop peaking while trying to unfold the flaps. When it was her turn, she sighed and stuck her hand into the jar. She moved her fingers through it, feeling the papers until she finally picked one. She slipped it between her fingers, withdrew it out, and opened it.

Her heart skipped a beat when she read the name. She shook her head and attempted to put it back into the jar.

“No, no, no,” Ms. Greene says blocking the opening and looking up at Miley sternly. She places her fingers over the keys of her computer; ready to type. “Miley Cyrus, you have had a baby boy. Who is your father?”

Miley’s stomach twists in knots and she shakes her head. “Can’t I pick another?”

“The girls didn’t and neither shall you,” Ms. Greene said adamantly. “Who is the father?”

Miley closes her eyes and leans her head back, pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “Justin Bieber.”

Justin snaps his head up with wide eyes. “What?” “You just had a baby boy, Justin,” Ms. Greene says handing Miley their baby. Miley holds him in her arms. “What’s his name?”

Miley avoids eye contact from him and looks down at the baby. “Drew Bieber,” Miley answers before Justin can. Ms. Greene types it up before motioning for another girl to pick their father. Miley walks over to Justin as slow as she could, hoping the bell would ring and she wouldn’t have to face him. She would have rathered someone, don’t know, didn’t hate?

“Why Drew?” Justin asked with an amused grin, looking up at his baby mama. Miley looks up from the baby and down at Justin, rolling her eyes. “You know why. It’s your middle name.”

The students watched them intently; wondering how the two had even gotten paired.

“So, how are we going to do this?” he asked.

Miley sat near him, but not too close. He wasn’t too trusting, especially since he wasn’t being condescending towards her. “Do what?”

Justin breathed sharply through his nose. “This.” He gestures to the both of them. He was getting impatient. “The project.”

“We each have a day?” she suggested with a shrug.

“There are some nights you might have to take it.”

“He,” she corrected.

“What?”

“He’s a he. Not an ‘it’.”

Justin scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

Miley huffs while rocking the baby. “Can you take tonight? I’ll pick up Drew at your

place tomorrow.”

Justin tightens his jaw and sighs with annoyance. “Fine. But, what the fuck do you have to do?”

Miley grins at his curiosity. “That’s my business.”

The school bell rings and Miley slips the baby into his arms before leaving the class.                                           ══════ “Miley, what the fuck is this all for?” Will asks, leaning on the door frame of her room. Miley looks over her shoulder as she assembles a small crib for her baby.

“It’s some fucking baby project for school,” she snaps, looking over her shoulder.

“Why don’t you mind your own goddamn business?”

“Jesus, Cyrus, I was just asking.”

“Ask someone else.”

“Where’s the baby?”

Miley sighs and slides the mattress into the wooden crib. “He’s with the father.”

Will lets out a laugh. “What’s his name?”

“Drew.”

“Oh. And let me guess, the father is some geek.”

Miley gulps and stops moving. She looks into the baby bed and shakes her head.

“No. It’s Bieber.”

“What?!” Will yells. Miley snaps her head around and glares at him.

“Shut the fuck up!” she whisper-yelled.

“How the fuck can you have Justin? The one person we cannot have in this house!”

“I never said he would be and lower your fucking voice! Jesus Christ Almighty, I didn’t want him.”

Will walks into her room and steps closer to her. His jaw locked and his eyes glassy. “I don’t like him.”

Miley crosses her arms over her chest. “And I hate him. There we go.”

“You couldn’t pick a different partner?” he asked standing in front of her.

Miley rolled her eyes and sighed. “No, I couldn’t. Can we fucking drop it? I have to finish this.”

Will shrugged and Miley turns to her crib, sighing. She looks at the manual to realize she’s forgotten to put a screw in. She scans the floor, looking for the solo screw. “Where the fuck could it be?” she sighed impatiently. She wanted to finish this, shower, and sleep.

“This?”

Miley looks over to see Will holding a silver medal twist in his hand. Miley sighs in relief. “Thank you.” But, when she reaches for it, Will closes his hand into a fist. Miley closes her eyes and tightens her jaw. “I don’t have time for this, Will.”

“Time for what?” Will asks, playing dumb. He holds it above him, where he know Miley can’t reach it, and laughs. Miley growls and hops on her toes, trying to grab his hand.

“Will!” Miley barks. She grabs onto his shoulders, hops up, wraps her legs around his waist and grabs it from his hand. She grins in victory. “Got it!” She looks up at blushing Will and realizes how attached she is to him. She coughs uncomfortably and slides down from him. She looks up at him as his eyes were never away from her. “Sorry about that...”

Will shakes his head and shrugs as if it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s fine.” A strange vibe flows through the air and just in time, the front doorbell rang to Miley’s safety.

“I got it,” Miley twists the screw in before heading downstairs. What are you doing Miley? It’s wrong.

Miley opens the door and tenses at the body at the entrance. There stands Bieber with crying Drew in his hands. Tired and annoyance was written all over his face.

“What are you doing here, Bieber?” she hissed.

“Drew won’t shut the fuck up!” he spats, locking his jaw in place. Miley rolls her eyes and takes Drew from Justin’s arms.

“Come inside. Let me show you how to.” Miley gestures him inside as she rocks crying Drew in her arms. Justin hesitates, but walks inside anyway. He looks around, making sure that it wasn’t a trap.

“Why the fuck is he in here? You said he wasn’t going to be in this house!” Will barks loudly, emphasizing on “he” and “here”, as he walks down the stairs and his arms flailing.

“Will, please, shut the fuck up. I already have one baby crying, I don’t need another!” Miley barks in irritation. She looked at Will in full anger and that’s when his expression softened. Justin looks at Will with a grin, knowing Miley shut him right up. His eyes scan the luxury home, wondering if he could get any pointers. Their land was important as his.

“Yo, noisy!” Miley yelled at Justin from the top of the stairs. “C’mere.” Justin blushed lightly from embarrassment and walked up the stairs.

“Do you not know how to handle a baby?” Miley asked sarcastically while walking into her room.

“That’s not even a real baby,” Justin snapped, slipping a hand into his pocket and extracting a small box. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Thank God it’s not a real baby,” Miley said, laying the calm baby that now had a pacifier that was placating him. She waved the air dismissively, “Go ahead.” She began to change Drew’s diaper as Justin placed the white roll between his lips. Miley looked over her shoulder, watching him. She sniffed the air as she laid the tired baby into the crib. “What the fuck is that?”

Justin holds the blunt between his thumb and forefinger, white smoke floating out his mouth as he spoke. “Weed.”

Miley rolls her eyes and walks past him, bumping her shoulder hard into his purposely. “Rock the crib until Drew falls the fuck to sleep,” she murmurs. She walks to the bathroom and turns to look at Justin. “I swear to God, Justin, if I see you pulling a fast one, I will fucking kill you.” And with that, she closes the door and the sound of running water replaces their conversation.

Justin leaves the blunt between his lip as he rocks the crib gently with one hand. “Miley and I having a kid?” he says rhetorically with a scoff before taking another drag. “As if.” His eyes trail off their son and over toward her drawers. Looking towards the bathroom door and the room door, he makes sure no one is watching him. With a flick of his fingers, he throws the finished roll out her window and opens her drawer. Noisy Justin runs his fingers through her undergarments and pulls out a lacy thong. He grins and drops it back in. “Oh, Miley.” Before he shuts it, something catches his eyes. He slides his hand in and pulls out a picture. The picture was of younger Miley and a boy. He turned it around to see what she had written.

Will and I. ‘98.

It made him smile, but he wondered why she was hiding it. Justin slid it back when he heard footsteps from out the room door and closed the drawer. He rushed back to his son’s side and looks toward the door. It creaks open to reveal Will standing there.

“I hope you’re not pulling anything, asshole,” Will says walking up to Justin. He rolls his eyes and meets Will halfway in her room.

“Just a school project,” Justin says in annoyance from Will’s presence. Will leans close to Justin and stays close to his face. Both of their expressions were serious and dark.

“I don’t give a shit what it is. I fucking hate you. And I swear if she ends up with a scratch on her...” Will says, then pushing his pointer finger into Justin’s chest. “I’ll fucking rip out your heart with my bare hands.”

Justin laughs at his threat and shakes his head. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” The air as tense and still. Will finally broke the glare and turned, walking out the room. “Fucking prick,” Justin mumbled. He sat on Miley’s bed and looked over at his sleeping son. He then laid onto his back and sighed. “I can’t believe I’m fucking in her room.”

Miley turned off the steaming hot water and wrapped her towel around her petite body. The shower was exactly what she needed. It had placated her and had her tranquil.

She opened the bathroom door, hoping Justin would be gone, but was surprised when she saw him on her bed: sleeping. He looked calm--not the angry person he was most of the time. His chest rose and fell slowly.

Miley rolled her eyes playfully and sighed. “Jesus, Miley, you place yourself into difficult situations.”

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When Two Worlds Collide: Chapter Two

Beep, beep, beep, beep…

The alarm goes off, making its usual annoying sound. Miley groans and lifts her night eye mask from her face, squinting and hitting the button. She slumps back and sinks back into the bed.

“I don’t want to get up,” she whines, murmuring to herself.

“Well, you have to,” a voice says. Miley jumps and looks around.

“Who the fuck said that?” she snaps. She hated being surprised that way. Her room door opens to reveal Will standing there with a tray of food. “Don’t ever do that,” she sneered. Will smiled softly towards her, walking inside the room despite the anger she was clearly showing. Miley held up her silk sheets to cover since she is half naked. That’s how she always slept: in a bra and underwear. Her expression softened when she saw that he was just being sincere.

“What is it?” she asks, leaning her back against the headboard.

“I made you breakfast,” he said when he reaches her bed.

She smiles. “Really?”

He nods and places it on her lap. It was an omelet, a glass of orange juice, and a vase with a rose in it. Her stomach churned at the sight of the flower. He really liked her and Miley couldn’t be mean enough to tell him off. To tell him she doesn’t feel the same. Instead, she picked up the fork and took a bite. She looked up at Will in complete surprise.

“Holy shit, Will, this is one mean omelet!”

“Really?” He asks shyly, sitting on the bed by her. She nods and takes another forkful. Will sits by her on the bed while she eats. Something in her urged to tell him to leave, but Miley didn't want to be rude since he did make her breakfast after all.

"Thank you," Miley says sliding the tray aside and forcing a fake--but believable--smile on her face. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable with him so close to her.

"Can I get a hug?" He asked.

"What?" What was with him? He was being so strange. He couldn't be straight forward and that frustrated her.

His gaze falls intently in her eyes. "I want a morning hug."

Miley stifled a laugh and leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck, careful enough to keep the blanket around her in order to cover her. When pulling away, they seemed to linger close to another. Miley had an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach the whole time. His eyes fell upon her lips and that's when Miley knew what his intentions were.

"It's time for you to leave," Miley stated monotonically. He had to understand that nothing was going to happen between them. When he didn't response by getting up, Miley took it into her own hands by wrapping the spare blanket around her and marching into the bathroom.

What a fucking freak.

While showering, she found herself thinking about the mysterious boy from the night before. She couldn't wait until later when she'd see him and maybe get to know him better. The whole idea of hiding their faces was perfect because she didn't want to reveal who she really was: a ruthless, lethal leader of the gang that everyone in the town knows of. But, deep inside, Miley was dying to know who this man is.

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"Bieber, are you listening?"

Justin snaps out his day dream. He found himself thinking of the girl he met at the party. He was looking forward to tonight, even though her annoying ass questions were coming up constantly. She was adorable and man, could she fucking dance. He just hoped he wasn't going to be stood up.

"What? Yeah, man I was just..." He begins saying, but trails off when his eyes fall on Miley who is walking across the lunch room. His whole aroma changes and he growls under his breath. The sight of her pissed him off. He hated that they went to the same school--the only high school in this damned town. She walked with her group as if she ruled the school. This is Bieber's territory.

Justin looked back at his members who were focused on his previous gaze. "Those fucking..." a string of curse words sewn together was all that came from Justin's lips.

"Relax. We'll get them when they least expect it," Charlie said, watching the group walk out the cafeteria laughing and talking. And right before they left, Miley shot Justin a death glare.

That bitch.

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Miley wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans and gulped. Miley Cyrus was actually nervous. Miley is never nervous. What was this? She looked over her attire, in which she had changed into earlier before heading over. She changed because she felt that the male would identify her by what she wore earlier. She wore a white tank top, ripped skinny jeans that hugged her waist, and a pair of nude patent leather platforms. She grabbed her new mask, in which she lost the previous one and had to buy a new one on the way. Instead of lace like the one before, it was now black feathers that covered more of her face.

She took a deep breath, slipped on the mask, and stepped out her car that was in the parking lot. She didn't need the man to know who she was by her car either. The night is quiet as the only sound is the ping that emits from Miley's heels. She finds herself speed walking; rushing to see him desperately.

She opens the door of the movie theatre's roof and sees the man instantly: he stands by the edge, but leans on a silver box that was connected to the roof. She doesn't realize she's blushing until she feels the heat rise up her neck. Just his eyes on her made her self-conscious.

"You look great," he says as she walks closer to him.

"Not too bad yourself," she replies, scanning her eyes over his clothing. The way he wore his pants below his waist and paid attention to what he wore just was something Miley was attracted to.

"You have a new mask," he states.

She grins at the fact that he noticed. "Yeah, I lost my last one."

"C'mere." He sits down on the edge of the roof, motioning her over. "The view here is great."

She follows to where he tells her to sit and swings her legs over the edge. She wasn't afraid of anything, not even high levels. She looked over at the lights the town had at night that illuminated below the breath-taking starry night sky. It wasn't like a big city's lights with advertisements, but the stars had made up for it. It was incredible.

Why hadn't I seen this view before? She thought. Oh right, this is the Westers turf.

"It's beautiful," she whispers, her eyes scanning the view that seemed to take her voice from her throat.

"I come here to clear my head," he says, not taking his eyes off the view ahead of them. Miley nodded in understanding and scooted closer to then lean her head on his shoulder. She loved the fact that he was sharing his personal feelings. He had to be really hot. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and brings her closer. "Do you ever want to leave?"

Miley looks up at him with only her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"The town. To live somewhere else?"

She nods. "Definitely. I want to travel the world." She looks up at the stars; jealous that they aren't tied down here and can explore the entire universe.

"I agree with you on that, babe. I want to leave here sometimes." He speaks in a soft tone.

"Everyone wants to stay. You're too good to be true," she says with a giggle. "I feel that if you take off that mask, it's all a prank of some sort."

"I promise you that it's no prank." He laughs and withdraws his arm from around her. She looks up to see him fumbling with his mask.

"Wait," she says. "Not yet."  Her voice drops down to a whisper. She brushes her finger tips on his cheek that shows from under the mask and leans in towards his lips.

He grins, looking down at her lips and whispers, "What are you waiting for?" He crashes his lips with hers and she feels sparks fly everywhere. She kisses him back softly as he snakes his arms around her waist.

What they don't know is that only the mask makes them feel this way because they feel hidden. When that mask is ripped off, they'll no longer be that person again.

She pulls away slowly and wraps her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. Something about them were too familiar and her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"Who are you?" She moves her fingers to his mask and looked into his eyes for permission. He nodded lightly and she began lifting it off his face.

"My identity holds my past," he whispers as if speaking a warning.

Her smile fell when she noticed who it was. Justin fucking Bieber. She dropped the mask as if it was hot and pulled away. She felt her heart beat quicken and her eyes grow wide. This couldn't be true.

His face expression changed into confusion. "What is it? Is it because I'm the leader? I told you..."

She needed to get out of there. If he found out who she was, then all hell would break loose.She was panicking.

"I--I have to go."

He grabs her wrist hard as she turns towards the exit. He grabs her mask into his hand and rips it off of her face. Surprise and shock was written all over his face as he let go of her wrist. She dashed out the door before he could say or do anything.

The mystery man that she likes is the same man she'll always hate. How could I be so stupid? she thought. Then again, how could enemies be so alike?

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Miley pulled her locker open in anger, having the door slam against the locker beside it. After last night, she wasn't surprised: she was angry. Angry at everyone. She was finally getting close with a boy, something she has never done (except for Will, but that's a whole different story), and it was a boy she'd never get with.

Was it a prank? Of course not. He was as shocked as she was.

The school bell rang and she cursed under her breath. She had to deal with fucking teachers now. She wanted to be home, breaking things because of how pissed she is. People began to disperse and she slammed her locker closed.

How could I be so stupid? Stupid, stupid, stupid. This is why you don't open up, Miles.

The halls were soon empty and that's when she realized she had to hurry up to class. When turning, she felt a strong grip on her arm and slam her hard on the lockers. Her body colliding made the medal clash. She groaned in pain and looked to see who was holding her.

Bieber.

He got into her face, as angry as she was. "What happened last night won't fucking happen again," he sneers, his eyes jumping to both of hers. Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Don't worry about it, Bieber," she spat, snatching her arm from under his grip and looking into his eyes as well. His eyes were glassy and dark; unlike last night. "I wasn't counting on that."

[jileyfanfiction]

When Two Worlds Collide: Chapter One

The summer night air brushes with a cool breeze, bristling through the trees and grass as if the wind is running its fingers through it. The light air found its way to ripple through the light colored curtains located on a balcony of a room. And in that room is a blonde girl, sitting in front of her gold and white vanity. She hums a soft tune as she applies her makeup. Her skin is flawless and her plump lips are painted a fiery red. The beautiful girl rises off her seat when she is finished and smoothes out the black dress she is wearing for the evening. The top half of the dress is a corset that picks up her breasts whilst showing her thin figure. The bottom half of the dress is more of a silky texture and is long in the back while short in the front. The back of the dress lightly brushes her carpet as she walks to her dresser to retrieve her black lacy mask. For what? She is attending a masquerade. The town that she lives in holds it once a year, every year. She loves attending the event because she is masked and hidden. No one knows who she truly is. When the mask is taken off, she is judged by who she is with and the rumors people start about her. You see, this girl looks delicate and innocent, but she isn't. Let's give a bit of history here. This girl who is spoken of is named Miley. Years back, the town, though small, had formed two gangs due to the sides of west and east. Miley is the official leader of the East Crew even though the group is majorly male. They are identified by the colors black and white. Miley is tough, mean, and brutal. She isn't afraid to get into a fight with any man and has won each time. She sounds like a tom boy but she is far from it. Her closet is filled with designer clothes and she wears heels constantly. Now you must be worrying about this west gang. This will be brought up later.

As Miley exists her room, the sound of her pencil-thin heels made a ping sound as it hits against the wooden floor. She slides her hand onto the wooden railing and slowly descends the stairs. Her friends, which are in the gang but she calls them brothers, wait downstairs in the living room for her in their suits. When they hear the sound of her heels, they stop talking and look towards the stairs. They are in complete awe. They don't ever see their leader dress that way every day. Miley tries to hide the fact that she is blushing, with her hair as she feels all eyes on her.

"You look beautiful," Will, the second in command brother, says as he looks at her. Ethan bumps his arm into Will's in a way to tell to shut up. Miley grins and waves her hand dismissively when she reaches the bottom of the stairs.

“Boys, calm yourselves. Down,” she jokes, grabbing her car keys and slipping them into her clutch. The boys laugh and shake their heads.

“We can’t help it; our leader is hot,” Harry says, scanning his eyes over her body. The boys laugh again, nodding in agreement. Will punches Harry’s arm playfully. Will won’t admit it, but he likes Miley. Everyone but him knows he likes her. For some unknown reason, he doesn’t want to “put it out there”.

“Alright, alright,” Jacob says, grabbing his own keys from the bowl where they all keep theirs. “I’m ready to go see some girls.” Ryan high fives Jacob and laughs, making Miley roll her eyes. Boys will be boys.

“Whatever,” she huffs, opening the front door and walking down the front steps. She didn’t have time for their boy games. She wanted to get to the party already. The only sound was their shoes crunching all at once under the gravel ground.

“Miley,” Will says coming up behind her as she opens the door to her white Lamborghini Murcielago. She raises an eyebrow to show that she heard him as she slides into her leather seat.

“What is it, love?” She starts the car and it roars to life, making the sweet hum of a fast car.

“Do you want to go together?” This for some reason made Miley smile, looking up at him through the open window. Will was being shy, something Miley knew was rare. He tried holding up this tough figure that was just for show.

“It’s okay, hun. I can handle myself.” She winked and stepped onto the gas. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Will, but she only saw him as a brother. She grew up playing games and dealing with their neglectful parents. Not flirting with each other.

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That same wind from earlier enters through the window of another room. The male in this room stands in front of a full length mirror as he buttons the white button down he has on. He wears a suit as well, but with a pair of kicks instead of dress shoes. That is just the boy’s style. He brushes the front of his hair with the tips of his fingers as he leans towards the mirror; making sure he did it correctly. The handsome boy slips his black mask from his bed and slides it into his pocket.

Let’s go back to where the west gang was mentioned. This is the leader of the gang, the Westers: Justin. Their identified colors are grey and navy blue. Justin is fearless, strong, and feral. You must be wondering why they hate another. At first they were just small groups that go to the same school and live at either side of town. That still remains, but soon they both wanted to “rule” the town. Whenever one gang would put up graffiti, saying that they “owned” it, the other would cover it up with their own. It was more of a hatred that they developed in another. It also didn’t help when people would start rumors to get each of the gangs even more anger at each other. One gang always sees themselves better than the other. It’s all over property and trying to get rid of one another. Because this town isn’t big enough for the both of them, apparently.  

“Hurry the fuck up, Justin!” Daniel, the second in line from Justin, but isn’t even close by status, calls from the bottom of the stairs. “Stop being such a girl!”

Justin laughs, grabbing his suit jacket. The boys always like to make fun of him in any way they can. He checks himself in the mirror first, making sure he looked dashing. And how handsome he does look. He swipes his car keys off his dresser and swaggers downstairs.

“Do I look fabulous?” Justin jokes, mocking what a girl would say. The boys shake their heads, but holler in laughter.

“Where’s Lauren?” Charlie asks, fixing the cuffs on his suit. Justin shrugs. It wasn’t like he was checking on her twenty four seven. But, she better hurry up because he hates being late.

“Here,” a voice from the top of the stairs says. All of them, including Justin, look up to the source of the voice. There stands Lauren with her curled hair cascading her shoulders and her hazel eyes looking down upon them. She wears a strapless, tight, short black dress and a pearl necklace draped over her open upper-chest and lies on her collar bone perfectly.

She walks down the stairs in her heels, grinning at their reaction.

“Jesus,” James mumbles, watching her intently as the others were.

“Stop drooling, George,” she jokes, looking at the blonde haired boy. They all laugh as George blushes, looking away. To mock her, they boys begin making “ooh” and “ahh” sounds until she reaches the bottom of the steps. Justin leans his arm out for her to grab onto.

“Let’s go,” he says. She nods and loops her arm with his as they walk towards the car.

“Bieber is getting some tonight!” George shouts, cupping the rim of his mouth with his hands. Justin held his middle finger in the air as he closed the door to his grey Range Rover that Lauren had sat into. The boys laugh again as Justin slides into the driver’s seat, honking twice at them while driving away, as if to say fuck you.

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Both cars pull up at opposite sides of the parking lot. Both leaders slip on their masks before sliding out their luxury cars along with their members and walking into the party one by one.

Miley grabs a glass of champagne off a waiter’s tray and takes a sip, looking around the party. It wasn’t too loud, but the music was soft. She knew someone was holding an after party and she was definitely going to party there. Her eyes jump on a few cute boys, only telling by their hair and body, but none of them make her go “whoa”. She wanted to slow dance with a boy already, she hated being left to the side. It had been a half hour and not one guy has asked her to dance yet. Why was that?

“Ma’am would you like to dance?” She makes eye contact onto chocolate brown orbs. His jaw line is square and his facial features that weren’t hidden by the mask were really cute. He was taller than her and she noticed he didn’t wear the dress shoes that the other boys were. He was different and Miley liked that. She placed the glass down on the table beside her and grinned, extending her hand as an invitation to saying yes. She followed him to the dance floor, where she slipped on hand up his chest (purposely to feel if he had any abs, in which she found herself correct) and onto his shoulder while holding his other hand her other. They began to waltz like the others, spinning and sliding. He was taking the lead and Miley was rather impressed that such a young boy knew how to dance. He twirled her, spread them apart and pulled them back together. Her chest was pressed against his as she looked up at this unknown grinning man. She blushed and her heart was beating so hard, she thought he could feel hers. She was having this connection she didn’t have with anyone else. When the dance was over, he leaned down to whisper gently in her ear.

“Let’s get out of here.”

She obliges and follows him towards the exit, trailing behind while holding his hand. She pauses when they’re outside in the parking lot, a couple of people walking inside the building from their cars.

“Wait, I want to see your face,” she says. She wanted to know who this unknown male was. She couldn’t be following someone and not know who they were.

“I’d rather not,” he says. Justin didn’t want to reveal who he truly was. If he did, then it would expose his background, including that he was a leader of a gang. He didn’t want that just for one night. Miley frowned; she wanted to know who he was. It was obvious he was feeling the same as she was: keeping themselves a secret. She understood.

Miley nodded and continued walking. “Where to?”

Justin began to grow impatient. She wanted answers. Justin just wanted her to shut up. “You’ll find out,” he snapped, walking off the parking lot. Miley scoffed, but followed anyway.

You’re lucky you’re cute, she thought as she followed suit.

He ended up leading her towards the after party that was walking distance away. People kept their masks on, but the music was replaced with loud party music and the champagne was replaced with whiskey, beer and vodka.

Miley snatched a vodka bottle from someone’s hand and kept walking behind Justin, whom she didn’t know who he was.

“Dance with me here,” she says, grabbing his hands towards the packed dance floor.

She took a sip from the bottle and pressed her back against his, swaying her hips. She leaned her ass against his crotch and moved her hips hard to the music. Slowly, she leaned forward and was rubbing herself against him. Justin was stunned, but held her hips and moved with her. He wanted to tell her that he could handle her. She looked over her shoulder and at him, grinning. With all the people and the music, they began to get hot and sweaty. Miley was beginning to find herself catching her breath. The music, this unknown-ness lurking—all of it—was making this night a hell of a fun for the both of them. When the song did end, Miley handed the bottle to the boy. He brought it to his lips and downed it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was having as much fun as the unknown girl. Something about her attracted him and now that he could hide; he could show who he really was inside.

“Could I at least get a name?” she urged when they were outside again.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. What was with this girl and her fucking questions? “No,” he simply said. Before she could argue, her phone beeped and she grabbed it from her clutch.

Bieber WAS at the masquerade, he’s now at the after party. Where the hell r u?

It was from Will. Her heard skipped a beat and she gulped. She didn’t tell her members she went to the after party.

I’m at the after party…

It didn’t take long for Will to answer.

Get the fuck out of there before you see him and you lose your temper. We don’t need a scene.

Miley sighed and put her phone back. He was right because if she did, she’d start a fight. “I have to go, will I see you again?”

The unknown boy smirked and nodded. “Meet me at the roof of the Complex Movie Theatre tomorrow at nine. Wear your mask.”

She nodded. She had to admit that she liked the whole “mystery” thing going on. It was something new. She turned and disappeared between the party people.

Someone patted Justin’s back and he turned around to come face to face with Daniel without a mask. “Dude, when did you leave?”

Justin shrugged carelessly. “Dunno, half hour ago?”

“Why?”

Justin looked back at where Miley had disappeared, as if she’d show back up. “I just met a wonderful girl.”

Daniel laughed. “Oh God, Lauren is going to kick your ass.”

[jileyfanfiction]

Chapter Nineteen

“Ow, ow, ow!” Justin snarls, squeezing his eyes closed. I dab the disinfectant pad against his open wounds and sigh sharply through my nose.

“Well, if you fucking stood still it would hurt less,” I snap, trying to clean the encrusted dried blood off his face. He was being such a child. I’m trying to help him and clean him up.

“I doubt it.”

I glare at him and then he lowers his eyes. “It isn’t my fault you decided to fight him.” He stays silent. I look at him, daring for him to say something back. But, he stays quiet. The door of Justin’s house flies open, the sound of the wood hitting the wall made me turn.

“Hey, hey hey!” Justin warns, leaning up. He was serious when it came to his house. I turn around to see Scooter speed walking up to us and it hit me. I felt like this was all my fault. I knew Scooter was going to yell at Justin for the fight. He was fuming. And it was because I went with Liam.

I get up and off my knees, standing in front of Justin and interject while Scooter opens his mouth to speak.

“It was my fault,” I hear myself saying. What am I doing? Why am I defending Justin? Scooter looks at me incredulously. I could feel Justin’s eyes piercing behind me. “I shouldn’t have run off with Liam.”

Scooter’s eyes narrow in disbelief. “That still doesn’t give Justin a right to do the stupid—“ Scooter’s eyes run over my shoulder and at Justin “—idiotic, stunt he did back there.”

I slide to the side where Scooter looks down at Justin. I’ve never seen Scooter this angry. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He throws his hands into the air. “Do you know how stupid you made yourself look? How immature?”

Justin crosses his arms over his chest and furrows his eyebrows in anger. He didn’t like to be told he was wrong. “He kissed my girl,” he mumbles under his breath. Scooter rolls his eyes and rubs his hand on his face. I step back, not wanting to interrupt. I reach down for into first aid kit and place the now-cold ice pack onto Justin’s face. As if he already knew, he holds onto it. I hold onto his left hand and begin putting medicine on it.

“Fuck!” he curses as it stings against his open flesh. I start to wrap it up, ignoring his cursing.

“That’s what you get,” Scooter sneers. This was the first time I’ve seen him get into Justin’s face. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I’m surprised Justin hasn’t said anything back.

“I’m sorry,” Justin says softly. I look up at Justin. Scooter’s eyes snap open and his face softens. He squats down to look up at Justin.

“Look, I’m just worried about you. You’ve…changed.”

I pretend I’m not there. I just continue to medicate his wounds. He sucks the air with his jaw tightly and squeezes his eyes every time I do.

“How?” Justin looks at Scooter, his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“I know you don’t use violence.”

“I’m just letting my anger get the best of me.”

“Have you thought about how this is affecting Miley?” I blush, feeling their eyes on me. I look down, fumbling with the white case of the first aid kit.

“What do you mean?”

“You did this all in front of her. She even blames herself as you just saw. This affects her, too.  And she’s still by your side.” I look up a bit to catch Justin’s eye. He frowns at me. Scooter rises back on his feet and takes out his phone, his eyes running over the touch screen as he read the message. “The video of the fight is online,” he says, disappointment stringing the words together. At least the picture of Liam kissing me wasn’t. I let my shoulders drop in relief, which I didn’t know I was tensed in the first place.

Scooter walks out, his phone glued to his ear. I look up at Justin, whom frown is still present.

“I’m so sorry. This is my fault, not yours,” he says. I shrug, twisting my lips to the side. I was also worried about Liam. He was horribly hurt and was in the hospital. He was taken out in a stretcher!

“Look at me,” he says, his finger softly lifting my chin. I reluctantly do. He speaks softly to me. “I’m sorry. Look, I’ll make it up to you.” I bite my lower lip.

“How?”

“How about you meet me at the beach tomorrow?”

This makes me smile for some reason. He has something planned for me. “Okay…”

“I’ll text you?”

I tilt my head. “Calling me is much better.” I lean up to kiss his lips softly, smiling against them. I think things will work out from here. Wrapping one arm under his arms, I help him off the chair and towards his room. He winces and sucks his teeth as I try my best not to move so much.

I lay him on his bed, but fall beside him in the process. I laugh at my clumsiness.

He says it again. “I’m sorry, you know?”

I roll my eyes and face him. “Yes, I know.” He winces but leans over, kissing my neck softly. Instant turn on. I bite my lip and rise onto my elbows. “I need to go.”

He brings me back down by placing his hand on my cheek and laying me on my back again. He slides over and hovers over me, kissing my neck and leaving sloppy, wet kisses. I feel under his spell now and I don’t want to go.

“I’m. Very. Sorry.” He says each word after every slow kiss, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. He reaches my upper chest, which is out because I’m in a strapless shirt. I close my eyes and his moaning name escapes my lips. It felt so good. His hands slide down to my shorts and he unbuttons them; still kissing my neck. He begins using his tongue and teeth, purposely leaving marks on my skin. But, I don’t care because it feels incredible.

“So sorry.”

He slips off my jeans slowly and flings them aside. He looks down at me as he takes off my lacey panties. Our eyes lock for that moment. He was doing this slowly to tease me.

“Show me how sorry you are,” I speak sexily, biting the corner of my bottom lip. I know he loves it when I bit my lip that way.

He grins and latches my legs over his shoulders, his tongue giving me true pleasure. I grab onto his hair immediately, moaning loudly. The way he was moving his tongue was unbelievable. He was darting his tongue all around my soft inner lips and clit. His fingertips grazing over my opening just made me overwhelmed.

“J—Justin…” I pull onto his air and arch my back. This was amazing. He was fucking amazing at this. I began to breathe unevenly and I found myself gasping for air. I didn’t want him to stop, I need him to continue. He slid his tongue into me and that’s when I felt myself tighten. I moaned his name loudly and raised my back off the bed, reaching my climax. He rose his way up from kissing my vulva to my neck again. I gripped the neck of his hair, trying to catch my breath. “Jesus, baby, you should sorry more often.”

I could feel him grin against my neck. He was definitely pleased with himself.

[jileyfanfiction]

Chapter Eighteen

I press my freshly mint-colored finger on the elevator of the hotel where Justin and I visited to see Scooter one more time. He wanted us to be in a magazine to tell our story to the world. The crash, living in a cave, the tribe. All of it. Justin wanted to keep our love life out of it, though. I blushed. I love the fact that he likes to keep us private. We held hands on the way here and the paparazzi began questioning us. “So ‘Jiley’ is true?” “How long has it been?” “Are you in love?” We simply ignored them and moved on, pushing them aside.

Ping!

Justin and I step out the elevator to hear a roar of fans screaming for us. We glance at each other and laugh. Walking out the hotel, the fans only scream louder. Justin whips out his camera which makes me laugh again. I wave while Justin records them, having them wave back in response and scream out at us. After a minute, Justin grabs my hand and we walk towards his car, having his body guard block the fans away. He opens the door for me, in which I slip in. He sits in the driver’s seat and laughs, starting his car.

“Jesus, they can’t get enough of us,” I say, looking over at Justin as he presses onto the gas.

He shakes his head and looks at me for the moment when he speaks, “No, baby, they can’t get enough of you.”

This makes me blush and I nibble my lower lip. I grasp his free hand and intertwine our fingers. He holds my hand firmly and smiles to himself.

“So, that date of ours,” I say with a grin. Justin earlier said he’d take me out to eat after the meeting with Scooter. Justin nods and takes a turn with one hand, then pausing at a red light.

“How about pizza?” he asks, looking over at me. He brings our hands to his mouth and kisses the back of my hand softly.

I giggle. “Just what I was thinking.” He grins and presses onto the gas again at the green light. How did I get so lucky? I can’t believe I’m actually dating Justin Bieber. I’ve done with impossible. Literally.

Justin parks in front of a pizzeria and once again opens the door for me to step out. What a gentleman. I’m so happy I could fly. I just want to kiss him so much, but I hate doing it in front of people because it ends up on the cover of the next paparazzi magazine. The whole restaurant was dedicated to homemade pizza and pasta, which smelled so delicious. The aroma was making me hungry itself.

We find ourselves a seat and sit across from one another. People around begin watching us, knowing full well who we are. I sigh and roll my eyes. Jesus fucking Christ. Can we ever get just us two?

“Ignore them,” Justin says looking up from his iPhone and at me. It’s as if he could read my mind. He slips the phone back into his pocket and leans close. “Mother wants to meet you.”

My stomach begins to form knots. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she hates that I’m dating her only son? What if she tells me I’m no good for him? “But, I already have?” I say, but it came out more like a question.

Justin lets out a laugh. “No, like meet her as my girlfriend now. You’re my romantic interest.”

I bite my lip and try to hide my smile. I never thought I’d hear him say that. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and look up at to see a waitress head our way. She smiles as she walks but it soon disappears once her eyes lay on Justin. Justin’s happy expression drops and his gaze falls upon the table. What the…?

“Justin,” she says it as if the name disgusts her.

“Kimberly,” he spats in return.

“You two know each other?” I ask, incredulous. When have they met?

“Small world, “she says not taking her eyes off of him. She scoffs and rolls her tongue over her inner cheek.

“I’d like another waitress,” he says, slowly looking up at her.

“Well—.”

Justin slams his fist against the table and growls. It makes me jump in alarm. “I said I wanted another fucking waitress.” Kimberley—or whatever her name is—doesn’t seem afraid.

“Fine,” she says firmly before turning on her heel and walking back to where she was.

I raise my eyebrow at Justin. “What was that?” That was something… I had no idea what to say.

“Nothing,” he snaps, flicking his gaze upon me. I’m taken back. We’re in a relationship, isn’t he supposed to tell me stuff like this? Not to keep anything back?

“Excuse me?”

“I said it was nothing.” He purposely says it slowly, as if I’m retarded.

“Justin, why won’t you tell me?” I’m beginning to get worried. He has to be hiding it for a reason.

“Because I said so!” He voice rose high. People began to look at us; noisy for any information.

I let out a humorless laugh and grab my bag. I was not going to be taking this shit. “Fuck this.” I rise off my seat and storm towards the door.

“Miley—.” I can hear him following me from behind. I’m so pissed off that I don’t want to hear shit from him. I push open the door and walk down the steps to bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t—.” I begin to say but stop when I look up to notice that it’s Liam. My eyes widen in surprise. And he’s alone.

“Miley?” For some reason, it makes me smile.

“Miley!” I hear Justin yell at me. I growl and take Liam by his wrist.

“Let’s get away from here.” Liam looks at me confused, but follows me anyway. I didn’t want to be near Justin and I knew being with Liam would do the trick.

Justin’s Point of View:

I’m so fucking stupid. Stupid, stupid. I always let my anger get the best of me. My fist collides with the wall to let out my anger. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then open them up again. She went with her ex, her fucking ex! The man who wanted her back and she picked me instead. I needed to go after my girl. I walk out the restaurant in search for Miley.

I huff around, trying to see where they went. I needed to find her before I lost her. People began asking me for autographs, which slowed me from finding her in the first place. I end up taking a turn into a park and spot them sitting on a bench talking. I smile and let out a sigh in relief. They sit close, but nothing too intimate. As I get closer, I see Liam lean in and kiss Miley on the lips.  What the fuck?! I dash over to them, my mind racing. This little fucker was going to get it. I approach him, pull him away by grabbing him by his collar, and with all my strength; punch his across the jaw. He falls on the ground and I hover over him in anger.

“You like following people? Huh?” I spat angrily.

People around us look up and begin watching. Someone takes out their phone. I no longer care. Liam slowly rises to his feet, but immediately runs into me and wraps his arms around my stomach to throw me onto the gravel floor. I hit my head against the ground, but ignore that as well. I shuffle and try to get him off of me. More people surround us, just watching and videotaping. I flip us over and get on top of him, punching him again square in the jaw. He coughs, but punches me so hard that I fall off of him and on my back. He grips me by my collar and pulls his arm back, punching me again. I cough up blood and clench my hand into his stomach, to then having him hold it. He coughs in pain. I rise up, hold his shoulders, and knee him in his face. He falls on to the ground and then I look around. People are watching. Shit. This was going to end up on the internet. Fuck.

Miley is standing by and I don’t realize until now that she tried to pull me away. She grabs my arms with tears in her eyes. It makes my stomach drop. I’ve made her cry.

She looks up at me. “Please, s—stop.”

Miley’s Point of View:

Who did this kid think he was? Not wanting to tell me what the fuck is going on and who the fuck that chick is?

I look up at Liam, whom is calmer than me. My shoulders drop and I calm along with him. He smiles, looking down at me. I return it genuinely. We were walking slowly. I hoped fans weren’t going to interrupt us. I didn’t need that right now.

“The park?” He asks, gesturing up to it ahead.  I nod and just follow him to a near bench. “What was that about? With Justin?” He asks me when we sit. I look down at my hands and bite my lip. I didn’t want to talk about.

“Um… he’s holding stuff back,” I say. I was being vague, but then again it wasn’t Liam’s business.

“If you were with me, that wouldn’t have happened.”

I look up at him astonished. Did he just say that? He leans closer to me and smiles. I don’t know what to do. Is he going to kiss me? No, he knows I’m with—

The next thing I know, Liam’s lips are pressed against mine. I don’t kiss back. I keep my eyes open. I feel him pull away fast and then see him being punched. I gasp, covering my mouth. I look to see that it was Justin who did it.

“Justin! Stop it!”

They’re soon on the floor, fighting with another… over me. People are watching. They gather around but do nothing. I get up and try to pull Justin off Liam, but Liam punches him. I yelp again, feeling my eyes sting with tears. I don’t want them fighting.

“Liam! Justin! Stop!” They don’t stop. They continue to go at it. I don’t want anyone hurt. When Liam ends up on the floor, I feel tears stream down my cheeks. I walk in front of Justin before he could do anything else. I grip his arms and look up at him.

“Please, s—stop.”

[jileyfanfiction]

Chapter Seventeen

Everything was happening so fast, I couldn’t grasp it all. From landing home, being shoved into a hospital, seeing my family and friends, and then finally able to be in my own house. It hasn’t been easy especially for the fact I haven’t seen Justin in days. I don’t know if he wants to talk just yet since we haven’t been back for long. Scooter had called to say that the tour was postponed, but no mention of Justin’s heath.

Our last night at the tribe continues to replay in my mind. I smile to myself as I do. I can’t get it out my brain. That night of us making love was amazing. I want to cuddle next to him and kiss his soft lips. I miss him already.

My phone makes a beep and I rush to grab it off my night stand, hoping that it is Justin. Liam has been texting and calling, but I’ve been ignoring them. I don’t want to speak to him. It’s Justin! My heart beats fast as I read it.

Hey babe ;) Come over? House is lonely without you.

I giggle, respond to the message, and rush out of my bed. I know I’m smiling like a little girl, but I don’t care.

Justin’s Point of View

I grin when I read Miley’s reply and place my phone aside. I can’t believe that I actually really like this girl. I see myself falling for her.  She’s so beautiful, sweet, caring, loving…the list can go on. I’m actually excited for her to come over.

There is a rapping at the door and I rise from my couch to receive it. Miley couldn’t have driven here that fast, so who was it? As I open the door, my eyes land on Selena. She has a worried expression on her face that is somewhat sad. She immediately wraps her arms around my neck into a tight hug, pushing us back inside my house.

“Oh my God! I was so fucking worried!” She says. I hug her back and chuckle. It’s normal for her to worry. I received phone calls, guests, and tweets from fans saying how much they were happy that I was healthy and alive. Mom was weeping and held me so tight I couldn’t breathe. She never gave up hope and thanked God for keeping me safe.

I close the door and walk towards my living room. I figure if I speak to her for a bit and then rush her out before Miley comes, it won’t be such a big deal. Selena follows and sits beside me on the couch, smiling.

“You have no idea. I prayed to God, hoping—begging—that you weren’t dead. Your fans—oh my God, your fans went wild. They held events where they held candles and prayed for you. Everyone was worried.”

I smile, happy that people actually cared about me. “I know. I’m just glad I’m alive. I have God to thank for that.”

She inches closer, but I begin to move further back. I give her a confused look.

“You being away made me realize something.” She begins to move her upper body against mine. I hesitate, not knowing what to do.

“Selena—.”

She shakes her head and places her index finger against my lips. My heart beats rapidly and my eyes widen. I don’t want this. I’m over Selena. It’s been a while since her and I were together and it was going to stay that way.

Before I know it, her shirt is on the ground and she’s straddling my waist. I push my hands out in front of me and place them on her shoulders.

“No, Selena,” I say firmly. I look in her eyes, telling her that I’m serious. Instantly, she places her hands on my cheeks and kisses me. I don’t kiss her back. I stay there motionless. But, when she pulls away, I notice a figure standing a few feet away.

I turn my head and my stomach drops. There’s Miley. Standing. Shocked, surprised, and heartbroken all at the same time. Tears well up in her eyes as she faces us. I’m so shocked, I don’t know what to say. I shove Selena off of me and rush over towards her. Selena yelps when she drops, but I ignore her.

“Miley, no, this is not what it looks like.”

She steps back away from me and looks down, not wanting to look at me. “No,” she croaks through her dry throat. She turns around and leaves as fast as she came.

Miley’s Point of View

I hit the gas and accelerate forward, wiping my running tears as they flow to my eyes. Everything is blurry, but I drive hasty anyway. How could Justin do that? I thought he wanted something? Then, why did he text me? Oh, maybe to fuck Selena and then me. Did what we share mean anything to him? I end up crying my whole way home. I feel so used.

I park and rush towards my door steps, but stop dead in my tracks when I see Liam standing there. What the fuck was he doing here? Great. And now he’ll see me like this. He looks at me shyly and then concerned when he notices that I’ve been crying. I sniff, wipe my eyes and shake my head.

“Liam, I don’t need this right now.”

I shove him aside and open my door, walking inside and try to close the door behind me before he could enter but he lets himself in; leaving the front door open in the process.

“Miley, I love you. I want—no, I need you back. You’ve ignored my texts, calls, and don’t answer the door when I come over. I’ve been worried.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. My ex wanted me back while the boy I crave for doesn’t. I turn to Liam and shake my head. Someone realizing after of what they lost. No. I bring my hands to my face and cry. I was done with boys. I cannot stand them. My heart hurts so much. I can feel it aching.

“Miley, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.”

I hear him walk up to me and then he grabs my hand. “Miley…”

I snatch my hand away instantly and wipe away my tears. “No.” I say it confidently, assuring him that I didn’t want to be with him.

“Miley, just give me another try!” He begins to get angry with me.

“I said no!”

“Miley—.”

“The lady said no,” a voice from out the door says. I look out towards the entrance of my house and see Justin standing there.

Liam makes a confused, angry face at him. “Excuse me?”

“She said no.” He walks inside and looks at Liam with a hard expression. My eyes jump to the both of them, afraid of what was going to happen next. I didn’t want them to fight. Please don’t make a big deal out of this.

Liam looks at me, turns back to Justin, huffs and walks out; hitting his shoulder against Justin’s hard purposely as he leaves.

“I don’t want you here either,” I bark at him angrily.

He frowns. “I don’t want her.” He walks towards me. “I want you. She came onto me, I swear Miley. I like you so much.”

Our faces are close by now and I’m looking up at him. Is he telling the truth? If he wasn’t, would he be here right now? He looks down at my lips and then my eyes. I inch closer and slide my hand to his cheek. I press my lips against his softly. I’m finally receiving what I’ve wanted. He pulls away for a moment, our lips making a sound when they separate. He leans his forehead on mine and asks the question I’ve wanted to hear for a long time.

“Will you be mine?”