Thread: A Summer Like No Other ~

For the sake of this story, let’s just say that the age for legal drinking is 18 (because it is in my country :P)
Time for some drama! :O
It's gonna get really interesting real soon, I promise <3 Thank you all my lovely reviewers & readers - I love you all

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CHAPTER 30

I was first greeted by a tall skinny man with sunglasses. He took away my phone, gave me a number to pick it up, and searched my pockets for a camera. Then he smiled and let me in.

It was a well lit, medium sized room with a bar and booths. It felt very empty, with only about three other people there, occupying the bar. There was a small stage with a microphone and a karaoke machine. A small sign that said: Karaoke Night, Thursdays @ 8. Happy hour Fridays from 11 to 12 Beer is Your Friend

I sat at a booth. Justin wasn’t here yet, so I waited. I looked around, contemplated the paintings.

Soon after, the door opened and in walked an incredibly tired looking Justin. He dragged his feet behind him and slowly made his way up to the booth. When he sat down I could see he was looking kind of pale.

His beautiful brown eyes were filled with sadness and depression.

“Justin, what’s wrong?” I ask calmly

“Hey Eva…” He looked down solemnly.

Something is bothering him and this needs to stop. I couldn’t bear seeing him like this… he…

“Justin… I… Are you ok?”

“I’ll be fine, just need a drink” He made an effort to smile weakly.

“But I thought you never drank before?”

“I didn’t. There’s gotta be a first time right?” He laughed softly

“Justin I really don’t think this is a good idea. There are other ways to get your mind off things.”

“Believe me… I’ve tried. I’ll only have one drink.”

I nodded but I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Please tell me what’s bothering you. Sometimes talking about it helps”

He sighed deeply and slowly… He was breaking my heart.

“I can’t….”

“Justin…”

“I…”

He looks up into my eyes

“I trust you Eva. Promise you won’t tell anyone.”

My heart warmed up at those three words… ‘I trust you’.

I felt so… special. I just know that I would never let him down. I couldn’t. He means too much to me.

“I promise Justin, I won’t tell anyone, ever.”

“I’m…” He took a deep breath “I’m not who you think I am. Eva, I’m a bad person. I lied. I have so many problems going on in my life right now, I just don’t know how to handle it anymore” he let out in a painfully depressed voice

“What problems?”

“Well like… I…” he hesitated “I was a real jerk to my friends. My real friends. My best friends... Being with you made me realize how much I miss them. How much I miss talking and hanging out, just like we do. I needed you. I need true friends. You reminded me how great and important they are. And now I see… I ruined everything. I lost them… how could I lose them?” His voice cracked.

“What about Ryan, Chaz, Christian… and”

“It’s an act, it’s all an act! They can’t stand me anymore. But Scooter pays them. I found out… today…”
He gulped down his vodka.

“It’s been a year... I can’t anymore.” He looked down. I could feel from his voice how lonely he was… who could ever live without friends?

“Justin, it’s never too late to get your friends back. They can forgive you… You just have to do the right thing and apologize.”

“I have… countless times…”

We were both quiet for a moment. I was still in shock. I didn’t know what else to say, what more advice to give.
“You know… If…” I felt completely helpless. “I’m here for you, Justin. I’m your friend. And I’m going to help you through this”

He reached out and held my hand. My heart fluttered.

“I’m sorry Eva, but… I don’t feel like talking about it anymore... Could we change the subject?” he asked sadly then took two more sips

“Okay”

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CHAPTER 31

I tried cheering him up with a couple of jokes. They were so lame they actually worked. He was smiling. I told him all the jokes I could think of. Knock knock jokes, yo momma jokes… Anything. The mood lightened. Eventually, he was telling me a couple of jokes he knew. But his, of course, were much better than mine.

He felt better, and looked better. With time and more jokes, the color came back to his smiling face.

“Knock knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Boo.”

“Boo who?”

“Don’t cry, it was just a joke”

We both giggled.

“Ok ok my turn” Justin said “Knock knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Interrupting cow”

“Interrupt-“

“Guacamole!!!”

I chuckled “I think you’re supposed to say moo”

“What? Noooooo” he hiccupped

“But that doesn’t even make any sense!”

“Sure it does”

Little did I know it, but Justin was gradually making less and less sense with every sip. But no worries, I would find out soon enough anyway

“I think you’re getting a little tipsy” I said cautiously

“Don’t be so paranoid Eva” he put his hands on my cheeks and squished them together “OH MY GOSH YOU’RE SO CHUBBY”

I laughed so hard it started to hurt.

“ALRIGHT folks, karaoke night is starting so I’ma play some jams” The DJ said into the microphone as he spun a record on his machine.

Suddenly, Justin got up and jumped on stage. He pointed to the DJ and yelled “HIT IT!”

The DJ started playing Katy Perry. Justin grabbed the microphone and started singing

“THIS WAS NE – VER THE WAY I PLANNED.
NOT MY
INTENSION
I KISSED A GIRL
AND I LIKED IT”

I laughed. And laughed. And kept laughing.

Despite making a complete mockery of himself, I have never seen Justin this happy before, he was finally letting loose.

“J-Justin! Hahaha! Get down from ther-”

My sentence was interrupted as something hit my face.

I lifted my hand only to feel something soft. I held it in front of my and it was a shirt. Correction: Justin’s shirt.
Justin was presently shirtless, on stage, dancing and singing. I took a moment to admire his incredibly hot body.

A waiter standing nearby elbowed me and asked “Hey, is your buddy drunk?”

“I think so, but he only had one drink!” I smiled

“Still, it happens. Especially on an empty stomach” he handed me bread and water “Here, that’ll calm him down. But I dunno, I like this kid. He sure is making an impression”

I looked back to find all the other people in the bar laughing and singing along.

“Give him 10 more minutes, he’s bringing in an audience” the waiter smiles

I walk up to the stage. I know this sounds extremely selfish of me, but I didn’t drag him off just yet. I was enjoying the moment, watching him, just dancing and singing. He was just having fun. And smiling…

“Eva! Macarena!” he exclaimed in a Mexican accent.

“Wh-what?”

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up on stage.

“Come on Eva! Maccarena!”

“Hahah! No Justin, I think you’ve had enough fun for one night--”

Then he pouted, and immediately after did the randomest thing I could think of. He started crying.

“fualalabeuhwa” He said, pretending to sob.

“Justin”

“buhelalal?”

“fine I’ll… do the Macarena… Just please stop crying.” I giggle

Justin immediately resumed his maccarenaing with a big smile on his face.

And I heard someone from the crowd yell out “Yeah! Macarena!” as he started dancing along. Then others joined.
Most of the room is now either dancing the Macarena of forming a Congo line. There were much more people now than before, thankfully none of which seemed to recognize who Justin was.

When the song was over, I dragged him back to the booth, sat him down and gave him the bread and water. He pushed them aside.

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CHAPTER 32

“Here! I got you this” he says as he hands over a hula hoop and smiles

“Justin? Is that a hula hoop? What the-” I grab it. Then I hear a squeak. I look up.

Justin was holding a rubber duck.

I blink.

“Justin? …Where did you get that rubber duck?”

“Same place I got the hula hoop!”

I burst out laughing. Then I grabbed both items and headed back to the waiter.

“Excuse me, are these yours?”

He looks at me curiously and shakes his head “no”.

I look back at the booth and Justin is gone. Uh oh.

I put the hula hoop and rubber ducky back on the table and start looking around.

Someone else was on stage singing karaoke now. I stood up on a chair and found Justin next to an intimidating and buff man. I run up to them.

“You’re a pretty princess” I hear Justin say and I cover his mouth as fast as I can.

“Uh… hehe… please excuse my friend… He’s drunk…”

“I can see that” the man says, lifting an eyebrow.

As walk away, I ask “Justin! How did you get crayon all over your face?”

He puts his arm on my shoulder.

“Young Frodo, you have much to learn… for now, we must take the ring to Mount Doom.”

“Ooookay… You’re definitely drunk. Let’s get you washed up and take you home”

I led him to the boy’s bathroom and peeked in, there was no one.

He took two steps in then kneeled and put his ear on the floor.

“Justin, what the hell-”

“Shhh! They’re coming”

“Who’s coming?”

“They’re getting closer. I can hear footsteps”

I pinched my arm. Yes, this was actually happening.

The door opened and a man walked in. He stopped, looked at me, then looked at Justin, then continued to a stall.

“They’re almost here! Any second now”

“But Justin, the man already came in…”

“No! wait! Oh… no, never mind, they’re gone”

At that point Justin gets up slowly.

“I feel weird… dizzy… hey Eva, am I drunk?”

“Yea, I think so. Let’s get you back home”

“Am I a leprechaun?”

“No Justin, you’re not even Irish”

“Okay… jus don’t forget me pot o gold… it’s in the cubicle!” he said in an Irish accent

I giggled as I led him back to the car, sat him down in the back seat and put on his seatbelt. I turned on the car and drove to his house.

I didn’t mind chasing him around, it didn’t bother me at all. In fact I very much enjoyed tonight, I smiled to myself. It was the most fun I’ve had in a while! When Justin was drunk, he did the most ridiculously hilarious things.

I look back at Justin. His eyes were closed but he was smiling, and so I smiled too. He had crayon markings all over his face but still looked handsome as ever. Oh, and did I mention he was shirtless?

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CHAPTER 33

When I got to his house, I rang the doorbell. How would I explain what happened? No one came. I rang again, then knocked. They must be sleeping... I looked at the window in the top floor, and the light was on. I rang again. Still no one.

Meanwhile Justin had passed out in the back seat of the car. I tried to wake him up by gently shaking him, but to no use.

Hm… maybe he has keys?

I searched his pockets and found his cell phone and wallet. No keys.

There’s one last thing I could try…

I tried searching under the welcome mat, and sure enough, a spare key.

So after opening the door, lifting drunk Justin out of the car, carrying him upstairs and tucking him in, I ended up sitting in his kitchen, out of breath as I poured myself a glass of cold water.

Justin is a very heavy person.

The house was empty. No one else was home. Some lights were on only because he probably forgot to turn them off before he left. I searched around the house for anyone, but there was no other bedroom. Where did his mother sleep?

Does he live alone?

Then I remembered Pattie telling me he had asked for some time alone, maybe this is what she meant. I knew all about living alone, dad being on missions all the time.

Suddenly, I hear a loud thump coming from Justin’s room followed by an “Ow”

I head back upstairs and found him on the floor.

“Justin did you fall off the bed?” I giggled

His face squished to the floor, he mumbled something that I didn’t quite catch. So I lifted him up again and put him back on his bed. But this time, he grabbed hold of one of my hands and hugged it. His eyes were closed so I pulled the cover over him and stepped back to try and wiggle it loose, but that only made him hug tighter.

He has a strong grip

“Justin, I have to go now”

He didn’t let go. He didn’t even move. I tried to pull it out of his grip again but to no use. Eventually, exhaustion made me weak. I sat on the floor next to his bed, my arm still clutched by Justin like it was his teddy bear.

I decided I would wait.

I glanced back over at Justin who was sound asleep and began to admire his features. He was perfect. His short messy hair, his soft eyes, his cute nose… His left cheek had a flower drawn on it in green and blue crayon. His right cheek had scribbles of purple and red. And I should probably wash them off but right now I couldn’t reach the tissues or venture farther than my arm would take me.

I gave it one last shot and pulled my arm away as strong as I could. Nothing. So I waited some more. Justin started snoring. My eyes felt heavy… and eventually, I let myself slowly drift to sleep.


Shining rays hit my closed eyes so I pulled the cover over my head to shield myself from the sunlight. Cover? Pillow?

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, blinked a couple of times and realized that I was still in Justin’s room… and that I was sleeping on his bed.

I looked around in confusion. What happened?

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