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I collapsed on Justin and I’s bed, grateful to be home. We just got back from our fourth wedding this week and I was tired.

My family-which consisted of me, Michelle Blackhert, and my mom, Diane-were never the richest family and neither were the Bieber’s. My mom and Pattie have been best friends since elementary school. They say they have always wanted to go into business with each other and when the going got tough, that’s exactly what they did.

My dad left when I was six leaving me and my mom in a horrible financial hole. We were hardly keeping up with our bills and it was hard to put food on the table. Sometimes me and my mom would go days without eating. Pattie was having the same troubles as us, so they both decided to move in with each other. That was when I was 8 and when Justin and I became best friends. We had already knew each other because of our moms, but we were never really friends; however, we were friendly whenever we saw each other in school.

That was just the beginning of Blackhert & Bieber. Our mom’s decided to go into business as wedding coordinators. Blackhert & Bieber, slowly, but surely began picking up business again and we were able to move from our rat hole 1 bedroom apartment, to a nice, comfortable, spacious, two bedroom apartment on a slightly safer side of town. I know that it isn’t much, but it’s enough for me and I get to be surrounded by the people I love.

We all decided that it’d be easier for our parents to share a room then it would be for each kid to go with a parent and take a room, so Justin and I share. I love being roommates with him. He’s funny and entertaining and never makes anything awkward. We share a bed due the limited amount of space each room holds, but neither of us mind.

I absolutely adore and love Pattie and Justin. Pattie has become like a second mother to me. I don’t what I would do if I lost either her or my mom. She’s such a sweetheart. As for Justin, he is a total sweetie like his mom. He’s caring, sweet, funny, and handsome as well. However, lately, he’s been having awful night terrors and mood swings, and sometimes he blacks out and gets violent.
“I’m so tired.” I groaned out to no one in particular.

The bed shifted and wobbled under new weight. When I opened my eyes, I found myself starring right into the face of Justin hovering over me.

“Hello.” He grinned. Like always, I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“What do you want, Drew?” I whispered too tired to even think about raising my voice above this whisper. He ****ed his head to the side like he was confused.

“You sleepy, Shell?” He asked changing the subject.

“Yeah, just a little bit.” I said and let out a small yawn. “Sorry.”

Justin shook his head dismissing my apology for yawning in his face. “Go to sleep.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I’ll be here when you wake up. Go to sleep, Shell.”

When he rolled off of me to the side of bed, I turned my body to face him. Justin looked down at me with a soft smile playing on his lips. His fingers reached up and ran through my hair. I let myself give in to my sleepiness and drifted away with Justin playing in my hair.

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As promised, when I woke up, Justin was right next to me, sleeping. I kissed his forehead then proceeded to make my way out of the bed. When I went to stand up, a tug on the back of my shirt made me fall back.

“Shelly, don’t leave me.” I heard Justin’s voice whimper. I turned around just to see his face stained with tears.

“Oh, Justin.” I cooed. I crouched down and crawled back into bed. I cradled Justin in my arms, his head resting on my chest and my fingers tangling themselves in his hair.

“How bad was it?” I mumbled, kissing the top of his head repeatedly.

“Really bad. I couldn’t save you and they…they did things to you, Shelly. Horrible things. Promise never to leave me.” Justin whispered.

Even though he made me promise this every time he had a dream similar to this one, never have I ever denied him the satisfaction of knowing I’m not going anywhere if I had anything to do with it.

“Promise.”

END NOTES.

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I like it(: but how old are they?(:

Justin and Michelle are both 17. A couple months apart.
I'll be sure to add that in next chapters End Notes.
Thank for commenting, love!
~Avery.

Originally Posted by iSuperman

Justin and Michelle are both 17. A couple months apart.
I'll be sure to add that in next chapters End Notes.
Thank for commenting, love!
~Avery.

Okay (: i was just a bit confused lol (: update)(:

Chapter two.
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“1…2…3” I mouthed in Justin’s direction.

He nodded and slowly, but gracefully opened up the white silk curtains. The pianist started playing an Olafur Arnolds song and in walked the bride. She wore a simple straight white dress. A lace veil fell from her head and created a short train behind her as her dress wasn’t that long in the back. Her hair was pinned up in a bun though some strands had escaped and fell in a wavy manner. I motioned over to Justin for him to gently release the curtains and take his position with me in the back.

We both walked to our post in the back of the church keeping an eye on the wedding. Every now and then, I’d glance over at our moms to make sure that our services weren’t needed. Pattie shot me another signal with her hands, which was simply the rock and roll finger sign, silently saying that Justin and I could watch the rest of the service before having to seat people at the reception.

I sat down on Justin’s lap and leaned my head back against his shoulder after he seated himself in one of the chairs we had set up earlier before.

I sighed. “She looks beautiful.” I whispered.

I felt him nod in agreement. “She does.”

I smiled brightly as I watched the bride and grooms 3-year-old, Dillon, hand his mom and dad their rings from off of a white pillow. He was too cute.

“I can’t wait till I get married.” I whispered, excitedly. Justin merely chuckled seeing as I say this every wedding.

As on cue, tears streamed down my face as I watched the couple exchange their vows and then kiss their marriage true. And once again, Justin wiped my tears with a low chuckle.

“I don’t see why you cry every time.”

“It’s just so beautiful.” I sniffled with a weak smile.

Suddenly, my pants started vibrating. Well, not my pants, but the pager in my pants. I pulled it out and squinted my eyes as I read the scrolling message, “When the groom and bride make their way out, dismiss everyone by row. Don’t forget to ask names and place them at the correct tables! –Mom.”

I pushed myself off of Justin’s lap and held my hand out to him. He looked at me weirdly before grabbing my hand and standing.

“What-“

“We need to seat everyone who RSVP’d the reception.” I interrupted.

“Gotcha. Names or no names?” He asked.

“Errm, names.” I said reaching for the clip board that Justin held.

“Damn you.” He said with a smile. I winked before grabbing the clip board out of his hands and positioned myself at the back of the rows. I peeked over my shoulder to see Justin standing at the entrance to the reception room. He was beating his fingers on the side of his leg to some unknown song and his eyes were wandering around the church, taking everything in. I turned back around and softly smiled to myself.

As the bride left the room, leaving everyone–including me–in awe, I glanced down the row of people before placing my attention on the elderly man in front of me.

“Name?”

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We had finally finished cleaning up and packing up our car with all the materials brought and used throughout the wedding. Of course, my mom and Pattie got their check for a job well done. Me and Justin would be expecting our cut a few days later.

My mom climbed in the driver’s seat, Pattie in the passenger, and Justin and I in the back seat.

Justin rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my torso, snuggling up to me. I placed my hands on his lower back and rubbed in soothingly, circular motions.

“Tired, Jay?” He simply nodded against my chest and slowly closed his eyes.

Justin can be a big baby at times, but it’s completely and utterly adorable.

I watched Justin sleep for a while before directing my gaze to the passing trees and building. They all go by so quickly; like we’re time traveling or something.

For a while the car of quiet; the radio was humming softly and it was just peaceful. Until Justin started moving in his sleep. His movements began violent and soft whimpering soon followed. I knew it was one of his dreams again.

I shook him lightly. “Jay. Wake up.” He continued thrusting and whimpering. “Drew!” Nothing. “Justin, you gotta wake up! Justin!”

He quickly pulled himself away from me and gasped for air. Pattie had turned after, giving her full attention to Justin and myself while my mom glanced back at us through the rear view mirror.

Justin’s eyes darted back and forth as he gasped for air. When they landed on me, a sigh of relief came from his lips and tears started forming in his eyes. His bottom lip quivered as he continued starring at my face. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes as well as I gazed upon this broken boy. I hurt me so much to see him like this. Before I knew it, Justin’s arms were around me and his head was buried in my neck.

END NOTES.

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So I hoped you liked this!
I'll try updating more, but I'm writing like three stories now and trying to get some banners and possibly trailers and it's a lot of work! LOL. Nuff complaining.
I WAS SOOOOO EXTRA MAD AT THAT MOJO INTERVIEW JUSTIN DID! Omg. They were extremely rude and even though the Harry Styles/Pattie joke was just that, a joke, it was so rude. Okay, I admit that I giggled a bit, but that's just I'm a Directioner. If you're a Directioner, you understand what I'm sayin'. So yah.
Should I not make long End Notes? I'm so used to just writing everything on JBFF. :P
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I liked it!! Continue!!(:

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BEEP..BEEP..BEEP!

I slammed my hand on the snooze button my alarm then swung my legs over the edge of the bed, attempting to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes. ‘5:45’ the clock read. I groaned inwardly and went to the shower.

I lazily stripped down and jumped in the lukewarm water. I stood under the water for a few extra seconds after washing myself to wake me up fully. I turned the faucets off and wrapped a towel around me. I then made my way back to the room to wake Justin up.

“Jay, wake up. Time for school.” I said walking through the door. Surprisingly, Justin was already up and sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for me.

“Well, good morning sunshine!” I chirped. He looked up at me and his normally bright, hazel eyes were dark; almost black.

“Justin?” I asked cautiously. “Are you okay?”

“Of course.” He grinned. His smile wasn’t his usual smile. It seemed almost…evil and his voice was definitely deeper.

“Well, go take a shower for school.” I told him.

As I walked over to my dresser, I heard the door close. Naturally, I suspected that Justin went to the bathroom, but when I heard it lock, I turned around.

“Justin, stop it. Go shower.” His face hardened and he walked over to me. He grabbed my wrist in his hand. His grip was very tight and it hurt a lot.

I wiggled my hand in attempts to get him to release me. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He growled in my face.

“Ow. Let go of me!”

His griped tighten even more. “What did I just say?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just let me go, please?” I whimpered. I could feel a bruise coming about.

“I’ll let go when I want to.” He spat. I don’t understand what’s going on, but it’s scaring me so much.

I let a few tears escape my eyes and kept twisting my wrist around. Ultimately, it was causing me more pain, but I didn’t know what else I could do.

Then, I accidently let a small sob come from my lips. I didn’t know how he’d react to that, so my eyes immediately darted to his face. His eyes weren’t dark anymore. They were slowly going back to their hazel-green colouring.

Justin blinked a couple times then met my gaze. “Hey, why are you crying?”

His hand released my wrist to wipe my tears and subconsciously, I went to rub my wrist.

“What happened?” Justin reached his hand down to gently picked up my wrist. As soon as I felt his touch, I flinched and pulled my wrist to my chest protectively.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He grinned sadly.

I removed my eyes from his face and looked anywhere, but his face. I could almost feel the disappointment radiating off of him.
“Did, Did I do that?” I nodded slowly and he backed up from me. I slowly dragged my eyes back to him.

“No, I didn’t. I couldn’t have.” Justin shook his head. “I don’t even remember…” His voice trailed off to a whisper.

I hugged the towel to me tightly and slowly walked to him. What am I doing!?

“It’s okay. You just blacked out. I’m sure it won’t happen again.” I whispered cautiously.

“No, it’s not okay!” He yelled angered. I jumped back at his sudden outburst.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” Justin walked towards me and engulfed me in a hug. I hesitantly wrapped one arm around him and kept the other one holding up my towel.

“I’m so sorry, Michelle.” He whispered and placed the lightest kiss on my ear.

“It’s okay, Jay.” I whispered into his shoulder.

“Let’s get dressed and we can go to school.” I nodded, quickly grabbed clothes, and scurried into the bathroom.

I quickly dressed myself and made my way downstairs. The whole time, Justin and what just happened was on my mind. Never has it gone this far. It’s been a long time since Justin has blacked out so it took me my surprise. I know Justin would never hurt my intentionally, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit shaken up.

I sat nervously on the kitchen counter for a few minutes before Justin ran down the stairs. He wore blue straight jeans that were tucked at the bottom, neon green vans, and a black and white plaid shirt. I don’t know why he’d want to draw so much attention to his feet, but hey…let’s let Justin be Justin.

“C’mon.” He walked over to me and lifted me off the counter by my waist. I just nodded and followed him out the door.

END NOTES.
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I'm actually really mad. Have you guys seen the Selfredo **** all over Twitter? Like seriously? No offense to some Beliebers, but most Beliebers are attention and drama whores willing to start rumors not caring about Justin or even Fredo.

Now people are calling Selena a slut and whore even more than before. Like seriously? THEY WERE AT ASHLEY TISDALE'S BEACH BITRTHDAY PARTY. Ffs.

I don't care if you don't like Selena, but whatever you say and do to her, gets back to Justin and makes him even madder at us. Seriously. All of you "Beliebers" who are rude to Selena and send her death threats, **** YOU.
I don't like Selena like that, but I respect her because of Justin. Beliebers need a ****ing reality check, I swear.

But enough ranting. On a happy note, I GOT BELIEVE YESTERDAY! And I picked My World 2.0 as well. I was like, "Why the **** not? Young, adorable Bieber get the cart with you grown, sexy ass!" And that's how it went. :3

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~Avery.

Well someones a bit out therre(; update!!

Awee, poor Michelle. ]: Update !