“Hey Justin” I say quietly as he opens the door. He sweeps me into a tight hug while saying “Oh my God! What are you doing here Erica?! We haven’t heard from or of you in days! What happened babe?”
“Don’t call me babe, Justin. And Ryan and I had an argument: That’s why I’m here. What should I do? I don’t think I’m in the wrong so I don’t wanna be the one apologizing” I say, getting slightly worked up thinking about it again. He obviously realised that and grabbed my hand, pulled me through the front hallway straight into the living room, and sat me down on the black leather sofa on the left-hand side wall, near the corner. Then he said to me “Okay. First of all: sorry for calling you babe. Second, if you tell me what the argument was about, I can help. If not, I can’t. Third, even if you don’t wanna tell me, I’m on your side; Ryan gets worked up over nothing most of the time.”
This time, it’s me that hugs him unexpectedly. His hands were a little too low, so I raised them, whispering in his ear, “No way Justin. Don’t bother. I swear, sometimes you’re as much of a flirt as Ryan.” At that last bit, he chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as he pulls out of the hug. “So … are you gonna tell me what the argument was about?” Justin hesitantly asks me.
“Umm … oh yeah. Well … I said that I was worried about him because he was being grumpy and had no emotion in his voice at all, and then I asked him what was up and he said “the sky” flatly. Then I finally got it out of him and he said that it was because he got rejected and I said he’d been rejected before and it didn’t do that to him then and he said it was because he really liked her and then I asked who it was. He said it was new-girl Shay and I yelled at him as he barely even knows her and then he yelled back saying he didn’t think he knew me anymore. That was when his mum came in and asked if we were okay and if I wanted to stay the night. Ryan then said that I was leaving in the sort of voice that implies to leave and that was when I said I was and ran home and locked myself away from the world and … well … y’know the story from there.” By the time I had finished, I was sobbing badly.
During my rant about the argument, Justin had sat us both down onto the sofa. After I finished my rant about the argument, he lifted me on to his lap and back into his arms so I could cry on his shoulder once more. I did for a few minutes before I sat up and said, “So, what do I do Justin?”
“Honestly Eri, I don’t know. But I know that you’re in the right and he’s in the wrong. I also know that I’ll be here for you throughout the whole thing babe; no matter what.” Yes, I did notice he called me babe, again, but I didn’t care. Instead I hugged him again and said, “Thanks, Justin. I knew I could count on you. I gotta go face the family now. Umm … would you mind giving me a lift home?”
“No problem at all Eri” He said, with a smile. So, that’s what he did. We got in his car and he took me home in a silence that was not at all uncomfortable. Just as I was about to get out of the car, Justin stopped me by saying, “Eri? Do you wanna … umm … catch a movie tomorrow night, or something? Just the two of us: Y’know, give us a try?”
I didn’t even hesitate, “Sure Justin, I’d love to. Text me the details and I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” I paused before I left the car, leant over, and planted a kiss on his cheek before thanking him and getting out of the car. As I walk up to the door, I turn around and, sure enough, he hasn’t gone. He waves at me as if he’s waiting for me to go in before he leaves. Why did I ever say no to him before? He’s all I want: a gentleman who’s funny, caring, sweet and kinda cute with his brown eyes and shaggy side-swept light brown hair. I turn back to the door, take a deep breath, and walk inside: bracing myself for what I’m sure is to come.