Justin's House

I quickly ran out of the room and down the stairs, and into the living room. I knew my mom would be there, because she was always reading there at this time of night.

“Hey Mom,” I guessed it was hard for my mom to understand since I was so out of breath. “Can I go for a walk with Justin?”

“Sure, why not?” My mom stood up, walked to the couch and handed me my jacket. “Just in case.” She smiled and pushed me toward the front door.

I slipped my flip-flops on and my mom opened up the door. Outside was Justin, smiling his adoring smiling. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, along with some shorts and tennis shoes.

Even though Justin had worn short sleeved shirts, I had never noticed his muscles! I noticed I was staring at them, so I quickly glanced back up to his face, to see him smiling, because he had noticed me staring. He was also staring at me. I guess I should have put on a shirt or something, but it was pretty warm outside so I decided not to.

“Hey,” he greeted, and nodded toward my mom.

“Oh. Hey,” I turned to my mom and said, “Well, I’ll be back in a few.”

“Okay, see you in a few,” she echoed.

I walked out the door and onto my lawn. Justin just stood there with me in silence.

“Sooo, you wanted to ask me something?”

“Oh, ummm yeah.” He looked at me then back down to the ground, and continued, “It’s pretty outside. You wanna take a walk, or meet my parents and I could ask you at my house?”

“We can take our walk some other time. Right now, I wanna meet your parents,” I said with great enthusiasm.

“Sure, after that I have a gift for you. Don’t worry, since it’s your birthday.” he said with a grin.

We walked together to his house. When we got to the door, he opened it for me and I saw his parents in what seems to be the living room. But before I could say hi to them, or even smile, Justin closed the door, which was weird since he just opened it.

“Almost forgot,” he said leaning against the door, “I have to ask you the question before we go inside,” he looked down after he said this.

“What is it?” I was curious now.

“Well, before I called you, I think Ellie called about the party, and that you couldn’t go without a date,” he glanced down at me and continued. “So I was wondering if…well,” he kept quiet after that.

“If I’d like to go to the party with you as your date?” I finished. “I’d love to.” I smiled and gave him a hug, and his arms wrapped around me as I whispered, “Now, can I meet your parents?”

“Sure,” he said, still dazed by my hug, though his hand lingered on my back. “Thought you might wanna put the jacket on,” he took my coat, and draped it over me.

He opened the door to let me in. I saw his parents were still there. Justin’s dad turned around and smiled.

“Who’s this, Justin?” Justin’s mom asked with a dazzling smile along with teeth as white as snowflakes.

“This is Demy. She’s my date to the party,” Justin looked down at me with a grin.

“You know, this is only for the party, right?” I mocked, trying to burst his bubble.

“I know,” his eyes locked on mine, “That’s why I have to use my time wisely.” He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled my closer.

I pulled away and rolled my eyes, still grinning.

“So, Justin,” his dad interrupted, “Don’t you have a gift for Demy?”

I looked up at Justin and he looked down at me, “I can’t give it to her, unless she promises me that she’ll take it.”

“Um…sure. I’ll take it,” I promised. He slipped his hand into mine without another glance, and started walking. While walking, Justin started a conversation.

“Sooo,” he said, “You have any siblings?”

“I have a brother and sister,” I answered simply.

“How old are they?” he continued.

“Well, my brother is in college, and my sister’s got a kid. She’s also got another coming.” I explained.

“Cool,” he smiled opening the door. “Can I see pictures of them sometime?” he opened a room filled with tons of games inside.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Do you have any siblings? I asked in return.

“Yeah,” he replied. “A little brother in eighth grade.” He said blankly. “He’s at a sleepover tonight.”

“Oh okay,” I smiled, but then saw the look on his face, and I could tell something was wrong.     “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” I tried to replay what I said.

“What? No, it’s just well,” he stuttered. “My sister died a couple months ago.” He pulled me down to rest on the couch. “She was in college. Her friends were drunk and pulled out a gun.” He stood up and pulled a box from the ground. “She was shot in the neck and died instantly. The police tried to question them, but they said they didn’t remember anything. She didn’t even feel the pain.” He set the box down and looked at me. “I’m still not over it yet, but I’m getting used to it.” He continued. “I don’t usually tell people that, but since you’re technically my girlfriend, I think you have the right to know.” He stared back at me, not smiling, his eyes in pain and agony.

The End

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