Read my Justin Bieber love storys! -Amyday
Chapter .5

Justin's POV:

Chaz and I tip-toed into Amy's bedroom. She was curled into a ball in her sheets. How adorable she looked, when she slept.

"One.. Two.. Three!" Chaz whispered, so she wouldn't wake up.

"BOO!" We yelled in her face.
"Ahh!" Amy jumped off her bed, and landing on the floor, intwined in sheets.

Chaz and I cracked up. "That never gets old." He said, reaching up for a high five.
"Hilarious, guys." Amy sighed. I lended a hand, and helped her up.
"You should've seen your face." I mocked her face expression, out of breath from laughing.

She rolled her eyes, but I saw a hint of a smile tug the corners of her mouth.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." She grabbed some clothes from her cupboard, and started to walk off.

"Hurry," I called after her, "Kim's waiting for us downstairs."
She stopped and turned around.
"Why?" she asked.
"I forgot to tell you. She's hanging out with us today." I explained.

"Oh. Cool." She put on a smile. The same one as yesterday, when Kimberlee called. It was a fake one; I know Amy too well.

Once she was gone, I turned to Chaz: "What's up with Amy?"
"Dude, are you serious?"
"What?"
"It's obvious she likes you."
"She dosen't! Not like that."
He just laughed.
"I'm serious. She would tell me if she did."
"Do you honestly believe that?" he raised an eyebrow. "Open your eyes, and you'll see what I'm talking about." He walked out of the room, and went downstairs.

Could it be true? Does Amy have a crush on me? No,of course she doesn't I'm just being stupid. She thinks of me as her brother, nothing more. But only if she did... What the hell, Bieber? Get your head in the game. You're with Kimberlee. I walked to Amy's dresser. On it, was a picture of her, Chaz, and me. I was on her right, Chaz on her left, kissing her cheek. I smiled to myself, and a rush of memories spun around in my head.

"Rate me."

I turned around and saw Amy at the bedroom door.
"Huh?" I said a little surprised.
She did a little twirl, "Rate me. You know, out of 10."

Her wet-styled hair, lay a few inches past her shoulder. She had on a orange, flower-printed, spaghetti-strapped top that went well with her olive-toned skin. Perfectly-fitted dark jean capris, and orange flip-flops that matched her shirt. I stared in awe.

"Uh, Justin?" Amy said.
"Oh, uhm. Sorry." I met her eyes. "Out of 10? Hmm.. 11. You look goregous."
She flashed a smile, ruffling her wet hair. "Thanks."

Amy's POV:

Did Justin just say I looked goregous? I smiled.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?"
"What happened to you?!" He looked me up and down.
"What do you mean?" A frown began to replace my smile.

"you're so different." He smiled again.
"I'll take that as a compliment?" I giggled, walking over to my mirror to apply some lip gloss.
"It is." He sat on my bed. "But what happened to the Leah who thought make-up was pointless? Who wore sweats, and shirts all the time? Who basically was a tomboy?"


"She grew up", I answered simply, looking at him through the mirror.
"Yeah. I guess she did", he agreed. There was still that little smile on his face, which made me giggle.

"Well. We better get down there, before Kim has a heart-attack." he said, getting up. I laughed again. He followed behind me, as I walked downstairs.

"It's about time." Chaz started to walk towards the car.
"Hey, Amy." Kimberlee grabbed my arm. "Can I talk to you?"
Justin hesitated by the door.

"I just wanted to apologize for my rude behavior, yesterday." She said sweetly. Justin relaxed and went to the car.

Once he was gone, she said through her teeth: "Stay. Away. From Justin."
"Excuse me?" I gasped. "Justin's my bestfriend, and you think that because your dating you can tell me what to do? we're just friends for gods sake."
"And it better stay that way..." she lowered her sunglasses.
"You don't own me, so dont even start thinking you do!" I loosened her grip on my arm and shoved it away. "I can do whatever the hell I want!"
"Except Justin ;)." She flashed her famous evil grin.
"I don't want Justin." Lie. "And if I did." Which I do. "You can't do anything about it." I stormed off to the car, mad. Ugh, what a brat.

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