"Justin, I don't want..." Alaina trailed off as Justin placed his fingers over her lips.
"I'm sorry I've been acting like a jerk, but it's the only thing I know how to do right now. Everything is screwed up. I screwed everything up," Justin said, turning away.
Alaina stared at the back of his head for a few moments before she decided to walk in front of him. She ran her hand along his soft face. "I don't know what to say," she whispered.
"I need you to tell me that you feel the same way about me as I do towards you," Justin said, placing his hand over hers.
"And what would that do Justin? Huh? I tell you, we kiss and we live happily ever after? Please come back to reality. You're a professional singer, I'm a high school student. After these seix months are done with I'll most likely never see or hear from you again. Then, a month later I'll read about how you're dating some flaky singer named Candy or Cookie, or some other food. I can't give you my heart and let you run with it," Alaina said, almost crying.
Justin watched as she forced herself not to cry. It was almost as if by her crying she would look weak. "I want to be with you," Justin said, placing his lips on her forehead.
"I want to be with you too. More than you'll ever know," Alaina whispered, closing her eyes.
Just then, the door flew open and there stood Lance and Claire. "Hey, you two," they said happily.
Justin and Alaina glanced up, and then back down. Alaina broke away and walked towards the door, but she quickly turned back. "You have my heart, don't break it," she whispered before walking out of the bathroom and out of the room.
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