2 months later: Sharon returned after a 15-day stay and also won The Battle's best female singer award, although her band did not win the competition. Sharon decided to let Jake freak out, she's a strong girl and I'm happy she decided to leave; he doesn't deserve it at all. Justin was back to normal, writing, recording songs and working in the studio all the time. Trust me, he works very hard. Well, as for Justin and I, we're having the perfect life. Our plan is working very well after attending college; he comes to pick me up and then we both go out for an hour every day, then he takes me to the hostel and we go back to our boring lives. Justin called me and asked me to meet him at the bakery near my hostel. I was on time and as usual he was late. I was sitting at the corner table eating my brownie when someone grabbed me from behind and kissed me on the bill, Justin. He wore a cap and glasses to hide his identity in a public place. "I am sorry. I'm late” Justin said and sat down next to me. “I'm used to it,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I said, I'm sorry” “You always say that” “Can we talk about it later? I have some serious things to talk about." "What?" "My Believe Tour" those three words were the last thing I wanted to hear. I have ignored this topic for a long time. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but we have to deal with it. "Face what Justin? I won't be able to see you for a year!" my archaeologist course and I can't call you all the time because you'll be visiting different cities and you won't change your number every time and on Skype, Justin there... middle of paper... ...in the car I tried to ignore him and forced myself to concentrate on the words. For a minute or so, I managed to block out everything around me when I hear Justin's voice again. “Alex, are you okay?” “Yes. Why?” “You don't read books. That's why” he was right, reading books wasn't my cup of tea “Justin?” "Yes?" "Do you love me?" "What kind of question is that? Of course I do!” he exclaimed "Will you not leave me, come what may?" “Alex, are you…” before he could complete, he saw my crying and stopped the car. He stared at me for a while. Then, he wiped away my tears and brought his lips to meet mine. His lips were soft and he was gentle. I found myself reciprocating it. The kiss didn't last long and wasn't the kind of emotional, earth-shattering kiss we see in movies these days; but even so I was happy that he kissed me. I needed it.