Sunday Dinner

After I do a first AID kit on Ethan's bloody knuckles and face he leaves but, not without giving me warm hug and a sweet kiss on my forehead, I take a seat on my bed and sigh tiredly and miserably. I can't believe he had sex with Tori, I think to myself. Well, believe Mel, you had sex with Ethan a few hours ago so I guess you two are even, My subconscious reminds me.

Maybe, I should talk to Claire....wait.... it's Sunday night...I have to get to Sunday Dinner at Claire's house, I think to myself. A buzzing sound comes from my phone on nightstand so I reach out and grab it. It is a text from Claire. I open it and it is the address of her parent's house.

I sit my phone back down and change out of my clothes and into a short strappy crimson red dress and a pair of black flats. I flat iron my hair and comb it and curl the ends perfectly.
I put on a bit of lip gloss and mascara and grab my phone, car keys, and golden dorm key, slipping it into my strap black handbag.

I walk out the door quickly and shut it behind me. I sprint through the hallway quickly and push open the doors to the outside. I hope I'm not late, I hate being late, I think to myself. Outside, it is freezing cold and windy and it makes wish I should've worn a jacket with this dress.

I walk into the parking lot of Wisconsin State University and once I unlock the car doors, I jump in quickly. I put my key in the engine and once it comes to life, I drive out onto the streets of downtown Wisconsin.

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After successfully following Claire's instructions and directions, on how to get to her house I finally make it. The house is huge and is bright beige, it is really beautiful and breathtaking. I step out of my car and slam it shut, locking doors. Do I look okay, How do I look?, I ask myself. You look beautiful, Mel, my subconscious tells me.

I walk up the steps to the house and take a deep breathe before I knock softly on the door. The door flies open quickly and a tall lean yet muscular man stands in the doorway with a smile on his face.

"You must be Claire's friend, Melissa?" The tall lean yet muscular man asks.
"Yes. Yes I am. " I answer. "And you must be her dad, Mr. Jones?" I ask curiously. "Please call me John. Come on in my wife is almost done with dinner" He suggests nicely.

The inside of their house is even lovely and beautiful than the outside with a golden chandelier, dark brown wooden floor, a spacious living room, marvelous kitchen, four bedrooms, and even a huge backyard. "Mr. Jones....John....your house is beautiful." I stutter. "Thank you, Melissa." He says, happily.

I follow him into the dining room where a long table with four plates, napkins, spoons, forks, and butter knives sit. "Mel, you made it!" A cheery, happy, and bright familiar voice exclaims and I turn to find Claire. Claire is wearing a short bright yellow baby doll dress, black flats, a sliver charm bracelet, and her blonde shiny hair is flat-ironed and curled at the ends like mine.

We give each other a warm and friendly hug. "Of course, I came Claire. You look pretty." I compliment. "Thanks, but your really the star of the show. Your dress is amazing." She compliments.

"Claire, honey maybe you should show your new friend Melissa around our new house while dinner is almost done." Mrs. Jones suggests, happily.
"Ok, mom. We'll be upstairs." Claire assures her mom. She grabs my small wrist and we run upstairs quickly side by side.

"This is my stepbrother's bedroom. But, it's off-limits for anyone to go in there. Don't go in there." Claire warns me, seriously with a straight face. "Ok, I won't." I say, quickly. "That's my parent's bedroom." She says, pointing to a closed door.

"This is my bedroom. I don't sleep here anymore because I am living on campus like my stepbrother. But, I do visit here sometimes." She says, happily.

She twists the knob on her bedroom door and open it. Inside of Claire's bedroom, lyes a small bed, wallpapers of white flurry kittens, vases of flowers, a bookshelf full of Jane Austen novels, a nightstand with an alarm clock, and a desk with an Apple laptop.

I take a seat on her bed as she begins to talk to me about missing her family and her bedroom sometimes when she's at Wisconsin State University.
"Hey, Mel, I made you something." Claire says, softly. "What is it?" I ask, curiously.

She hands a sliver tiny charm bracelet to me in the palm of my hand. "It's beautiful.....I don't know.....wow..." I stutter, nervously. "It's a friendship charm bracelet. We both got the same one. We're friendship is bound." Claire says, happily.

I trap my happy tears successfully but, let a few slip down and I start to smile. "Thanks. It's lovely, Claire." I say, crying happily. "No problem. We're friends forever. Forever & Always." She says.

"Dinner is ready, girls!" Mrs. Jones yells from downstairs and We run downstairs quickly.

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I, Claire, and Mrs. Jones help me bring the bowl of mashed potatoes, the chocolate cake, chicken Alfredo noodles and shrimp and sit them down on the table. Claire takes her seat beside me and Mr and Mrs. Jones
takes their seats across from each other on the long table.

I hear the front door open and a tall and muscular man comes walking in slowly. My fork drops onto the glass  plate and my jaw drops as I see who it is. It is Justin Bieber.

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I jump up out of my seat and begin to walk out of the dining room quickly. "Mel, where are you going?" Claire asks, worriedly. "I just have to get out of here. I have to go." I say, quickly.
Claire and Justin are related, why didn't he tell me?, I ask myself.

I push past Justin angrily but, he turns around fast and grabs ahold of my small wrist, pulling me towards him. "Mel, I was going to tell you. I just didn't-" Justin begins to say but is rudely interrupted by me. "When were you going to tell me Justin? You need to keep your distance from me, you beat up Ethan and now I find out your Claire's stepbrother." I say, madly, trying hard not to raise my voice.

"Look, I apologize for kicking Ethan's ass and I'm sorry for not telling you about this. About being Claire's stepbrother. We'll discuss it later. I promise." He promises me, his eyes has soften and I can see tears developing in his hazel brown eyes.

"Please, don't leave me, Mel. I need you. And, I know you need me, babes." He says, sadly. His right, I do need him, I need him like a heartbeat. Even though he had beat up my childhood best friend Ethan and taunted me with Tori Black, I still want him and I will probably always will want him like how he wants me.

I don't say anything but, I just shove him back a little bit and walk away back into the dining room to take my seat next to Claire. Justin sits across from me and even though I can feel him staring at me, I don't look back.

"Hey, Justin." John says, happily. "Hello, stepdad.....father." He stutters, madly. "This dinner is lovely, Mrs. Jones." I compliment. "Thank you, dear. You can call me Helen." She says, happily.

After dinner, I go straight to the front door ready to leave and never come back but, I am pulled back by Justin.
"Stay the night. With me. Now." He demands. "No, That is disrespectful. I won't. And you can't make me. Remember Rule number three." I remind him.

"Fuck the rules and contract for one night. One night. Just stay with me. Stay with me." Justin begs, sadly, kneeling down to his knees. It's very weird to see Justin begging, crying, and in pain over me, usually I am the one doing that. "Ok I will stay. But, for one night only. We need to discuss some things too." I say, giving up in defeat cowardly.

"Oh. Ok." He answers nervously. We both walk upstairs together and walk into his dark bedroom.

Authors Note |• BabygirlBieberBlair

I love plot twists so yes there will be more ahead, because I have been waiting to put that in my story, I gave been waiting to put Justin as Claire's adopted stepbrother. I hoped everyone loves this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

ily guys,
BabygirlBieberBlair