Justin's P.O.V

*A month later*

"Come on babe, wake up," I heard a girl's voice say. I opened my eyes to a blonde girl hovering over me.

I squinted my eyes a bit to see her face clearly and to knock out the sunlight for a minute, it was aggravating my huge headache.

As I got to see her blue eyes, I remembered what I did last night. Everything I did came back to my brain.

First of all, I know I drank alcohol like if it was the last liquid I would ever have. Then, I started dirty dancing with a lot of girls, in which I took one to the hotel I was staying in. With who I did something I shouldn't have done, but did anyway to feel good.

No drink, no girl, could make me feel like Charlotte. Just with her smile I could feel a thousand times better.

"Look, Karen," I started.

"Kimberly," she corrected and giggled weirdly.

I grabbed her by the waist and sat down, placing her in front of me. "Look, Kimberly, I know we did something last night, but I don't know you... I don't think that what we did was something more than aone-night stand, I'm sorry," I said, trying to choose the correct words.

She furrowed her eyebrows together, a little wrinkle forming in between them.

"I know. Do you think I wanted more than that? This is my job, dumbass. Now, you have to pay," she said. It took me by surprise, in fact, I was in complete shock that I hadn't realize I had given her the money already and she was already grabbing her stuff.

"You know, you kept calling me Charlotte last night," she said, my head turned in her direction when I heard the name Charlotte.

"Whoever she is, you should talk to her," she said walking to the door, "It seems like you really miss her, I mean, it seems like you love her more than anyone else."

I nodded as she walked out the door.

"I don't just love her more than anyone else," I whispered to myself, "I am in love with her."

Charlotte's P.O.V

"STOP READING THAT BOOK AND COME WITH US TO NICK'S PARTY!" Elizabeth and Paisley shouted.

I shooked my head, trying to concentrate on the book I had bought, The Canning Season by Polly Horvath, it was quite entertaining.

"Come on, you've been buying and reading a thousand books for the past month," Elizabeth said.

"Not even I read that much," Paisley said, "Which is something strange, considering I'm the group's bookworm and soon-to-be writer."

"We fear you might be getting insane," Elizabeth said.

"Come on, let's go to the party!" They both exclaimed.

I looked up from my book to see Paisley in a short, floral, black dress and Elizabeth in a knee-length pink skirt and a white shirt tucked inside the skirt.

"You both look beautiful," I said and smiled slightly.

"Oh, tha- Wait. Don't change the topic," Elizabeth said, I rolled my eyes as my plan didn't work out. I returned to my reading, but heard them whispering stuff to each other. I tried concentrating in my book once more, but someone took it away.

"Hey! Come on, give it back," I said, trying to get my book back. Elizabeth was taller than me, so my attempt at getting the book was useless. "Not until you go to this party with us," she said. I sighed and looked down at my Oreo pajamas.

"All right, I will go, but only for an hour," I said and they high-fived each other, "Now let me change."

I pushed them out my bedroom and started looking for clothes. I decided to choose a simple outfit, consisting in a shirt, jeans, and converse for clothes, a bag and a bracelet as accesories. Once I finished changing, I braided my now long, wavy, brown hair to the side. I didn't use any more make-up than mascara and lip-gloss. Who am I trying to impress anyway?

Before I went out of my room, I put a bit of perfume. As I was stepping outside my room, I remembered about my phone, so I entered my room again and grabbed my phone. Taking advantage of this, I grabbed my book as well, placing both items inside my bag.

I checked myself in the mirror for the last time and sighed. My self-esteem had gone down since the breakup. Justin always complimented me and made me feel happy. Of course, the girls did that, too, but it's simply not the same. For example, just with his smile I could feel a thousand times better.

I miss him, but what he did hurt me a lot. 

I've heard, on the news, he's  gotten into some trouble, lately, but I don't care.

Who are you kidding? Of course you care.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't. Do I?

You care more than anybody.

Why should I?

You care because you love him.

Shut up.

I can't shut up, I'm your conscience.

"I'm ready," I said, trying to stop my mental conversation. "Finally," Paisley said and chuckled afterwards. "Oh, shush," Elizabeth said, "She only took 15 minutes. Most girls take one or two hours."

"Yeah, I know," Paisley said, "I'm one of them."

We laughed together. I hadn't laughed in a while, it felt good.

"All right," I said, "We shall go to the party." 

"We shall, dear," Elizabeth said.

"We shall," finished Paisley.

It felt good, to actually have some time with the girls. I worried about Justin, though, he has a lot ahead of him and I don't want for him to make a big mistake that he can't repair later. He lost me, but I don't want for him to lose his career or his fans.

Now, I don't see the reason to worry anymore. He has nothing to do with me anymore, nor I have anything to do with him. 

Stupid conscience, I don't love him.

No, you're in love with him.

Shut up.

I already told you, I can't. I'm your conscience.

Ugh... But, am I really in love with him?

You are so in love, darling. 

Why?

I only know you are, but that's the heart's job.

Can I talk with the heart?

I'm afraid you can't. Nobody understands the heart, so there is no way you can call it out of it's room.

It sounds like a rebel teenager.

That's exactly how the heart is.

Tell me more.

It locks itself in a room, eats nice words and compliments, it has a lot of scars, well it depends on life. Yours has a lot of scars, we both know why.

Are those Justin's scars?

Just a couple of them, but the rest are from other people.

I know who.

Yeah, I know, too. I know everything about you.

Of course, you're my conscience.

Yeah, that's me.

I'm arriving to the party, talk to you later?

You can talk to me whenever.

Thanks.

No problem.

Maybe I am getting insane.

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