Memories of a time in her life where she was so much younger and a lot more naive flashed through Selena’s mind. Her relationship with Justin had always been something so unique, so special to them — something not many people understood and she could never voice because no amount of words ever seemed enough. Justin wasn’t just some guy she’d dated. He was the first person and probably the only person she’d truly loved. He didn’t walk into her life, he kicked the door down and ran inside. Something that she’d never expierenced with another person. From the moment she met him she knew nothing would be the same again. His talent, his voice, his charisma and charm all added to fuel to the fire that was her longing for him.
Things changed. Their turmoil of their relationship had her wondering if he even viewed her the same way he used to. This dinner had been her suggestion but with the day now arriving, she felt sick to her stomach. The unknowing nature of how he would react to being around her had her mind working double time — overthinking had always been a nasty habit of hers making her wish she could put a stop to it. The truth is, they weren’t the same any more. They’d both changed. In someways for better and others for worse. She didn’t know what to expect and that was why she was so nervous. Selena used to know him so well she could finish his sentences. Now she didn’t even know if he had a different favourite TV show from the one he used to watch while she stayed over his, eyes trained on his face rather than the screen because she’d always found him far more interesting.
Pacing around the floor of her living room, she couldn’t help but wonder what was taking so long. Her security had informed her he’d arrived a while ago and yet he still hadn’t made his way to the door. ‘Had he changed him mind?’ She found herself wondering and then shook those thoughts out of her head. Maybe he just needed a little more time to pull himself together. Heaven knows she did. Eventually though there was a knock at the door and Selena’s gaze turned to gaze at it. Breathing out a shaky breath, she made sure to gather herself before walking over and opening it for him with trembling hands. Then he was there, all of a sudden she felt eighteen again and a small smile formed of her lips, fingers laced together in front of her as she nodded towards the inside. “Hello.” She spoke softly. “Come in! It’s freezing out here.”
He had only been sixteen the first time he’d seen her in person. Sure, he’d seen her on television plenty of times, but the television did not do her justice. Much like that first encounter, the photographs and television appearances were not able to convey how beautiful she looked. It felt as if his heart had fallen out of his chest cavity as he laid eyes on her. He’d always been an expert at masking his nerves, but the show he was currently putting on by keeping all of that under wraps was Oscar nominee worthy. “Hello.” He responded at her greeting after a few seconds of silence, feeling extremely inadequate as he stepped into her home. “It is freezing. The weather’s been so weird lately.” The male agreed as he handed her the bottle of wine he’d brought along with him, just as he promised. It was the least he could do after she’d gone out of her way to cook for their dinner. He did feel a little guilty about that, a little useless. “It smells amazing in here, Sel. I can’t wait to try your food.” The fact she was cooking was still something he was growing accustomed to. Once upon a time, they would’ve never stayed in to eat a home cooked meal. Mainly due to their inadequacy in the kitchen. Justin still managed to burn rice every now and then. He’d burn it or it’d be too soggy-- there was no in between. In that department, not much had changed for him.
“So this is your Hannah Montana Malibu dream home?” His brows raised, making himself at home as he casually looked around checking the place out. He’d never been inside before, but he had seen it on Miley’s show a few times. The few he’d even seen the show anyway. He wasn’t much of a television watcher growing up. That had changed enormously since then. His childhood shows still remained his favorite to rewatch, but he was much more invested in checking out new ones nowadays. “It’s nice. I like how you’ve given it your touch. Your sense of style when it comes to furniture has always been top tier.” Much unlike his house, which was currently depressing and beige. Interior decoration had never been his forte. “Thank you for cooking by the way. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble and I appreciate it.”
