she don't like the lights ~ #Wattys2015

Ariana's POV

Today is a pretty special day, it's Karson's birthday! I know she loves Matthew Espinosa so I invited him to the secret party we're gonna host for Karson.

It wasn't exactly all my idea, mostly Luke's, because he actually loves Karson and treats her right and gives her everything she deserves...

I can't imagine how it would be to have a decent relationship with Justin, it's always hard...

It's only English right now, Mr. Perfect finished his song just like that, and all the fucking girls are always around him now because he's single.

But Luke still wanted to invite him to Karson's party, yay.

Justin's POV

I went to the studio last night, scooter was really happy that I wrote another song. He said it sounded really good and could be a hit single.

But I'm not singing it to the class. Oh fuck no. But she did say that if I write a song it has to be performed... I don't want to sing it, I'll just get someone to perform it for me...

7 people already performed, and there's like 5 minutes till class ends.

"Okay! Justin, please come up and perform your poem or song,"

"Can someone else perform it? I don't feel comfortable performing it..." I said awkwardly.

"Well, unless you don't want a mark for presentation, then fine,"

"Not even one mark?"

"Nope,"

You gotta be fucking kidding me! I didn't know that! I would have written a fucking poem!

I stood up slowly and walked to the front.

I cleared my throat and held the paper in front of me.

"How much do I need to uh, sing?" I asked awkwardly.

"Half,"

"O-oh,"

"Begin,"

"Oh, oh, just as sure as he stars in the sky. I need you to show me the light, not just for the meanwhile, for a long long time, better believe it,"

"Continue," Ms. Kilson said.

I looked back at Ariana and her head was down, playing with her pen.

When is this gonna end...

"Oh, oh, whenever you're not in my presence, it feels like I'm missing my blessings yeah. So I sleep through the daylight, stay awake all night, til you back again oh yeah yeah. You think I'm biased, to my significant other. You hit it right on the head, only been missing my lover. Got a whole lotta texts on my phone and I don't reply, the next eight bars tell you why,"

"Well... Finish the eight bars,"

"I'd rather not," i said, feeling uncomfortable.

"It's just eight bars,"

"Fine..." I cleared my throat and began singing again. "You're all that matters to me, yeah yeah, worried about nobody else, if it ain't you I ain't myself, you make me complete, you're all that matters to me, yeah yeah, what's a king bed without a queen? There ain't no I in team, you make me complete, you're all that matters to me..."