Thread: Fool Me

Dear Readers,

I'm starting my FIRST ever fan fiction about Justin Bieber. I've been a fan for a while and I stumbled across this site and fell in love with the creativity of some of the members. When you're reading, if you have any ideas or concerns or responses to the chapter please voice them. I love love love feedback whether good or not.

Because I love music and would love to get into the business the main character in this story is an artist. So some of the songs I might use in the story are original. Please give me feedback on those too!

I'm going to post the first chapter right after this. So please enjoy!

- xoxo

Shooting Stars

Characters




Name: Ami Noert
Age: 16
Height: 5’ 3 ½
Bio: Ami is ¾ Irish and ¼ Native American on her mother’s side. She grew up on a reservation in Nevada with her mother’s family until the age of 6 while her parents dealt with her younger brother, Chameroun, who became terminally ill a few days after his 1st birthday. Chameroun, along with his parents, lived in New York near a hospital. Not just a hospital however, one of the most expensive, luxury hospitals with the most technologically advanced equipment and the best doctors. It wasn’t enough however. Ami’s parents’ drained money into different treatments and methods but in the end Chameroun died on Ami’s 14th birthday. Ami was then moved to NY with her parents and quickly adapted, falling in love with singing in her schools choir while her parents spent every waking moment blaming each other for Chameroun’s death.
Recently however, they filed for a divorce.
Personality: Ami is a brutally honest person and fiercely independent. Even though she has parents to depend on, she doesn’t like to use them as a resource and wants her musical career to get far because of her talent and not her parent’s paycheck. She has personalities that she puts on for people, almost like masks, and she does this to cope. She gets really klutzy and embarrassing around guys she likes and has never been in a real relationship. But she knows she doesn’t believe in true love. Ami is still reeling from the shock of her brother’s death, even though it was two years ago.
Hobbies: Singing, knitting, speed-texting, photography and smoothie making.
Likes: Mystery novels, swimming, phones and laziness
Dislikes: Dishes and long nails

Anna- Ami’s best friend. She has been one of the few constants in Ami’s life and is supportive of Ami’s music. Anna helped with promoting her best friend, playing instruments during live events, and pitching in ideas for lyrics. Anna is staying behind in N.Y. to pursue her dream job as a fashion designer in the fashion capitol of the world. She is very supportive and friendly and always proud of Ami.

Taylor De Luca- Ami’s agent, he recently became involved min Ami’s life. He discovered her in a local café and was looking for fresh talent to sign under his new record label Alerion Records, after a split with Island Records/ Island Def Jam Records / Def Jam Records. He was a very high up executive of the Island Def Jam family but split with them after losing his passion for music. After watching Ami perform he claims to have found it again. He knows Ami is his ticket to fame and is eager to start recording a demo as soon as Ami relocates to L.A. Taylor is an older man, very intolerable of nonsense but also kind and generous.

Chris- Ami’s tech guy/best friend. He has grown up with Ami and is the other constant in her life. He helped produce her music in the early days and lent a hand with everything from technology to lyrics. Chris is flying out to L.A. and staying with Ami for her future career and he has a lot of hopes and dreams riding on her success. For the most part he just wants her to be happy though and although Chris won’t admit it he has had a crush on Ami for…forever.

Mother/Father- The worst parents ever…(ha-ha) Ami’s parents. They are powerful CEOs of a large company called Chodon Metok Inc, which has headquarters around the world and deals with almost every corner of every market. They have been through a lot lately with the divorce and Chameroun’s death so they tend to forget about Ami, often thinking she is used to life on her own. They never bother to remember things such as birthdays and rarely spend time with her. Ami’s parents are also good at arguing with each other and fight over little things. Few times have they been a united force. The first was when Ami mentioned dabbling in music and her parents decided they would somehow change her mind to get her head into business. The second thing they both agree on is that Ami is heading to L.A. no matter what.

Justin Bieber- Love interest…’nuff said

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

“It’s not like we’re dropping you off at some strangers!” Mother rushed her words, almost reassuring herself.

“Ahem! You’re mother is right. You’re staying with relatives. LA is nice, warmer than New York and better for you career.” My dad said the last part with more than a tinge of disdain.

They didn’t approve. They didn’t approve of my independence, my headstrong attitude, the fact that I so easily stumbled upon their faults and that I considered the fine arts, as a dependable and reliable career didn’t help either. They wanted me to go into business or some thing more established. I didn’t care much for their advice anyway.

“I don’t understand how you can sit there and decide to toss me at some relative I’ve never met before, all because you guys are throwing your childish little tantrums and have decided to split apart. Honestly? I’m the child here, not you two so grow up and try something called responsibility and adulthood.” I said gruffly.

Mom reeled back, as if slapped by the little outburst of anger and Father struggled for words. I groaned inwardly, I had given too much information and shown too many emotions. Just yelling at my parents like that, I could almost feel a definite crack in my Perfect Daughter mask.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’ll go pack now.” I snapped my head down and kept my eyes glued to the floor until I was safely out of sight.

The truth was I was lying to my parents, they didn’t deserve the personality I put on for them but they also didn’t deserve the truth. Going through so much with Chameroun and the separation, my tantrums and true nature would just shock them and add one more thing to worry about in a growing pile of…bull to put it plainly.

I ventured to my room, taking my time to think about the situation. Quickly compiling a Pro-Con list I frowned once I realized the Pro outweighed the Con. I would have a fresh start, get to be away from my parents, live in a place with sun, have a better shot as a musician/artist, get to record my demo all while keeping my best guy friend around? Did I mention the one, the only Taylor De Luca, would record the demo? This was a once in a millennium chance. He was one of the top executives for a record label that deals with Beyonce, Jay-Z, Rihanna and Justin Bieber. I wasn’t passing this up.

I opened the door to my room and flopped on my bed. The room was quite large and the bed fluffier than usual. I wanted to sleep for a bit but my eyes caught the glare of crystal in my closet. Packing, I sighed. I needed to pack but it was going to take me forever and day. Especially with the new luggage set encased in Swarovski crystals.

“Daad.” I groaned, realizing this was some sort of gift goodbye.

My parents had a distorted way of thinking. Their solution to every problem in life was to throw money at it. The luggage set was nice and if I sold it on EBay it would fetch a good price and ease my soul a little. I took out my, it was the google phone. The much anticipated Nexus One. It hadn’t hit stores yet, but my parents received a few prototypes and I only accepted because of my slight phone fetish. Emphasis on the slight, okay so it’s not slight. After taking a few pictures I was satisfied and I walked over to the section of my closet filled with clothes and things that I actually wore.

Opening a drawer full of shorts, I threw them all in a suitcase along with my under things, tank tops and swimming suits. The next suitcase had some dressier clothes and a couple pair of jeans. Another suitcase was filled with stuffed animals, my favorites. I had to dedicate two suitcases for shoes and accessories. The last suitcase I packed with special things. Chameroun’s pictures, his letters, his scarf, his t-shirt and a lock of his hair were evenly spaced in the bag.

After spending the better part of my afternoon packing I looked at the results. There were six total bags out of the luggage set that were filled and it didn’t stop there. I had to bring a guitar, sheet music and my lucky pick.

“This day is never going to end.” I stretched my sore arms out.

My phone buzzed in the pocket of my sweatpants and I plucked it out.

From: Chris

Come over & help me pack. I need your expertise.

From: Anna

I’m with Chris, helping him decide what to pack. Rescue me? You know how he gets with anime themed junk…

I laughed knowingly. They were probably sitting amongst heaps of clothes, arguing over a t-shirt or something with a hopeless look on their face. Anna was our resident fashionista, she wanted to be a designer and chose to stay behind in NY because the fashion industry here was so large. I quickly shot a text to both of them saying I was on my way over and stood in my closet, picking out what to wear.

Imagining Anna’s voice in my head, my hand faltered past the denim cut offs and straight to the sundress. It was hot outside, freaking hot. But Anna had high expectations and shorts wouldn’t cut it, so I slipped into the cotton, baby blue dress and grabbed a pair of white Marc Jacob flip-flops. Tugging a white, sleeveless cardigan off its hook I flipped my hair down and tied it into a sloppy bun, finger combing my bangs to the side.

I grabbed my car keys and headed out to my driveway to find my eggshell colored Volkswagen bug beckoning me. Grinning a little to myself, I opened the car door and put the keys in the ignition. Shifting it into gear, I lifted my foot off the break and sped down my driveway and out onto the highway, leaving behind the large gated neighborhood I was sheltered in.

10 minutes of bopping to random songs on the radio I had hit the suburbs of NYC and 3 minutes after that I had hit the heart of NYC. Most people lived in flats on this side of the city but Chris shared an apartment with his dad, who was an artist. I parked my car and took out my bag.

The familiar smells of Christopher’s neighbors overtook my senses for a second and as I knocked on his door, I pulled a face. The hallway stank of pee and spoiled fruit and I gagged.

“That’s an attractive face.” Chris smiled opening the door.

His shaggy blonde hair was covering his green eyes and I noticed the dimple in his smile right away, making him seem like a Christmas elf. Grinning like a dofus for a second I snapped out of it. Chris was my best friend, shame on you feelings! Inwardly I kicked myself but I tugged on my lips and forced a semi-smile.

“You look like you’re gonna throw up.” He chuckled.

“I might. You’re hallway smells like a landfill.” I rolled my eyes then brushed past him.

“You may come in.” He called after me.

“Shut up Chris nobody cares what you think.” I heard Anna’s voice floating in the air.

Busting down his bedroom floor I laughed when I realized the mental image I had pictured of them earlier and the scene that was about to unfold in front of me now was the same.

“You guys are pathetic. I knew this was how it would be.” I sat down next to Anna and shuffled through the clothes.

Half-an-hour later, which consisted of Anna and I picking out clothes while Chris mixed music, everything was packed.

“What the hell? I’m not going to L.A. wearing a bunch of clothes you guys picked out for me.” Chris finally looked up from the computer screen.

“You had a role in this. You should have been looking up every now and then to check out what we were picking but nooo! Ami’s music beckoned.” Anna muttered.

I heard the bitter note towards the end but I shrugged it off. Anna liked Chris. I accepted it but the thing was, Chris was always busy with my music so they never had time to consider being anything more than friends. Anna had talked with me about it a long time ago, she was mostly frustrated and angry at Chris for being so oblivious. To tell you the truth I understood where she was coming from an agreed.
“I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” I sighed.

“Former exec of Island Def Jam.” Anna whistled, biting her lip nervously.

“No big deal.” Chris awkwardly laughed.

“Wanna go out for ice-cream or something?” I shot up after a while.

“I want to stay.” Chris said with a pout.

“Get your butt up. The woman wants ice-cream she’s gonna get her ice-cream. It’s our last day together you guys. We should spend it having fun not moping around.” Anna took charge and tugged on Christopher’s hair until he stood up reluctantly.

It really was gonna be our last day together. Tres Amigos was no more. After the flight tomorrow we would be cuatro. Chris, Ami, Stranger and Taylor De Luca.

The ice-cream parlor was all the way on Broadway and Seventh, in Times Square essentially. Anna begged me to drive around in Times because that was where all the famous models, stars and moguls did anything. Considering I came from a family of moguls this thought was disturbing. But my parents fame wasn’t anything compared to the stars that were allegedly milling around here.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much.” Anna squealed and hugged me when we got out of the car.

Rolling my eyes at her I told them to go ahead while I looked for change for the parking meter. I took my bag out and carelessly tugged on the zipper. The zip opened quickly and I swore when I saw the entire goddamn thing had ripped, my change and cards fell on the asphalt. The cars on the road were bumper to bumper, a blessing and I quickly tried to scoop up my belongings.

After collecting everything, I looked up just in time to see a gigantic SUV swerve and barely miss me. What it didn’t miss was my car. The unmistakable sound of a car accident hit my ears and the word “****” rang in the air.

“What the hell?” I screamed when I saw my rear window shatter and my bumper being crushed.

Standing up, I knocked on the window of the SUV and tapped my foot impatiently. Finally a burly body-guard, a scrawny looking man in a suit and a boy stepped out of the car.

“Excuse me? Who the hell is responsible for this?” I smiled tightly.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no this is bad. This is bad, bad, bad.” Suit-Guy wiped his sweaty forehead with a hanky.

“It’s fine. Calm down.” The boy said.

I turned and glared at him. But my look softened when I saw his looks. He had brown hair that swooshed to the side of his head, an amazing smile and coy eyes.

“Listen. We’re late for this thing, but we can call a cab and take you where you need to go, matter of fact you two both need to get in a cab. Insurance will be switched, we will take care of everything. But not right this second ma’am because we are late, late, late.” Sweaty Forehead Man gave me his card, pushed me with the cute guy and started talking with the security guard.

“Um, no, nope, hell no. Matter of fact I need to talk to you. You just busted up my car and you expect me to get in a cab? No way.” I protested.

But the body-guard was pushing me with the kid and hailing a cab already. In a matter of seconds I was being shoved into a taxi that smelled like vomit with a drop-dead gorgeous guy and a flimsy card. Hot Stranger Guy mumbled the address to the taxi but with all the traffic it seemed like we wouldn’t get there for another…forever and a day.
I craned my neck to see the guy in the suit was flittering over my car and chatting into a phone while the security guard was talking with a cop.

I slowly reached for the car-handle to make my escape but the sexy stranger next to me grabbed my hand and put it in my lap firmly. The nerve of this motherfu…

“You have a lot of nerve, hitting my car and expecting me to sit in a cab for the next three hours with you and I don’t even know your name.” I yelled at him.

“Well my name is Justin and I’m gonna be stuck in this car with you for the next three hours and even though you’re gorgeous you have a pretty nasty personality that ruins your looks and I don’t even know your name.” He replied coolly.

“Ami and if you were expecting to be somewhere extremely important to your future as a musician and you just had to witness your car get hit by an obnoxiously large SUV you would be pissed too.” I laughed bitterly.

“If you haven’t realized this, Ami, I have somewhere important to be that’s important to my fans. I’ve never even heard of you before! Besides that, you were the psycho that decided to play in traffic.” He shot back.

“I don’t make music to get known, I make music because I like it. Fans huh? Well I’ve got plenty of them, that’s how Taylor De Luca found out about me. If you are the musician you claim to be you would know who he is. Get this I’m getting signed to his new record label and for you information Mr. Justin the only Justin I know is Justin Timberlake. Seeing as how you’re not him I’m guessing it sucks to be you.” I gave him a cheery smile.

He remained dead silent after I went off on him and I scoffed. It was a smart move though because I cooled down quickly. It wasn’t his fault really and besides that he was cute.

“Taylor De Luca? The Rebel of Def Jam? I’m impressed,” Justin smiled faintly, “And sorry too. I’m just stressed right now. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that, I don’t even know you. And if we’re gonna spend the next eternity together in New York traffic we might as well be friends.”

“Apology accepted. We’ll get along swimmingly.” I sighed and leaned my forehead against the window.

The awkward silence draped over us for the next few minutes until my phone buzzed. I looked down and saw that it was Anna.

“Hello? Where the hell are you? We’re at Baskin Robbins!”

“I’m so sorry Anna. You’ll have to cab it back to Christofer’s place and finish up without me you won’t believe what happened.” I sighed into the phone.

“Oh. Well I guess we can manage. Do you need me to call your parents and tell them? Or Taylor since you’re supposed to meet him.”

“It’s okay I got it. You just chill with Chris. Call you when I’m there.”

“Bye.”

“Bye-bye.” I groaned as I hung up the phone.

That was my last connection with sanity. If you know New York then you realize the love hate relationship all of us New Yorkers have with the traffic. We love it when the streets empty, in fact street racing is a hit where I go to school.

“So…” Justin attempted a conversation.

“Yup.” I awkwardly nodded.

“Tell me about yourself.” He blurted.

“Why the heck would I do that?” I contained a laugh.

“We’re going to be stuck together in a car for the next forever. We might as well do something productive.” He shrugged.

“True. Plus the fact that we’re most likely never going to meet again has it ups. It means whatever I tell you now, won’t have any importance.” I tapped my chin in thought.

“That’s a really cute gesture.” Justin grinned.

“Well I can tell one thing about you, you’re a player.” I huffed.

“And you’re still blushing.” He winked.

“Yeah well…what do you want to know?” I looked at my hands in my lap.

“First of all is that your real hair color?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah actually it is. My dad’s full Irish and my mom’s half Irish.” I smiled at his question.

It was cute, not too personal either.

“Now it’s your turn to ask me a question.” He nodded.

“How did you get into the music biz?” I said after a while.

“I started out singing just for fun then my mom came up with the idea of trying out contests. I actually liked it and I ended up making a Youtube account. I made it so my relatives could see whatever shows they couldn’t make it to. Things started getting crazy when I saw there were more than a million hits on some of the videos. I mean when I think back on it now, it may not seem like such a big deal considering the success I have had since, but I didn’t even have a million people in my hometown. It was just…amazing. Then I got contacted by both Usher and Justin Timberlake,” He winked as he said this, “and I ended up going with Usher’s deal and signed with Def Jam. Dropped my first album and then my second.”

“Now there’s a Justin I know.” I laughed.

“Since it’s my turn I think I’ll ask you how you got into music in general.” Justin smiled.

“Well when I was six I left my mom’s side of the family in Nevada and moved in with my dad’s side of the family near New York, where my parents were. My uncle was a classical composer and he taught me how to play piano. I loved living with my relatives, a lot. Then when I was fourteen I moved again with my parents. My little brother had died, but whenever I visited him he always had me sing for him. He said it helped him feel better. So as soon as I moved in with my parents I joined a school choir, church choir and a ton of musicals. Basically if anything was music related I was there. It was the only time I felt close to my brother again. I met my best friend Chris backstage at a school musical. He was amazing with anything that had to do with technology. He convinced me to put a Myspace music page and even helped put together my demo. I got a strong fan base and started playing local venues and doing a couple sports things, you know with national anthems. Taylor De Luca found me playing at some dingy café and approached me with a deal. I accepted.” My voice got breathy at the end.

Thinking about Chameroun made my eyes mist. The last time I had talked to him, before he died, he wanted me to sing him happy birthday. I refused, jealous that all my parents’ attention went to him. But when the doctors said he was gone, I sat there for two days straight singing him every song I could think of until my throat went raw until all that came out were whispers. I thought if somehow I sang to him he would come back. I turned away from the stranger next to me and looked out the window. I was tempted to start over with a new personality, but it hit me again that it was pointless. He was a stranger. He wouldn’t tell anyone anything really.

“I’m gonna cheat and ask you another question. Are you okay?” He asked, concerned but still hoping to get me to laugh.

“I was so stupid. I fought with him over my stupid parents’ attention. I kept yelling and crying, throwing a stupid tantrum all because it was my birthday and mom and dad were in the hospital with him and not home. I knew it was pointless, that it wasn’t his fault. But I kept going, not knowing the last chance for good-byes and I love yous were slipping away.” My voice cracked and I held back choking sobs.


“A few minutes after the fight, Chameroun went to sleep. I thought he was sleeping, he got so tired so easily and the arguing had probably tired him out. I remembered thinking that. Exactly that. Then the doctors told us it was forever. I sat there and sang to him. I thought maybe he would come back if I sang. For two days, until he bloated and I couldn’t even recognize him anymore. I sang until my voice gave out.” I said after the silence became too much to handle.

I could taste the familiar salt on the corners of my mouth and I didn’t bother wiping the tears away. My hand went instead to my hair tie and it all tumbled to my face, covering the crying.

Then, the stranger did something surprising. Not speaking, just understanding, he pulled me into a hug and I let him. I let him sing happy birthday into my hair and just then, for a little bit, it felt like Chameroun’s hands were on my shoulder. Frail and thin, but still the hands squeezed.
>>>End of Chapter<<<

Working on the next chapter!

I pack a lot in to all the chapters so it might take a while! A ton of sh*t happens next.

Some encouragement would be nice. Feedback? Thoughts? Comments? Anything?? Lol.

xoxo Shooting Stars

I just finished reading. I like it a lot. But was the background of every character needed? It was kind of a lot to read. But the chapter itself was interesting and I like the name you chose for Ami. Has a good ring to it. Keep writing!

Yeah in a way it was, because I intend to make this a really long fan fiction and kind of complex. Almost like a novel lol. So I felt like background on all the characters in Ami's life were needed just so readers could get an insight. Thanks so much for the feedback and thank you for taking the time to read.

Chapter two will probs be up before the end of the weekend. I have finals, ughh!

Makes sense. Coolio! I can't wait until chapter two is up. Keep writing you're really talented.

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Thank youu! You're super sweet. Now I have to work hard to get up just for you lol.