It Just Happens
Can you guys tell some other people to read this?
I don't feel like I'm pleasing many people here, but I swear it gets better now that they've met. I just need more comments, so I know how I'm doing and so I get an idea of how I wanna proceed with this! Pleeaaaasee? Tell people. Buddies. Friends. Pals. Compadres. Screaming babies. Do it.
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From JUSTIN
The paper sat in my back pocket for the whole day. As I stared at it in the street, people milling around me, I wondered why I felt so.. happy.
She gave me a sketch. She took the time to copy hers and write me a message. Man, I wish I'd gotten her name. What was it? Gemma? Eileen? Samantha?
Does Maybelle know it? Probably not. Maybelle would have spilled it a looong time ago if she knew.
I stared at that piece of paper that night, after late rehearsals, as if just staring at it would give me the answers. I've never wanted to know anything so badly. I wanted to know her name, I wanted to see her smile, I wanted to make her laugh.
I tried to clear my head, and come up with a plan, but the image of her sitting on that table, oblivious to the world, biting her lip, pushing her hair out of her eyes, was like imprinted into my mind.
What. The. Hell.
Justin, you don't even know her. She doesn't even know you! .. Does she?
Did she see through my disguise? She looked smart. Did she ask Maybelle? Maybelle would tell her. Does she want to see me again, like I want to see her?
Ugh. More questions. I need answers.
But how in the name of the Lord Almighty, am I gonna find one blonde, gray eyed girl in the midst of all the others in Los Angeles? There were things that stood out about her, but I couldn't exactly go around asking people if they'd seen a girl bit her lip. Or one that wore pink and purple bracelet.
It's hopeless. And impossible. Both.
I crashed on my bed, hands behind my head. I sighed loudly.
My phone rang, but I let it go to voicemail. But then, I felt bad. I picked it up, too late, and heard the message that my manager left.
Hey, Justin it's Scooter. So we have that interview tomorrow at nine. So be up bright and early. You'll be playing One Time and Never Say Never acoustically, and then have a fan signing after. You got the rest of the day off after that. don't stay up to late, kiddo.
Interview. Day off.
BAM. Idea.
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I woke up, showered and blow dried my hair. I put on jeans and a whit shirt and ared hoodie on top. I grabbed some red sunglasses and headed out the door. I was excited. More than excited. I felt like I was gonna explode.
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"So Justin.. Let's talk abot a rather intersting subject shall we?"
I smiled confidently, "Go for it."
"Alright, so your legions of fans want to know.. Is ther a special girl in your life?"
Here goes nothing. Or everything. I took a deep breath, "Actually.. yes. Yes, there is. Well, there might be. She's not .. not exactly "in my life" yet."
I heard all the air go out of the room, as it was inhaled by everyone there. Scooter looke dlike he got kicked in the balls, my mom had her eyebrows raised, and every teen girl watching had their jaws to the ground.
"..Yep.." I said just to fill the silence.
"Well, uhh. uh.. who is this.. who .. very lucky.. who is this girl?!?!"
"Well, yeah. See that's the problem, I didn't actually.. get her name." I dug my hand into my pocket.
"Is that what you meant when you said she's not in your life?" I nodded.
The interviewer laughed. "How do you not know you're dating Justin Bieber?"
"We're not dating. We just met. Yesterday, actually, so yeah. And I was kind of hiding out in one of my favourite places, and then she just.. we just met." I finished, kind of lamely.
I took another deep breath, "And now, I really wanna get to know her and I can't find her."
"Aweeee.." the audience chimed.
"I can't believe I didn't ask for her name! I was, really, uh flustered I gues."
"Isn't he the cutest thing?" asked the interviewer of the audience. Um, kay this dude was kind of creepy. And gay. I don't even know which one.
"Yeah, well it's a good thing she left me something to find her by." I took the folded sheet out of my pocket. Please be watching..
I unfolded it carefully, and held it up to the camera.
"Can you please find me?"
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TO BE CONTINUED
Hahaa, Melody's point of view is next chapter.
I'll wait for a few comments though. Just know it's already done and jsut waiting for you!
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