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Always Be Mine Chapter 6

Jazmine

I swam to the edge, making it to the shallow end before Shakira could make it to the deeper end. I stood up from under the water and saw Justin smiling warmly at me. “Good job, Jazmine,” I folded my arms and listened to Shakira complain from the other side. “Okay, Jazz is still the leader!” Christian announced. My cheeks reddened when he called me by my nickname as I took a glimpse of Justin’s face. If I weren’t hallucinating, I’d say that he was frowning. As if he was jealous. “Thank you, Chris,” I beamed, snickering at Justin in my mind. I loved seeing him so jealous of his friend. Christian and I weren’t even together, yet he was so green-eyed. Stepping out of the pool and Christian jumping back in, Shakira stayed where she was and I turned to face everyone. Now, it was Ryan’s turn. “Hey, Ryan, did you choose…orange?” Ryan shook his head and shrugged, “Nope, sorry,” I sighed and continued, going to Marly. “Me knowing Marly, she would totally choose blue, right?” She laughed softly and I jump in the deep end. Christian counted to three and then yelled, “Go!”
We swam across the pool. “Go Marly!” Derek and Shakira rooted for her. She and I were on the same swim team the year after I won a medal. Christian cheered for me and Justin was quiet this time. “What’s up with you, JB?” Ryan asked, nudging him. Justin shook his head, bangs covering his big, brown eyes. His arms were folded and he wasn’t smiling. The singer leaned against the pool and he saw me coming his way. Marly was already at the edge of the pool so it was decided that she was our new leader. “Good job, Mars!” Derek called to her. “Thanks,” She rubbed her eyes and smiled, pushing her body out of the pool. I stood beside Justin and Christian. “What’s you color, Jazz?” Christian asked. I told him my favorite color was black and he said, “Mine too!”
“Justin,” Marly asked. He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows. “Did you choose purple?” He nodded and Christian said go as soon as Marly was ready. Justin pushed off the pool side and swam as fast as he could. Marly passed him and he was about halfway. Justin moved his legs quicker than before. Shakira cheered, Christian, cheered, Derek, Ryan, and Chaz cheered for him. I, on the other hand, cheered for Marly. “Go Marly!” I yelled. Unfortunately, Justin made it to the end first. “Hey guys, it’s getting pretty late. After Justin’s turn, we need to get back.” Kenny announced. We all looked at the big clock beside the doors and saw that it was seven. “Wow, we’ve been in this pool for three hours,” Chaz gawked. Justin decided to get this game over with quicker.

Justin

Does she not even notice me? She must really hate me. I’m bored now. “Chaz chose red, Jazz picked black and Chris did too. Derek chose orange and Ryan wanted white. We’re done now, right?” He folded his arms. “Yeah, I guess so.” Kira said. I helped her out the pool and then walked to my towel, completely ignoring everyone. I walked into the lobby, drying my hair. “I wonder what’s up with him,” Jazz said.
My room was in the private section of the boat. I grabbed my key and opened the door, finding Usher sitting on the couch. “Hey, Usher,” I threw my towel on the bed and walked into the bathroom. “Yo, JB, how was the flight?” He asked.
“Boring,”
“Really? I thought first-class flights weren’t so boring,”
“Well, mine was,”
He shrugged and continued watching television. I inhaled and twisted the shower handle. My hand searched for a clean, white towel and laid it on the toilet. Stripping myself of my swim wear, I stepped into the hot shower water. I was jealous, yes, but still, how could Jazmine hate me, Justin Bieber?

Jazmine

“That was awesome! I got to meet Justin Bieber!” Shakira had a faraway look on her face. “And I got to meet Christian Beadles!” I stretched. Derek asked me something that shocked me, “What do you see in Chris that you don’t see in Justin?” I glared at him.
“I admit Justin is cuter than Christian, but Christian doesn’t sound all girly when he sings. He doesn’t even sing! Justin looks like a female and Christian doesn’t! Christian is way funnier than Justin,” I raised my nose in the air and went into the bathroom to change. “I do admit Christian is kinda funny,” Lasi had waked up. Derek carried her to my room and laid her on my bed until she woke up. I poked my head out and said, “Thank you! Somebody finally realizes that Christian is funny! Especially that Red Bull video.” We all laughed at that. “I can’t wait to eat and I can’t wait to see JB perform!” Marly squealed while drying her hair. I got in the shower and washed myself for ten minutes. “Hurry up, Jazz, we gatta take showers too, ya know?” I could her Lasi complaining. I quickly turned off the shower and stepped out. “Derek, close your door. We’ll tell you when you can open,” Lasi commanded him. He nodded and closed the door to his fragment of his room.
Justin
I walked out the bathroom with a towel around my body. Usher wasn’t on the couch anymore. He wasn’t even my room. No one was but me. I went to check my messages on my phone.

3 missed calls, 2 new messages
I opened up my iPhone and looked in my inbox. The messages were from Chaz.
-Hey, JB its chaz. Dude whats up with you? U just walked off and left us there. Where are you?
His other one;
-Hey what time does the buffet close?
The buffet? Seriously, Chaz, be reasonable. You could’ve asked someone else instead of wasting my time. I sent him back a message and said;
-I’m fine. I just have jet lag
He immediately text me back.
-But you were fine until that girl came around u. Ur jealus aren’t u?
-Jealous? Why u think dat?
-Because all you did was sat there and kept your head down
-That don’t make me jealous Chaz
-In my book it does
-What eggzactly would your ‘book’ be about
-da rules of LOVE!
-Goodbye Chaz I’ll meet up with you guys later
-Don’t you quit texting me bieber!
-I just did.
I smirked at the phone and looked through my missed calls. One from Mom and one from Chaz. I called Mom and it took three rings before she answered it. “Justin Drew Bieber, where have you been?” I could hear the worry and the relief in her voice. “Ma, I’m fine. I’m in my room,” I calmed her down. She just sighed. I waited for her lecture. “Justin, honey, I haven’t seen you since you boarded the ship, no one knew where you were. I tried calling Usher, he didn’t pick up. Christian, Chaz, Ryan, Grandma didn’t know where you were! What’s wrong with you?” I could hear that she was at the buffet place. “Ma, I told you, I’m fine. I just got the bad case of something called ‘jet lag’. Don’t worry about me,” I put my socks on, blow-dried my hair and I heard her say with some excitement, “Okay. Come to the deck and join us. They’re popping fireworks,”
“No thanks. I’m going to get a nap in and I’ll meet up with you in an hour, okay?”
“Alright, honey, I’ll see you later,”
“Bye, Ma,” I hung up the phone and jumped on the bed. It’s not fair that Christian gets all the lovin’ from her and not me! I mean, I’m the star here! Hello? Justin Bieber, duh! I grumbled, squeezing my pillow tighter and tighter.

Jazmine

There were many people around with their family and friends, watching multiple fireworks soar through the sky. “No, Lasi! Don’t!” She pulled me over to the boys. I was nervous because I was wearing one of Lasi’s outfits (She made me wear it). It was a long, black halter top shirt and some black shorts. “Hi, guys!” She waved, hand gripping my arm tighter. “Hey, guys, what’s up?” They smirked at us. “Oh, nothing, just watching fireworks. Hey, have you seen JB?” Derek asked. I shook my head and looked at Lasi, who shook her head along with me. “Nope,” We answered jointly.
Then, I heard some footsteps and looked beside me to see Ms. Pattie, Bieber’s mother. “Hey, Ms. Pattie!” I smiled at her. She greeted and gave me a small hug. Then she sat down beside the boys, me, and Lasi. “So, guys, what’s up?” She asked, pointing out fireworks. “Nothing, really. I just wanted to get some French fries and then I’d be on my way, but I got caught up with Derek and we started talking.” Chaz was the first one to break the silence. “So you’re friends now?” I asked, pretty astonished. Derek nodded silently and rested his arms behind his neck. We were sitting in the lounge chairs by the pool. Many people were there too. TiK ToK by Ke$ha played as beings danced on the deck.

Justin

Woke up at eight o’clock. Put some real clothes on; my black cap, a purple sweater vest with a white tank-top underneath and some dark blue skinny jeans. I put on my G-shock and my neon colored Nikes before heading to the deck. Grabbed my phone and room key and placed the key in my pocket. I passed up Beyonce’s room, Rihanna’s, and Usher’s. Ne-yo was on the other side of the boat. Searched through my contacts and found Mom’s. I called her and she answered to rings later. “Hello?”
“Ma, it’s me, where are you guys?” I reached the outside and saw everyone having a great time. Dancing, watching fireworks, talking, laughing, enjoying their time on the cruise. “We’re over by the pool on the right side.” She answered.
“Aiight, bye,” I hung up and made my way over to them. Some fan girls walked up to me with pens and cameras, asking for autograpghs and pictures. I remembered to put on a smile and sound as happy as possible. “Sure thing, sweethearts,” I wrapped my arm around their shoulder as one of the girls snapped the picture. Next, I used their sharpies and signed their pictures, albums, and shirts. After I was done, I finally made it to everyone. The first person I noticed was Jazmine. She looked simply beautiful. She had a fake smile on her face and I ignored it, staring at her curves and her thighs.

Her skin complexion is the right color; her eyes were big, greenish, and perfect. Her hair is just the right length and just the right color. He smile was as attractive as ever. Damn, shawty. Talk about fine, I licked my lips, saying hey to everyone else and took a seat beside Jazmine. “Hey, Bieber,” She muttered and starting acting as if I wasn’t around. Every now and then she would glance at me and I would glare at her. “Oh, Jazz, look at that one. It’s huge!” Chris pointed. She grinned from ear-to-ear and agreed that it was big.

Soon it was only a few people on the deck and there weren’t any fireworks left. “Hey, Justin, don’t you think the fireworks were nice?” Jazmine finally asked me a question, once it was only me, her, Chris, and Kira. “Yeah, they were…nice,” I smiled tenderly and looked up at the dark sky. “I wish these many stars were out every night.” I counted as many stars as I could and looked over at the three. “Well, guys I’m going back. I’ve gotten tired from swimming and I wanna go to bed. See you two tomorrow.” That left me with Kira. I got up and wordlessly walked to the railing, looking down at the water. She slowly and quietly walked over beside me and rested her head on her arms. “So, what’s really on your mind, Justin?” She asked. I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my face and I just flat-out told the truth. “Okay, I’m jealous. Because Jazmine likes Chris instead of me.”
“I figured.” She exhaled.
I glanced at her and began speaking again, “It’s not that I hate Chris or anything I’m just…jealous,” I say.
“You like Jazzy,” She smirked, meaning it in the form of a statement instead of a question.
“But the thing is that she doesn’t like me,” Shakira looked at me. She told me that I just needed to bond with Jazz to get her to open up to me. “She did that when I first became friends with her,”
“Maybe next time I see her I’ll buy her a gift.” I suggested.
“That’s a good way to start,” Kira considered it, “Maybe if you buy her a gift and then act quiet around her, she’ll start talking more when no one is around to converse with her.” I shrugged and thought about it. “That’s a good idea. Thanks, Kira,” I nodded at her and she smiled.
“Oh, by the way, can I get your autograph?”
“Sure thing,”

Guess tomorrow will be a better day.

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Always Be Mine Chapter 7
“Unofficial”

Justin

The very dim light surrounded me and it looked as if the room were rocking back and forth. Duh, stupid, you on a boat, ya idiot, my conscious gave me a mental slap. I stretched my arms and legs, sliding out of bed and onto the floor. Get up! My mind practically screamed my body awake. There was a knock at the door and I went to see who it was; Usher. I opened the door and let him in. “C’mon, Biebs, you got a show today and you know you don’t wanna disappoint the fans if you was late,” His slang made me laugh. I think he was just try’na be fu-Wait, what?! A show?! Nobody told me I had a show today! “What time is it?” I asked. “I’d say around…9 o’clock.” The show starts at 9 o’clock in the morning?! Really, guys, who the hell would get up at seven in the morning, get dressed, and be ready to go to a concert that starts at nine o’clock in the morning? I would just be rollin’ outta bed! He saw my expression and quickly added that the show actually starts at 12, but he wanted to get there early so we could help set up. “Oh,”

Jazmine

I woke up to the sounds of the shower water running and the blow-dryer. They were getting ready for something. Derek sat close to the door and hummed softly while Kira, Marly, and Lasi were in the bathroom. “Mornin’, sleepyhead,” Lasi greeted me. I threw a pillow at her face but she caught it. “What was that for?” She barked.
“’Cause I felt like throwing something at you,” I laughed as she sat on the bed and grumbled something.
“What time is it now?” I couldn’t see the clock because of my angle and because Lasi was in the way so I couldn’t turn it in my direction. “About ten a.m.” The brunette answered, putting on some black gladiator sandals. She had on a nice outfit, in my opinion. It was a blue plaid, shirt with some yellow leggings. Her hair was up in a slick bun and she had on some light purple eye shadow. Her lip gloss was clear and sparkly. Marly walked out with her hair in curls. She had on a green halter swim suit top and a plain, white mini-skirt. “Where are y’all going today?” I asked out of curiosity. “You didn’t know? Justin Bieber has a concert today and the contest winners for that commercial your mom heard on the radio get front row seats and backstage passes. I am so going to sit in the middle seat of the row!” Marly cheered.
“Hey, guys, guess who gave me an autograph last night?” Shakira walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed with a picture in her hand. On the bottom-right corner was small handwriting. “You is so lucky, you know that, right?” Derek complained. Kira’s dirty-blonde hair was straight as she held in the air and put on a small necklace. Her shirt was purple and her leggings were white. She had on some gladiator sandals as well. “Oh, yeah, I know, honey, I know,”
“I’m gonna go to breakfast and come back here.” I yawned, placing my feet firmly on the carpet. “Come with us, Jazz!” They begged but I refused. More begging and begging until I finally had had enough o’ them. “Okay, okay, I’ll go with you,” I made a stupid decision but ‘oh well’.

I just put on my casual clothes; a black shirt, some white skinny jeans, white high-top Nikes, Kanye West rimmed sunglasses, and a white hoodie. Derek had dressed up in a normal plaid shirt with some baggy blue jeans. We all exited the room and made our way to the buffet room. “Yes! They still have the donuts! I’m surprised they still have them because they are the bomb!” He took, like, five donuts and shoved them all (AT ONE TIME) in his mind. My stomach instantly burned and I felt sick while gripping my shirt. “That’s nasty,” I groaned not looking at him eat the sugary snack. I like donuts, don’t get me wrong, but Derek practically gulped down five donuts at once. Don’t ‘cha think that’s a little…risky?
I grabbed some sausage and a small biscuit. I’m not very hungry to tell you the truth.
“You’re not eating much, Jazz,” I heard a soft voice say from behind me. I whirled around in my seat and saw Chris. He looked so adorable. “Not really,” I shrugged. “He sat beside me and placed a small necklace on the table. “You forgot this at the pool yesterday.” My jaw dropped and I picked it up. “It’s my necklace! I’d been looking all over my room all night! Thank you so much, Chris!” I gave him a big hug and he chuckled.
“Where’d you get it? It looks beautiful on you,” He complimented me as I put it around my neck. “I got it from my mo-mo before she passed last year.” His smiled slowly disappeared as I reassured him, “But I’m fine now! Ha-ha, I already got over the fact that it was her time to go a couple of months back.” He beamed again. “So, what’re you doin’ today, Jazz?” He asked. I shook my head and told him I was going to Justin’s concert today but only for my friends. “You don’t like Justin?” He was actually quite surprised when I told him that I really hated Justin. “Why?” Christian asked me. I sighed and told him my reasons. “One, I think he looks like a girl. Two, I hate his girly voice and his lyrics are always about girls. Three, it seems to me that he’s a player; He’s been out with your sister and they’re not together anymore. Next thing I’m hearing on Twitter, he and Kim Kardashian are together, and four, he’s short.”

Christian was quick to respond, “He doesn’t look like a girl. Not all of his songs are about girls. He isn’t dating Kim Kardashian, and he’s 5’2, how tall do you want him to be? 5’9?” He was defending him like any best friend would. I wasn’t completely surprised at all because I know my girls (and boy) got my back. “You guys really are good friends,” I looked at him and sipped my orange juice. He shrugged. I smiled, “I like that. You’re a good dude, Christian.”
He looked at me and blushed. “Justin is a good guy too, you know?” I shake my head and manage to tell him my feelings, “The true is that..I like you more than him,” He was actually more surprised than I thought he’d be. “I like you, too, Jazz,” A smile tiptoed across both of our faces as he intertwined our fingers together. Just as he did that, Justin walked through the doors and walked over near our table. He noticed us but ignored it and grabbed something to eat. Christian put his hat on my head and said he’d be right back, walking to Justin.

Justin

I walk in the buffet room and see Chris and Jazmine sitting together with their hands together. They were across the room which is where I had to walk in order to get to the food. I quickly stride past the two but Christian notices me in my white outfit. “I’ll be right back,” He told Jazmine. That made me even madder. And I bought her something from the gift shop too! I took the present out of my pocket and squeezed it. I had bought her a small bracelet with her favorite colored stars. She probably would’ve have thanked me and got on with her life. Next thing I know, I’m talking to Christian. “Hi,” I put some small pancakes on my plate and went for biscuits and a donut. “What’s up?” Is he desperately trying to stir up a conversation? “Nothing, just about to eat and then help set up.” Mostly everyone around us was staring except for Jazmine. She was over by her friends who had beckoned her over. “Oh. Hey, wanna play some video-games in the room once you’re done?” He smirked and I shrugged. “Well, I’m gonna go hang with Jazmine for a while,” He waved. “Hey, wait!” But he didn’t hear me. You must want me to do it, eh? I thought, looking up at the ceiling. I heard a little voice in the back of my head; my conscious. You want her to like you, right? It said. I sighed and nodded quietly to myself. Then it was like a deeper voice was talking. Follow your heart, it said. “Guess you’re right,” Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see my grandma. “Good morning, Grandma,” I cheered up a little. “Good morning, Justin,” She hugged me tight, and then sat on the left side of me. I sighed and slowly chewed on my biscuit. “What’s wrong, dear?” She asked. I could see the concern in her eyes. “It’s just that there’s this girl I like but she don’t like me back, and I’m kinda sad ‘cause I bought her a gift from the shop.” She rolled her eyes. “Drama, jealously, violence. Is that all you kids talk about these days? ‘I like this person but she doesn’t like me’ or ‘This girls deserves to be with someone better than him!’” I protested with a small laugh. “But the thing is that she like Chris.” She looked at me and shrugged. “You are too funny, Grandma!” I chuckled. She hugged me and gave the same advice I got from that voice;

Follow you heart

Sorry its so short, you guys. I had writer's block again because I was consumed in my other story

Always Be Mine Chapter 8

Justin

They screamed my name. It was about time. They screamed it in chants. “JUSTIN! JUSTIN! JUSTIN!” was all I heard. Then, I went on.
“Hey, guys!” I waved at them and they screamed louder. “Heh, so I decided that you guys should get to pick the song instead of me,” I spoke into the microphone and they started yelling out random songs. “Baby!” One girl yelled from the back. “One Less Lonely Girl!” Another shouted. “What are we gonna sing, my lovely ladies?” There were shrieks after I said that.
Then I heard a familiar voice. “Somebody to Love!” I looked in front of me and saw Shakira and Lasianaga in the front next to Jazmine! I’m surprised she even decided to show up. “Come on, girlies, I need more answers!” I said. They started screaming one song; Somebody to Love. “Okay, darlings,”
The music started and the boys and I started dancing. Soon it was me singin’

Oh! Oh!
For you I'd write a symphony
I'd tell the violins
It's time to sink or swim
March and play for ya’

For you I'd be (Whoa oh)
Runnin’ a thousand miles
Just get to where you are
Step to the beat of my heart

I don't need a whole lot
Coming from you I admit I'd
Rather give you the world
Or we can share mine

I know I won't be the first one
giving you all this attention
Baby, listen

I just need somebody to love
I-I don't need too much
Just somebody to love
Somebody to love
I don't need nothing else
I promise girl, I swear
I just need somebody to love

I need somebody, I-I need somebody
I need somebody, I-I need somebody

Every day, I bring the sun around
I sleep away the clouds, smile for me (smile for me)
I-I would take every second, every single time
Spend it like my last dime
Step to the beat of my heart

I don't need a whole lot
But for you I need I'd
Rather give you the world
Or we can share mine

I know I won't be the first one
Giving you all this attention
Baby, listen

I just need somebody to love
I-I don't need too much
Just somebody to love
Somebody to love
I don't need nothing else
I promise girl, I swear
I just need somebody to love

I need somebody, I-I need somebody
I need somebody, I-I need somebody
I need somebody, I-I need somebody
I need somebody, I-I need somebody
Kira screamed loudly and I walked past the girls grabbing each hand that was visible.

And you can have it all
Anything you want I can bring
give you the finer things, yeah
But what I really want I can't find 'cause
Money can't find me
I looked over in Jazmine’s direction and pointed, but acted like I was pointing to someone else. Then I walked closer.

Somebody to love, oh

Find me somebody to love, oh

I just need somebody to love (Yeah)
I-I don't need too much
Just somebody to love
Somebody to love
I don't need nothing else
I promise girl, I swear
I just need somebody to love

I need somebody, I-I need somebody
I need somebody, I-I need somebody
I need somebody, I-I need somebody
I need somebody, I-I need somebody

I need somebody, I need somebody
I-I need somebody.

Is she out there?
Girls screamed my name and waved their hands.
Is she out there?
Is she out there?
Is she out there?

I just need somebody to love

By the end of the song, every girl was jumping up and down in their ‘I <3 Justin Bieber’ T-shirts. A couple girls were crying and I think one had a nosebleed. The only girl that stood there (and maybe sang a verse or a little bit of the chorus) was Jazmine.
“Did you guys like that?” I asked, they obviously shouted their asses off. “How about we do Up?” One girl screamed, “I LOVE YOU, JUSTIN!” I chuckled. “I love you too,”

Jazmine

The song was kinda catchy, but I’m practically stuck here for the next hour and a half. They begged me; I refused. More begging; I sighed and agreed to go. Now, all I see is Justin Bieber on the stage singing, acting like a damn fool! “How about Up?” They all screamed which almost burst my eardrums. “YES!” I heard Marly shout beside me. She was the most excited about being here. “Okay,” Before I knew it, he was singing the song. It reminded me of Chris Brown’s song Take You Down. I love that song to death! He sang and sang and before I realized it, I was singing along. I knew most of the lyrics by now since he’d been singing them for the past…two and a half minutes. “And we can go nowhere but up, from here, my dear. So tell me what we got to fear,” I mumbled in my best voice. Lasianaga stopped and glanced over at me. “Looks like someone is having fun,” I shot her a death glare and simply answered, “Girl, please, just ‘cause I sing this song, don’t mean I like dude,” I folded my arms. “Who wants to be my baby?” Justin shouted. Girls yelled and cried and screamed and shrieked to get up on stage. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her smirk. She screamed Justin’s name as much as she could and as high as her voice pitch could go. “Pick her! Pick her!” She pointed to me and then Marly caught on, doing the same. Soon, all my friends were pointing at me and I grumbled at them, trying to keep their hands down. “Pick JAZZY!” They screamed. “Uh, let’s see…” Justin was deciding. He walked over from the opposite and over into our section. He glanced from girl to girl. Then, his eyes rested on me. “Um, how about…you! In the white hoodie!” But there were two white-hoodied people. “You, in the rimmed glasses!” He pointed, holding his hand out. Me. He chose me. Wonderful. Girls groaned and Marly, Lasi, and Kira pushed me up there. “Wait, no! Please don’t! Hey! Wait! Marly! Kira! Lasi! I’m gonna hurt you three when this is over!” They continued pushing me up there until Justin had me. He grabbed my hand and I blushed. His creamy skin was pretty soft, I admit it. He started walking towards the center platform in the middle of rows of screaming chicks but stopped and turned around, seeing my frozen expression. Justin put one arm around my hips and guided me to the platform. He started to transition into One Less Lonely Girl. So predictable. “There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, one less lonely girl,” He sang, I blushed as he smiled and winked. I could hear people ‘aw’- ing and smiling. Justin’s Chesnutt hair seemed to glimmer in the afternoon sunlight. “How many I told you’s and start overs and shoulders have you cried on before?” I’d say about…three? I thought sarcastically. “How many promises, be honest girl.” He continued while holding my hand and squeezing it. “How many tears you let hit the floor?” It seemed as if he was really asking me these questions! A lot, my eyes watered as my previous boyfriends shot before my eyes. “Aw, she’s crying!” I heard a girl say. Raymond, Jordan, and Donell all cheated on me for some ungrateful little slut. And they all promised me they would be that special one if I came back to them. When pigs grow wings and fly! Justin let go of my hand and wiped my tears away. “I can fix up your broken heart; I can give you a brand new start; I can make you believe, yeah,” He sang while pulling me into a hug. His face was directed toward the crowd.

Justin

Well, um, this is an awkward moment. I started rocking to the beat and sang the rest of the lyrics. Before the song ended, I slipped a box in her pocket and unwrapped my arms from around Jazz. After I sang the rest of the songs, the show ended and Christian greeted me in the back. “That was awesome, dude!” He had his hat on backwards as we did a little hand shake. Then Scooter pulled me off to the side to inform that I had some girls coming back for a meet and greet VIP thing. I nodded at him and sauntered over to Chris. “So did you like the show?” I asked. His smile sort of disappeared when I asked about the subject. “Y-Yeah, it was good,” Chris answered simply. Okay…Well, I’m technically just laying here with Chris on my bed of pillows, in my dressing room, waiting for the girls to come and scream for pictures and autographs and T-shirts. “Hey, let’s play catch while we’re waiting,” Chris suggested. “Sure,”
Okay, first, I don’t know where he got that beach ball from because that wasn’t in the corner when I first came back here. “Catch!” He tossed the ball to me and I caught it, tossing it back to him. “Hey, do you ever wonder why girls throw random things at me when I’m on stage? Like, I remember some fan girl threw a freakin’ pack o’ sour patch kids at me! And then another person flung a damn water bottle! And it hurt like ****!” I complained. Chris laughed as I threw the ball at his face. “That is not funny, Christian Beadles!” He continued laughing at me, even though the ball landed on his mug. “Justin,” I heard a voice come from outside the door as it opened up. “I’d like you to meet the girls and one boy,” I sat up and watched as they piled in the room. “Jazmine?! Shakira, Marly, Lasianaga! Derek?” Lasi waved excitedly at me and I got up from the…whatever it is. “I find it real weird that yesterday you saw Justin but you didn’t go nuts. Now today, you’re all ‘Oh my Goodness! I’m meeting the Justin Bieber!’” I could hear the exasperation in Jazmine’s voice. She wasn’t like this earlier. “Hey, Jazz,” Chris waved. She smiled and winked at him which only made me more jealous. “So, you guys wanna picture?”

Jazmine

I’m backstage with everyone and Justin is signing Lasi’s shirts and her CD. I made my way over to Chris who was cracking some crazy jokes. Literally. “You what letters in the alphabet are weird?”
“What?” I asked. He folded his arms and answered me, “The letters Q, W, P, A, H, and…uh…you get the point!”
I laughed, “Why are those letters weird?” Justin heard my question and answered me, “Q is just an O trying to be fancy,”