Chapter 4: The Greatest Crappy Car Ever, Kylies POV
"Craap..." I said to myself.
"Need some help there, stranger?" The hooded figure, known as Justin, asked me.
"Unless you can get my car to start, then no." I said smiling.
"Here, let me try." He said motioning for me to get out of the car. I followed his directions and stood up out of the car. He climbed in and tried to start the purple people eater, as I called it. It didn't work, not even the Bieber charm could get it to start.
"I'll drive you home, if you want." He said getting out of the car.
"Hold that thought, let me call my mom." I said, picking out my phone. I talked to my mom, who didn't set up AAA yet in Georgia, of course. She agreed to let him drive me home, although I didn't tell her it was Justin Bieber, or she wouldn’t believe me, at all. I’d just let her see for herself. I grabbed my groceries out of my car and put them in his.
“Come on, slow poke,” He said, rushing me. I opened the door and jumped into the nicest car. My eyes wide I said,
“Wow, your car is nicer than I thought it was,” I smiled, putting on my seatbelt.
“Yeah, I’m pretty rich. Haha, just kidding. Usher bought it for me. He’s the rich one,” He said and chuckled. He was SO cute, even cuter in person than on TV or the internet. He turned on the car, and I could barely even hear it.
“You’re lucky; the whole neighborhood can hear when I turn on my car.” I laughed.
“Yeah, well the car has to be quite to escape crazy fans,” He smiled, “Now, where do you live? Does that sound stalkerish? I mean usually people ask me that question…” I laughed at his joke.
“Um, I’m not sure about the address, but I kind of know where it is. Make a left at the next light, and then keep driving straight until I tell you to turn again.” I instructed him. He did as I said.
“So, did you like California?” He asked looking over at me and then back at the road.
“Yeah, it was cool. I’m going to miss the beach. A lot. And my friends of course, but, hey, I can’t be complaining.” I said.
“Why can’t you be complaining?” He asked. I scoffed.
“Um, I’m sitting next to Justin Bieber,” I said, “And my mom got a great job here. She hated California. As long as she’s happy, I can make myself happy. Besides, I can always visit California.” He looked at me, like I was something else.
“You’re way different than any girl I have ever met. I mean, what kind of kid says that stuff?” He asked.
“As I distinctively remember, you.” I looked at him, he looked at me. It was a new sensation, until the light turned green.
“Turn right at the stop sign,” I said/coughed making the moment less uncomfortable.
“So do you like it here?” He asked me.
“I don’t know yet, I’ve been here for less than a day.” I smiled.
“Oh, what school are you going to?” He asked me, hope in his eyes.
“Um, a private one. I got a scholarship for it, I forgot the name though. Like South Atlanta Academy?” I said.
“Oh, cool. I don’t go to school, I’m tutored.” He said extra emphasis on tutor.
“Stop!” I said just realizing I was home. He slammed on his brakes, “Sorry, I forgot where I was. So this is me…” I opened the door. I was about to close it when I heard him say,
“Wait!” I turned around, “Can I see your house?”