Thread: So there's this guy named Justin...

Just so everyone knows, this sotry used to be called "why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?" Well the thread got too complicated to read easily so I am starting completely over here (: enjoy
also, at the top of every upodate will be a song from my playlist that I listen to when I write. none of the songs have lyrics so it's easy to listen to and read at the same time (:

Playlist song 1:
A River Flows in You

Basketball is more than a game.

"And she scores! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" I danced around my best friends driveway for about another minute while he watched me laughing.
"I'm still ahead, shawty." He said
"I can make a come back. After all, I did win the high school free throw contest."
"It was between you and Mirah Fuller, who only entered because she lost a bet. She didn't make one shot."
"Well, I still won." I retorted, tossing him the ball. He made a perfect shot, all net, as usual.
"So it's Saturday evening, shouldn't you be getting ready to go out with Landon?" He asked, spinning the ball on his finger. Landon Wilson was my boyfriend of six months. We went out every weekend. Usually Justin, this guy that I'm losing pathetically to right now, used to double with us with Carly. That ended pretty ugly about a week ago. Justin wouldn't go into it then, but I knew he would talk to me when he needed to. He always did and so did I.
I'm Shayna, by the way, Shayna Banks. A fifteen year old freshmen at Wellburg High. 'Shawty' is what he has called me since we were little. I don't even know why, he just always has. He swears the rap artist stole it from him, but I doubt that. Justin, last name Bieber,15, was also a freshmen at Wellburg. He was on the basketball team, naturally, and I was book club president, key club president, secretary of the foreign language club, and honorary member of the society against bullying. Over achiever? Me? No! I had a leadership scholarship headed my way, and he was bound to play basketball where ever he wanted.
"Landon is visiting his dad this weekend." I answered half-heartedly. I stole the ball from him, but I knew he let me do it.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He just knows sometimes.
"No." I snapped quickly. I took a 3 pointer and missed the goal sending the ball into the street. A little boy tossed it back.
"He's different now," I sighed, "He not the same when you and Carly aren't there. I think...I think that sometimes, he liked having her there. Like, he was always laughing when she was around. I didn't realize it before, I always thought I was the one making him happy."
"You make me happy." he smiled.
"You have been my best friend for years, you make me happy too. What did I do wrong with him? I remember before, when we had just started going out, when it was just the two of us. He was happy then. I guess he just thought she was better." He didn't say anything. Justin and I had a connection. Our relationship fell somewhere between best friends and siblings. He didn't have to say anything.
"Do you like aliens?" he asked.
"What?"
"Do you like aliens? Avatar just came out on DVD, and I haven't gotten to see it yet."
"The blue people?"
"Yeah the blue people! I don't think girl like you should have to sit at home on a Saturday night. You deserve to have fun, besides, I have a new song I want to play for you."
"Okay. Last shot then I'll go make popcorn." I missed, again.
"Ha ha! Make sure you get the theater butter! My mom buys herself some diet can with no flavor!" He told me as we went inside.



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Playlist song 2
Kiss the Rain
I'm putting ineverything that I had updated in my other topic that I took down. Here goes it:

Eighteen months later, what now?

I didn't go to the airport with him. I didn't want to. Saying good bye had been hard enough the first time, why have to go through it again? I was laying on my bed, in the dead center, looking up at the ceiling. Claire, my cousin and my closest female friend, was sitting at my desk, drawing something amazing, I'm sure. Maybe I should start calling her my closest friend in general, because at the moment, my other closest friend was on a plane heading away from me, and I was mad at him for it.
"Do you think I should add more flowers?" Claire showed me a sketch of a large vase with a couple tulips in it.
"Yeah, throw a black rose in there for me."
She laid the book back on the desk and came to sit on the bed beside me.
"He said he would call you."
"Yeah, well, that hasn't happened has it? He probably won't have time to even think about me."
"Girl, he hasn't even been gone an hour yet. Besides, I don't think you can call from the plane. I'm sure he will as soon as he gets to Georgia. Who else would he want to talk to anyway? Chaz and them gave him a hard time about leaving, but he doesn't think you are mad at him for it. Until he works it out with his guy friends you will be the only connection to home he has. Honestly, don't blow it for him." I knew she was right. She knew, that I knew she was right. The last thing I wanted was to push him away.
My phone rang at that moment and I jumped off my bed to answer it. Justin? No. It was Chase, and a part of me was glad. I probably hadn't cooled down enough, and I didn't want to say something I would regret to Justin.
"Hey!" I answered.
"Hey cutie, what are you doing?" In case you didn't guess, Chase is my boyfriend. Claire actually got us together. I looked at her and mouthed who it was.
"Sitting in my room talking to Claire. Why?"
"Well, there's a party at Carly's tonight. Want to crash it with me?" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I don't know, I'm kind of waiting for a call." I said twisting my hair around my finger.
"From?"
"My aunt." Okay, so Chase didn't know about me and Justin being really close. We only started going out about a week ago, and I didn't want him to think that I viewed Justin as a boyfriend, like I did Chase. Claire looked at me and I just gave her the I-did-what-I-had-to-on-the-spot look and she went back to her sketch.
"Pleeeeease?" he pleaded.
"No, really, I want to. I just can't make it tonight."
"Well, at least let me buy you lunch tomorrow. Jaro's?" Jaro's was a little sandwich café with the best subs in all of Ontario. At least, thats what the window said.
"Okay, see you then?'
"See you then. Bye." I knew he was smiling, that made me feel a little worse about lying.
"Bye."

Claire was looking at me when I hung up.
"You don't have an aunt." she said. That is true, Claire was taken by my father's brother Todd, her godfather, after he parents died in a plane crash.
"I'm just not wanting to tell him right now, okay?"
"Okay, I mean it's your choice."
"Right." I said matter-of-factly.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the evening, Claire left about two hours ago. It was now 7:30 and I still hadn't heard from Justin. Me, being the independent type, hated waiting by the phone. It reminded me of those desperate girls you see in the movies. How pathetic.
"Sweetie, do you want some dinner?" My mom asked from the other side of my door.
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."
"Well, if you ever decide to come out, there's pizza."
I thought for a moment then replied, "What's on it."
"Everything they can fit except sardines. I ordered it special for you."
"Could you bring me a piece?"
"Could you open the door?"
I did and saw that she was carrying two slices of pizza, a napkin, and a diet Grapico. I love my mom.
"Thank you." I said.
"If you want to talk, you know where to find-" My phone rang just then. Pulling it out of my back pocket I saw it was Justin. My mom smiled at me and left me alone.
"Hello?"
"Hey! We just landed here in Atlanta, how is home?"
"You mean laying in my room all day waiting for you to call and lying to Chase so I wouldn't miss it when you did?" It came out angrier than I had wanted and I regretted saying it at soon as I finished. It was exactly what I was trying to avoid and, he was silent on the other end of the line.
"Oh, no, Justin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
"It's okay. I understand you feeling angry with me."
"You a part of my family. Being here with out you is like being here without Claire, except worse."
"I'll see you soon, Shawty, I promise."
"You sure about that?"
"We haven't gone two days with out seeing each other since the day I met you. Do you really think I would let a little thing like distance change that?"
"I don't know. Atlanta is a long way away."
"I'll make it happen, somehow."
I smiled, and so did he. I just knew.
"So what do you do now? I mean your in Atlanta, your meeting these singing people."
"Honestly, I have no idea."
"How's your mom?"
"She's fine. I think she's worried. Doesn't know what to expect."
"I can see that."
"I miss you." he said quietly.
"I miss you, too."
"I miss letting you beat me at basketball." he said smiling
"I miss how you think you let me beat you." I knew he really did let me win.
"Okay, okay I see how it is. Next time I see you, rematch." he laughed.
"You going to loooose Bieber."
"Losing is not on the agenda."
"We'll see." I said.
"Yeah we will."
"Text later?"
"Definitely."
"Goodnight. I miss you."
"Goodnight, Shawty. I lo- miss you."

What had he said?

Change is good, right?

Two months passed before I heard from Justin again. I'm not going to say I didn't miss him, but I was getting used to him not being there. It only took one day for him to turn my life upside down again.

It was 12:30, and I was sitting on the same side of booth with Chris, at Jaro's. Christmas was getting closer, and it was lightly snowing outside.
"How was the party?" I asked him, taking a sip of my soda.
"It was okay. I didn't stay long. Just long enough to see Tommy throw a beer bottle through Carly's front windshield. I took that as my cue to leave." he laughed.
"You," I said grinning at him, "are so bad."
"That's me," he said as he stretched and put his arm around my shoulders, "Mister Bad Boy."
"What does that make me?"
"Miss Good Girl."
"Are you saying I'm boring?" I teased, "I can be bad too."
"It is definitely impossible for you to be bad, and I like it that way."
"I'm dating you." I pointed out.
"Yeah, well, some things just can't be helped." he said taking my hand in his. The cafe's crowd was thinning out little by little, and soon it was just us and a few other couples.
"Can I get you anything else?" the waiter asked us for the fourth time in ten minutes. His shift was obviously almost over, and he was eager to go which I completely understood.
"Just the check." I answered. He handed it to Chris and left us a lone again for a few moments.
"Let me at least cover the tip." I argued.
"I got it covered. Besides, this is me enjoying one of those rare occasions where you actually let me pay for your meal." He said, slipping a couple twenties in the bill, at the same time my phone dinged.
Hey -Justin
What was he texting me for?
Why are y- No, I was on a date. I can't be texting another guy, and I frantically returned my phone to my back pocket.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
He put his arm around my shoulder and we walked out of the diner.
"You know," he said suddenly turning onto another street, "I have somewhere special I want to take you."
"Where?"
"No way, it's a surprise." he smiled. The radio was turned down too low to make out, and my hands were pink from the snow.
"A hint?"
"Nope."
"At least tell me if I'll like it."
"You'll love it."
We pulled into a small, deserted gravel parking lot. I knew this place. It had a path that lead to a cliff overlooking the ocean, But Chris didn't take me that direction. He took me through the trees off to the right, going ahead of me to hold back limbs. It was so pretty this way. Everything was natural. Not cut or picked at, it was beautiful. Perfectly beautiful. He leaned down to pick a flower.
"No don't." I said touching his arm, "If you take it, it will be dead. Let it live." He smiled at me.
"You're amazing. Have I told you that today?"
"Too many times already."
"It's never too many times. This is it." He led me through some thick brush that opened up onto a clearing over looking high over the ocean that looked like it had never been touched by man. There was no fence, or crowd obstructing the view. It seemed as if I could dip my toe in the water at the edge. I walked a little ways further out and leaned back onto the cool grass, looking up at the sky. Chris came and sat next to me, his arm supporting him as he looked down at me.
"I want to talk to you about something." he looked serious.
"About...?"
"I want to talk about us." he sighed.
"What about us?" I asked sitting up. His mood was making me worried.
"Well, I want to ask you..." he started.
"What is it? Your tone is making me nervous.
"Do you love me?"
"I...I..." I couldn't make my mouth form any words, "I...don't."

My mind didn't register what I was saying. I was speaking from somewhere else inside of me and, hearing the words surprised me. I was waiting for him to get angry, or upset, or something, but all he said was, "Okay."
Was this it? This meant we were through?
"What do you want me to say?" I asked, not looking at him.
"I just wanted you to be honest with me. I don't want to get serious with someone who doesn't feel the same way about me, as I do them."
"I'm sorry."
"Me too." he took me hand and helped me off the ground. I don't remember the drive home, or the walk back to the car. Everything was a blur. I just know I went up to my room and cried.

Change is good, right?
Justin's point-of-view

It was the longest interview, ever.
"So, Justin, if you weren't singing. Where do you think you would be right now?"
"Probably at school, or hanging out with my friends." I answered. I honestly tried to not have automatic answers for all the questions, but it was hard considering they all asked the same things.
"Everyone is wanting to know, do have a special friend that you might be with right now, if it weren't for you sudden popularity?" She asked. It was funny. When it was for a magazine and there was no audience, her tone sounded bored. But when I was on a local morning talk show last week. Total difference. Maybe it was just her.
"Like a girlfriend? Not really, no. I mean one of my closest friends is a girl, but we aren't like that." I answered. At least for her we weren't. I would get to see her in just a couple hours, and my heart leapt. When Scooter finally told the interviewer that I had answered enough questions, after what felt like hours, I was walking out of the magazine's office.
I dressed a little differently now. Not in style, just in...look I guess you could say. To keep people from recognizing me. I didn't want Shayna to come here, knowing I was a "celebrity" or whatever. I asked her a while ago, not to look me up. I wanted things to be normal at first, then tell her why I had to wear my shades all the time, and keep my hood up. Sometimes though, even with it, people would recognize me.
"Justin Bieber?" I heard to my left. Obviously, this wasn't working. I looked over and here was a little girl there of about 8 looking at me in awe. Some things you just can't ignore. I held up my finger, asking her to be quiet as I walked her direction. I knelt down to her level and took off my sun glasses.
"What's your name?" I asked her. She looked down and rocked from side to side shyly.
"Tina." she said so low I could barely hear her.
"Tina? Thats a very pretty name. How old are you Tina?"
"Eight. I'm in the second grade at my school. And my teacher let me take the goldfish to take care of over Christmas!" She was grinning.
"Thats so cool, Tina. I got to get going but it was nice meeting you!"
"Justin Bieber!" she whispered as loudly as she could, "Can I get your name?"
"My name?"
"On a piece of paper?" she asked. Oh, she meant my autograph.
"How about," I said taking off my purple cap and signing my name in a silver sharpie
on it, "That?"
She put her hands in front of her mouth and tried to hide her smile. I placed the cap on her small head and it almost covered her eyes. I gave her a hug and left her walking away with her father. She had to be blinded by that cap, but didn't seem to care judging by the smile on her face. That is why I do what I do, I thought to myself as I got into the van. I thought about how soon I would get to see Shayna, and I smiled too.

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Playlist song 3
Porcelain

Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?

"Why would he put you on the spot like that?" Three days had passed since me and Chris broke it off, and Claire had come by to make sure I was okay.
"He said he didn't want to get serious with someone who didn't love him." I answered, laying on my stomach hugging my pillow. There were empty coke bottles, and granola bar wrappers littering my room. I didn't even know why I was so upset. Breaking up with Chris felt like a weight lifting off of me, but why had it been like that? I felt guilty about not being completely hurt because, it seemed like I owed it to out relationship to show something when it ended. But I couldn't.
"Ass hole." she said simply, making me laugh. I took my phone from my beside table and checked for messages. It said I had one new.

You never texted me back the other day (: -Justin

"Justin just texted me." I said looking up at Claire.
"What?! What did he say?"
"Well, he sort of texted me right before my date ended with Chris. I never replied."
"Some timing."
"Yeah."

I was busy and forgot. Sorry. -Shayna

Oh. Well, that's cool. -Justin

Yeah. -Shayna

.... -Justin

If you have something to say, please do. I'm not exactly happy right now. -Shayna

What's wrong? -Justin

If you must know, considering I haven't heard from you in ages, me and my boyfriend broke up. Not that you would care. -Shayna

I couldn't help it. I was mad at him. A moment later my phone was ringing. He was calling me. I hit ignore.
"He's trying to call me." I told Claire.
"Answer!"
"No way." My phone rang again. I ignored him again. It rang again, but Claire jerked it out of my hand and answered it.
"Hello?" I heard on the other line. Great, what now? I took the phone and held it up to my ear.
"Just so you know, Claire answered it. Not me."
"I'm sorry." he said suddenly, "I didn't mean to desert you. I just wanted to make it easier for you."
"Yeah, well, yah did, and it wasn't easy."
"How can I make you understand how sorry I am?"
"You're in Atlanta."
"Well, you see, I'm not in Atlanta anymore." he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Look out your window." Despite my doubt, I pulled back the curtain, and look out my window. Leaning against the big tree a few yards away, was Justin Bieber.
"What the hell, Justin?" I asked into my phone.
"I had to see you."
I let the curtains fall back over the window and hung up the phone.
"If you don't walk out there right now, I'm going to force your head through that window." Claire threatened, from the look on her face I wouldn't have doubted it.

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CUTEEE!! Y i she sooo mean to good lil Justin?? likee ready 4 an update!!

Originally Posted by Ego36

CUTEEE!! Y i she sooo mean to good lil Justin?? likee ready 4 an update!!

because he didn't stay true to his promise that he would see her soon.