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Here is a long one for you guys... ENJOY!

- Ria (aka ROXY)

CHAPTER TWO Part III

5 hours into the flight, and I still couldn’t get through the entire chapter of the book. My mind just didn’t want to cooperate, instead straying back to the memory of when I lost Ben back at the airport.

“Hey” A voice said quietly, as to not awake the passengers around us. I looked up and saw Justin standing in front of my seat, leaning against the seat next to me.

“Hey” I whispered back, stroking Ben’s head, which now lay in my lap, and trying not to freak out that JUSTIN FREAKIN’ BIEBER speaking to ME!

“How are you doing?” He asked, and I immediately knew he was referring to the incident in the airport.

I let out a breathy sigh, before replying quietly, “Better. I just can’t seem to get the memory out of my head. I’m afraid that, if I take my eyes away from him for one second, I’d loose him again.”

He smiled down at me comfortingly, “Your on a plane, don’t worry about loosing him. Besides, there are hundreds of people on this flight, literally – I don’t think you’ll be able to loose him, even if you wanted to” He said jokingly, attempting to lighten me up a bit.

I cracked a small smile, and chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I guess…”

“Anyway,” He started, leaning forward and looking at me with a cute expression on his face, “We never got the chance to speak in the airport, and I just thought I’d introduce myself. I’m – ”

“Justin Bieber,” I interrupted him, laughing, “I know who you are, there’s no need to introduce yourself.”

“Right,” He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m Mikayla, but everyone calls me Kayla, and this here is my brother Ben.” I told him.

He grinned at me and stuck out his hand. I placed my hand in his and shook it, before taking it back and continuing my actions of stroking my brother’s soft hair.

“So you know me, then.” He said, suddenly ****y.

Although the change of attitude, I knew he was just kidding with me. “Of course, who doesn’t know you? I saw a bunch of teenage girls outside by our gate before we boarded the plane. I’m assuming they were trying to get to you?”

“Yeah… I, unfortunately, never get to walk around without anyone recognizing me. They completely flipped out when they saw me, which is why I ran to the Duty Free, where I found your brother.”

“To be honest,” I said, chuckling nervously, “I would have been in the same crowd along with those other girls, if I hadn’t been freaking out over loosing my brother at the time.”

“Really?” He asked in an interested voice, ****ing an eyebrow at me jokingly.

“Yeah,” I laughed, “I must say, I’m a big ‘Belieber’” I said, using the quotation signs when I stated the name his fans call themselves.

He laughed along with me, “I’d be happy to give you an autograph” I nodded quickly and took out a notepad from my bag. I gave it to him, and took out a pen, giving that to him as well. He scribbled something on it quickly, a small smile playing on his lips. He closed the notepad a moment later and handed it back to me.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling up at him, “Now I have proof that I met the Justin Bieber. My best friend is going to be soooo jealous.” I told him teasingly, giggling. He joined in, and we both laughed together as though we we’re best friends. We both quickly shut up, though, when we heard a shushing noise from the seat in front of me.

We both looked at each other and shrugged. “Anyway, I should get back to my seat now. Kenny, my bodyguard, is probably lonely sitting alone over there.”

“Alright. I just… before you go, I just want to thank you again for, you know finding my brother and bringing him back to me. You’re honestly my hero now.” I told him, blushing slightly at my statement in the end.

He smiled at me sweetly and leaned down, kissing my cheek lightly, making my face flame up from the light red, to a bright bronze. “It was nice meeting you, Mikayla.”

“You too, Justin” I mumbled, still embarrassed.

He turned around to return to his seat, and I looked back at my book. But before I could read one single sentence, I heard footsteps stop beside me and a voice say, “Kayla?”

I looked up at saw Justin again. I gave him a questioning smile. “What’s up?”

“Can I…” He paused, clearing his throat nervously, “Can I maybe get your phone number? I’ll be in Los Angeles for a while to record some new songs, and maybe we can hang out sometime? As friends, of course” He quickly added the ending.

I froze. Justin Bieber… Justin Bieber wants… to hang out with me?!

I thought of his last statement, ‘As friends’, and immediately, I recalled he had a girlfriend, Selena Gomez.

But getting the chance to be friends with Justin Bieber? Who’d pass up an opportunity like that?

I looked up at him and smiled, “Sure, where should I write down my number?"

He sighed in relief, taking out his iPhone from his pocket, “You can program it in here.” I took it from his hands and quickly typed in my contact information, before returning it to him.

“Thanks, I’ll text or call you sometime this week.” He said, flipping his hair. Again.

Damn, he was sexy.

“Alright” I replied, slightly distracted.

He waved at me, and turned around, returning to his seat.

It was then that I realized that I was holding my breath. I quickly released it before I suffocated to death, and attempted to calm my heart down.

Although the day started off slightly rocky – well, completely rocky, what with me loosing my brother and almost missing my flight – it seemed like it would end on a completely different note.

And I couldn’t be happier.

CHAPTER THREE Part I

Of course, the immense happiness I had felt that night couldn’t last forever, could it?

A few weeks had passed after we landed in LA, and still, Justin hasn’t called me. Every day, I kept on saying to myself; he’ll call me today. He’ll call me today. I must have repeated this mantra in my head – and even out loud, sometimes- over a million times. But he didn’t. So I gave up trying to convince myself that he would.

3 weeks after our flight from London to New York, I, along with a few girlfriends of mine, we’re having a sleepover, and we were gossiping. And what subject came up other than Justin Bieber? I stayed quiet throughout the entire thing, only keeping my ears open for any rumors or news. They were obsessing over the fact that he was in LA, and has been for almost a month. Adelaide, a close friend of mine, even commented that she would stalk him if she knew where he’d be. And then another friend of mine, Lucy, had said; “Maybe we could figure it out. This way we might get to meet him”

Although I forced myself not to, I almost wished we would do that, just for the sake of seeing Justin for a second time.

It was a few days after the sleepover when I saw the news. It wasn’t something big, but I had been looking through the many gossip magazine’s my best friend had handed to me, and I saw that Justin had left Los Angeles only 3 days ago.

I was devastated; he told me he’d call me. He said he wants to hang out with me as friends, and me, being the stupid, naïve little 16 year old that I was, had believed him.

Every other girl in the entire planet would have taken the opportunity to become friends with Justin Bieber, and I was the lucky one to grab his attention. Maybe he saw me as a person who could be a good friend. Or maybe he was feeling pity for me, especially after I had lost Ben in the airport. But still, in the end, my phone had not once been called by the unknown number I knew would be Justin’s.

So, I forgot about him. Just like that. I stopped raving about him with my friends during lunch break when school started up after winter break, and I stopped listening to his songs as frequently as I used to.

The only person to ever know that I had met Justin Bieber was my best friend Jessica, also a firm Belieber. But after I told her how he ditched me, she turned indifferent toward the popstar like I did. Don’t get me wrong; we were still fans of his, but not as faithful as before.

If I didn’t know any better, and If I hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, I’d say that Justin was just a jerk, helping me out with my brother at the airport that day just for a publicity boost as the ‘good-boy helping a devastated girl out’. But I knew he was genuine that day, which confused me even more; why did he say he would call me, and then completely forget about my existence? I didn’t want to admit it, out loud or even to myself, but I was hurt.

I knew I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up too high.

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The chapter after this one, will be in the past; after her and Ben get off the plane... It'll explain a few things Please read & review! I'd like at least a few comments, so that I know people are actually reading this, before I post up the next chapter