Thread: Learn to Love the Real Me

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Part 5:
*Justin**

I picked up Paisley and wrapped her in my sweatshirt, so her and blankey stay dry. I started running in the direction Sarah went. I ran and ran, but didn't know where she'd be, because somebody didn't tell me about herself. Note the sarcasm.*

"Sarah?!"

I didn't see anyone, mainly because my vision was impared due to the pouring rain, but I still looked desperately. "Paisley, where's Mommy?"*

She looked around and pointed to an old tree. I saw a figure, walking on the limbs and roots of the tree. "Sarah?" I called.*

She turned and smiled. "Come, Justin." I ****ed an eyebrow.

I walked towards her, flipping my hair, trying to get rid of the surplus of water on my head alone. "Sarah, I think -"

"Sh, sh, sh," she said, raising a finger and pressing lightly on my lips. My stomach did a flip, but I stayed calm. She suddenly tipped her head back and started laughing loudly. "Dance with me, Justin."*

"I think I should take you home -"

"Dance with me," she whined, playing with my sleeve. She's delerious. I placed Paisley down on the ground and she plopped down to her butt. Sarah extended a hand, smiling like an idiot. "Come on. Don't be shy."

"Sarah, let's go," I said, grabbing her wrist. She pulled away violently.*

"You don't own me!"*

"You need to come with me. You're going to get sick. Let's go to my place. We can dance there. Just come on," I said, furrowing my brow.*

"No," she laughed. "Dance."

"If I dance with you, then can I take you home?" I asked.*

She bit her lip and thought for a minute. Then she smiled and nodded. She extended her hand and I grabbed it, then pulled her closer by her waist. She gasped and her breath hitched in her throat.*

She kept her hand in mine, and wrapped the other around my waist, and I did the same. She looked me in the eye the whole time. I found myself hypnotized by her eyes. It's like swimming in a backyard pool, with little specks of gold in them, reminding me of perfection.*

I felt a tingling across my body when she laid her head on my chest, her brown hair drenched, but still smelling like watermelons. I closed my eyes and prayed that this would last forever. It didn't. She pulled away and let go. "Are we going to go home now?" she whispered. I couldn't move; I couldn't breath. I couldn't speak, nod, see. I couldn't think.*

"Justin?" she whispered, waving a hand in front of my face.*

"Yeah," I gulped. She nodded and picked up Paisley and walked off, leaving me to the tree. It may as well tied itself to my ankles with it's roots and pulled me under, swallowing me whole. I shook my head and turned around.

I walked, well ran, until I caught up with Sarah. She was looking up into the rainy sky,*her breath visible in the chilly air. Paisley was now chewing on my blanket, but she can keep it. "Come." I grabbed her by her arm and led her to my Fisker Karma, letting her get in. I found her car in the garage and grabbed the car seat. I put that under my arm and went into the house. All went silent again, so I sighed and yelled, "Party it up!"

They all hooted and hollered, so I made an escape to what I knew was Paisley's room. I grabbed a baby bag or something and filled it with a stuffed animal from the bed, some purple dress from a drawer, a pair of undies, sandals, and a pillow.

Then I ran down the hall, in search for Sarah's room. I opened each door, looking and peeking, until a room with:

S A R A H

in big, wooden letters was on the wall. The walls were painted sky blue, with literally clouds at the top, and a big bed with a tan canopy was in the middle. I smiled and found a tote. I filled it with a pillow, phone charger, a pair of jeans, a pair of underwear and a bra, a shirt, and socks and shoes. It was fun looking through her panties. Excuse my hormones, please.

I zipped her bag, and carried both bags and the carseat out the door and into the living room, where I slipped out easily. I ran to my car and put the bags in the trunk. I set up the carseat and ran over to the passengers side. I opened the door and saw Sarah asleep with Paisley wide awake on her chest. "Come here," I said, prying her off of Sarah and closing the door quietly.

"Is Mommy okay?" she asked.

"She's just tired," I chuckled. I tucked her into the car seat, buckled her and got into the drivers. I sighed and sat for a minute.

This was a stressful evening.

I pulled my car into reverse and pulled out. I still can't believe I found her house. It was easier than I thought. A little map quest and boom! I'm as good as there. I was on the highway when Sarah mumbled in her sleep. "Don't touch me. Stop, please. Go away," she said. I glanced at her nervously.

I was driving peacefully in the silence of my amazing car when Sarah sat up screaming. I pulled the car over and rubbed her shoulder. "Sarah.."

"Just - Justin?"

"It's okay. It was just a dream."

"Mommy does that a lot," Paisley said. I looked at Sarah sympathetically, but she was knocked out again. "She screams at night. I think she dreams of my daddy."

"Paisley, you don't have a daddy," Sarah muttered. I drove home and all was silent. Paisley helped herself and jumped out. I climbed out and ran over to Sarah's side. I opened the door for her and helped her out. She was chattering from the cold so I wrapped my arm around her. She followed me to the door and I fumbled with the keys before unlocking it and we walked in.

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Part 6:
*Justin*

"Wait here. I have to get your stuff," I said. I ran outside, it was still drizzling, and opened my trunk, grabbed their bags and jogged back in. "Okay, guys. You have to take showers."*

"It's late, Justin," Sarah whined. It was about 3am.*

"I don't want your wet bodies on my furniture," I said. "Now strip, and get in there."

"Help!" Paisley yelled.*

"Me, too!" Sarah yelled. Help? Okay, this is amazing. I led Paisley to my master bathroom. Sarah followed close behind. I started taking off Paisley's wet, clingy clothes. Sarah turned on the water and started stripping. "Don't look. Got any bubble bath?" she asked. I pointed to under the sink and she, with no top on, grabbed the soap and poured the whole thing in.*

"Gee, thanks for saving me some."

"You're welcome," she said lazily. She got fully naked and stepped into the now full tub full of water and bubbles. I placed an exhausted Paisley in the tub also. I started to leave, but Sarah's voice stopped me. "Help."*

"What?"*

"Help. Do my hair," she said, turning so that she was facing the wall and her hair was in front of me. "Shampoo."

I chuckled and took the slimy shampoo and lathered it in my hands, then ran my fingers through Sarah's silky hair. "You have soft hair," I blurted.*

"Thanks. Now do Paisy," she said.*

I did as I was told and they sat expectantly. "What?" I asked.*

"Rinse," she said. I rolled my eyes and turned on the shower head. I sprayed the shampoo out of their heads then put conditioner in. Here I was, doing two naked girls' hair. One of which happened to be four, but the other's my age! Come on!*

"Now rinse," I muttered to myself and did it. "Okay, you're done."

"We have no clothes."

"You have no pajamas. I got clothes handled," I said. I ran into my room and grabbed both of their underwears and bra, and then grabbed an oversized t-shirt for Sarah, and a little shirt for Paisley. I ran them into the bathroom, where I did a double take because Sarah was wrapped in a short towel.*I swallowed nervously and ran back out, where I waited.

"Justin," Sarah called, her voice sounding like heaven.

"Yeah?" I called.

"Help," she whined.

"You don't need help," I said. "You're a big girl." My voice shook. Why was I reacting this way? She's just ... a girl.

"Come on. Don't be shy," she said. Then, out of nowhere, she strutted out of the bathroom, in nothing but her under garments. "Help me."

"I don't think -"

"Please?" A water droplet from her soaked hair ran down her chest, sending a sensation down my spine.

"F - Fine," I gulped. I followed her into the bathroom where Paisley was brushing her hair with my brush. She was dressed.

I grabbed the big shirt that I had picked for Sarah, which was black with a wolf on it. She raised her arms, looking at me innocently with her blue eyes. I swallowed the saliva that formed in my mouth, sending it down my dry throat.

I pulled her arms through the sleeves of the shirt, then she popped her head through. We were so close, if I had even puckered my lips, they'd probably brush against each other.

I sighed and pulled away, turning around. I walked back into my room, my mind contemplating with itself. This was bad. I was experiencing all new feelings. I felt ... strange. She was sending me on a rampage. I hadn't a clue as to what was going on with me. My body would melt when she comes even a foot away. I'd get all fluttery and ticklish when she'd smile. All about her.

Was I falling ... in love?

*Sarah*

Justin stormed out of the bathroom. What had just happened? He keeps turning me on then shutting me down. I'm not an object. I am a living breathing person. And this person is hungry for one thing, and one thing only.

That thing was love.

I wanted him to love me. I wanted all of him. He's not a stuck up celebrity. He's human. He treats people the same. As for me and Paisley, he treats us like we're not complete screw ups with no life.

That's what I want.

Justin Drew Bieber is getting inside my head, creeping and crawling. He's sending these thoughts into my brain, making them bounce around in circles. I don't know what this feeling is. Is it love? Is it normal? Was I just experiencing something different because he was a celebrity? No.

It was love. It just had to be.

My most important question, however, was this:

Was he feeling the same?

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Part 7:*
*Sarah*

I opened my eyes tiredly. They felt like fifty bricks. A voice was the cause of my awakening. On the phone, I assumed, because Paisley was awake right next to me. Wait -

Where was I?

I looked around. Big bed, purple blanket .. oh, yeah. Justin's house. I settled back in bed.*

Justin's house?!

I remembered last night. Oh my god. He saw me in my underwear. Oh. my. god. Kill me now. I was an idiot last night! What time is it? I looked for an alarm clock. When my eyes stumbled upon one, they pretty much bulged out of my head.*

3:23 PM?!

I jumped out of bed and ran out to the living room. Justin looked up from the tv, startled. "I have to go to work!"*

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, standing up and right in front of me. I gulped. His breathing quickened, too, but maybe that was my imagination. "I'll call TGI Friday's and tell them what's up."

"What, that I got completely drunk on life last night and that I have an awkward hangover?" I yelled.*

"No," he said calmly. "Give me your phone." I ran into his room and grabbed my iPhone.*

"I don't see what you can say that they will accept," I muttered. He searched through my contacts until he brought the phone to his ear.*

"Hi, I'd like to speak to the highest part of management available," he said.*

"Justin, I -" He brought a finger to my lips. I wondered what his lips felt like.*

"It's about an employee," he said. I plopped down on the couch where Paisy was sitting. "Yeah, hi. This is Justin Bieber and - slow down. Yes, the real Justin Bieber. You want proof? I can come to your restaurant, I guess. Anyway, this phone call is regarding Sarah ..."

"Brooks."

"Sarah Brooks," he said. "She won't be coming to work today. She isn't feeling well." I shook my head.*

"Morning, Daisy," I smiled.*

Paisy Daisy is a nickname she got when she was two. She had this daisy stuffed animal and she carried it everywhere. It kind of stuck. One day, she left the daisy at my work and we never saw it again.*

"Good morning, Mommy," she yawned.*

I smiled and brushed her messy hair out of her face.*

"It's all settled. Today and tomorrow, you have a day off!" Justin said, smiling.*

"But, I need the money."

"Did I mention full pay?"*

"Shut up!" I said, not believing him.*

"Seriously."*

"You're the best!" I screamed. I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck, jumping up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. It was a sudden hug, so the look on his face was priceless. He placed his hands on the small of my back and nuzzled his face into my hair.*

"Justin," I said, pulling away, "you're the best."

"Anything for you, shawty," he said. I felt my cheeks heat up, but I have no idea why. "So, listen. You guys want to come to my concert?"

"Daisy?" I asked.

"Yeah!" she yelled.*

"You guys can sit in the wings. It's pretty cool," he shrugged.*

"Cool!" Paisley yelled.*

"Alright. Well, I have to get ready, if you guys want to come with?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Paisy said. I laughed.

"Then leggo," he said. He grabbed Paisley's hand and helped her up. He grabbed our bags and I remembered.

I'm not wearing any pants.*

"Heh heh, Justin?" I asked, suddenly embarrassed and insecure. I tugged the hem of the black shirt down.*

"Yep?"*

"I don't have any pants," I said timidly.*

"So?"*

"I don't want to go out with no pants!"*

"Get changed in the car," he said.*

"Erm, but there's no room," I said, cheeks flushing.*

"Don't worry, Sarah. It's not like I haven't already seen it," he winked.*

"Cheeky вastard," I muttered.

"Uh, uh, uh," he said. "There's a little kid here." I rolled my eyes and braced myself for cold morning weather. Justin pushed open the door and -

"SNOW!" Paisley yelled. My jaw dropped. Snow? During the summer?

"Daisy," I warned. "We have to go."

"But, there's snow!"

"I'm sorry, baby. We can play with it later, okay?" I smiled. She nodded and I started towards his car.

"Whoa," I felt Justin's hands on my waist, pulling me back. "I'll help you in."

"Oh," I said, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Okay." I was so shy around him, well, last night was an exception. He just sets my heart on fire!

He opened Paisy's door for her and helped her in. How did he get her carseat? It was in my car... "Hey, Justin?"

"Yeah?"

"How did you get me and Paisley's stuff?" I asked.

"Last night, you were oblivious to the world, so I went into your house and got your stuff and her carseat from your little red car," he shrugged. My heart literally stopped beating for a split second.

"You didn't meet Gerard, did you?"

"No. Only some girls that were throwing themselves at me."

"Okay, good," I sighed. After Paisley was buckled, I shivered and he opened my door for me. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

He ran around the front of the car and got in. He started the car and pulled out of his property. I looked outside the window, taking in the blanket of white all over the grass. "Are you going to get dressed, or do you need help?" I whipped my head towards him. He winked.

I slapped his arm playfully and looked in the bag he brought for me. I pulled out the blue skinny jeans he'd picked for me and pulled them on. Then, I snatched the purple shirt he got and looked at him nervously. "Don't look, please?"

"Sure thing, sweetcheeks."

"You're not funny," I grumbled. I pulled off Justin's shirt and peeked over at him. He was totally looking! "Justin!"

"Yes'm?" he asked, looking at me fully, taking in me. I pulled the black shirt in front of me instinctively.

"Liar. I told you not to look!"

"I didn't. I merely glanced," he said. I scoffed and pulled on the shirt.

"You're - You're -"

"Can't think of a name, love?"

"Stupid!" Paisley yelled.

"Yeah," I pouted. I unbuckled and started to climb back.

"Oh, look at this. I have Sarah's big butt in my face," Justin said.

"It's not big!" I felt up my butt defensively. "It's pregnant girl fat."

"Oh, sure. Like you didn't have that booty before Paisley?"

"Don't make fun of me," I giggled. I successfully landed in the backseat next to Pais. "Hey, baby girl!"

"Mommy," she whispered, hand cupping her mouth secretively.

"Hm?" I said. Justin was watching in the mirror.

"Do you like Justin Beaver?" she asked. I widened my eyes and looked at his reflection in the rearview.

"Well?" he asked.

"Uh, well.. I, um," I stammered.

"You're blushing! Ooh, you so do!" Justin yelled. I looked down, hiding my rosy cheeks.

"I hate you, Daisy," I groaned. I opened her bag and pulled out the dress he'd picked. "Arms." She raised her arms and I pulled his shirt off. I pulled the dress over her head and pulled it down to her hips. "You look beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you," she giggled. I kissed her cheek with another loud 'muah!' and she giggled some more.

"I don't hate you. I love you, my Daisy."

"I love you too." I climbed up to the front seat and plopped down.

"You love her more than anything, don't you?" he asked. I looked up at him.

"She's my world," I smiled hugely.

"I bet. Nice Bieber reference, by the way."

"Bieber reference?"

"My World was a tour I'd done a while back. I figured you knew, but apparently you can't call yourself a belieber," he winked.

"I am, too!" I said, folding my arms.

"Yeah? Name one thing that I didn't say about myself already."

"You're d*ck's name is Jerry."

He practically spit out his gum laughing. "Oh my god," he said. He wiped a tear away from his eye and looked at me.

"What's so funny?"

"You could've said I like peanut butter and I would've agreed. You didn't have to talk about Jerry!"

"I read it on twitter. I'm sorry," I said.

"I'll give you this: you are a belieber."

"I knew it," I grinned.

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Part 8:
*Sarah*

"And this is my beauty directors, Macy and Phillip. Guys, this is Sarah and her daughter, Paisley."

"Hi, Macy. Hi, Phillip. My hair is terrible, as is Paisley. So, maybe you could help us out?" I joked, shaking both of their hands.

"Phillip, Macy, do these lovely ladies' hair," Justin said.

"Justin, you don't have to -"

"I insist," he smiled. "I'm going to go get dressed, but I'll be right back." He gave Pais a high five before turning around and jogging off somewhere.

*Justin*

I ran back to my dressing room and saw my mom. "Hey, madré."

"Hola," she chuckled. "Get ready. Show's in an hour."

"Yeah," I said. "Hey, Mom?"

"Hey, Justin?"

"About the show..." I said. "I want to make a change really quick."

I went on to explain my evil plan. "Alright. I think we can do that," she smiled.

"Thanks," I said. She walked out of the room so I changed into my white skinny jeans that sagged low on my waist, showing my blue plaid boxers, not that anyone cares. I grabbed my purple v-neck and tucked it into my back pocket.

I walked out, bare chested, and saw that Macy and Phillip were done with the girls. Sarah looked stunning. Her hair was pencil straight, the brown radiating against her tanned skin and complimented her blue eyes. It was shiny, and she just looked beautiful. Her eyes popped out of her head when she saw my chest.

I managed to peel my eyes off of Sarah long enough to see that Paisley had her hair curled all special. She looked too cute.

"You look adorable," I said, more towards Sarah than Paisley, but the little blondie giggled.

"Thank you," Pais smiled.

"You're welcome, precious," I said. I grabbed Sarah's hand after Paisley ran off somewhere.

"Where are we go -"

She stopped dead when she realized she was in the middle of a stage, in front of hundreds of empty seats. I was still holding her hand, not wanting to let go. "Isn't it amazing?" I asked.

"Wow," she said, dropping my hand and walking to the edge of the stage. "This is..."

"I know."

"Don't you get scared?" she asked, turning to me.

"Once I start singing, all nerves wash away and I feel better because I know all the people out there don't want to scare me, they just encourage me to sing," I said.

"So many people," she said.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "But it's what I do, and I love it."

"It shows," she smiled.

"Justin," my name buzzed in my ear.

"What?" I said, annoyed because they ruined our moment.

"Scooter'll be there in a minute. Be prepared and stop goofing off. You should probably introduce him to your girlfriend," she said.

"She's not my girlfriend," I mumbled. Sarah heard and her cheeks turned red.

"Okay, sure. Just get ready, JB."

I grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her into the wings. "I have to get ready, shawty. See you in a bit," I said, pulling her into a hug.

"Yeah," she laughed, hugging me back. "See you." I walked away, leaving her to watch me.

*Sarah*

"Paisley!" I called. All of a sudden, she came running and hid behind my legs. "Whoa!"

She was giggling loudly and a large man with chocolate skin and little black hair came over to me, smiling at Pais. "Can I help you?"

"Is that your little girl?" he asked.

"Oh no. What'd she do?"

"Nothing. She just came up to me and asked to play tag," he said.

"I'm so sorry," I said.

"It's fine, seriously. You a friend of Jay's?"

"Who's Jay?" I asked.

"Justin," he said.

"Oh. Yes! I am."

"You're that girl from the meet and greet!" he said.

"That's me," I smiled, extending my hand. "Sarah."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kenny," he said, shaking my hand firmly.

"Wow, you're strong," I laughed. He chuckled and Paisley started off into a sprint.

"I'm gonna get you!" Kenny yelled.

I shook my head and looked around. What do I do now? I had no Daisy and no Justin.

"SARAH!"

I whipped around and saw Bieber running over, now with a shirt. He can't just spring on me shirtless. It's shocking. "JUSTIN!"

We both laughed and a man walked over with his arms crossed. "She's like a female version of you," he said, inspecting my outfit, which was funny because we both had purple v-necks.

"Oh no," I laughed. "That's only because Justin picked out my outfit."

"Oh?" the guy said, scratching his beard.

"It's a long story -" Justin started.

"Mommy, help!" I turned around and saw Kenny tickling Paisley. I walked over and knelt down, then started tickling her as well. Her shrill giggles filled the backstage and the mystery guy looked less than pleased.

"Kenny!" he yelled. Kenny looked up and apologized, then left Paisley alone. She stood up as did I, and raised her arms. I pulled her up onto my hip and walked up to them.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault. I should go. We're just a disturbance," I said.

"No!" Justin yelled. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "I mean, you're not a nuisance!"

"Okay..." I said.

"This is Scooter, aka Mr. Grumpy Pants," Justin said, wrapping his arm around the guy.

"Hi. I'm Sarah," I smiled, shifting Paisley to my other hip and offering him my hand. He shook it skeptically.

"Did that young girl call you Mommy?" he asked.

"Scooter!" Justin said in a warning tone.

"It's just a question!" Scooter said.

"Yes, she did," I said quietly then sighed.

"How old are you?" Kenny asked.

"You know," Justin said. "It's rude to ask a lady her age." He winked at me.

I grinned. He'd remembered my exact words from the day we met - er, yesterday. It feels like weeks. "I'm eighteen," I said.

"Wow. Who's the father?" Scooter asked. Justin balled his fists and tensed up.

"Justin," I said, taking his hand and unballing it, "it's okay."

"Fine," he growled at Scooter. I didn't release his fingers that were laced in between mine. He tightened his grip in a gentle manner.

"I'd rather not say," I said.

"Alright, love birds," Kenny sang.

"Love birds?" I asked, giggling.

"Kenny, you don't know anything," Justin said between gritted teeth. I squeezed his hand.

"So, you're not his girlfriend?" Scooter asked. I laughed awkwardly.

"No," I said.

"Weird," Kenny said.

"Why is it weird?" I asked.

Scooter chuckled. "You two obviously have some serious flirtationship going on. Total chemistry," he said.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I buried my smile into Justin's shoulder. "See?" Kenny said.

"You know what?" I said. "You three go do concert-y stuff. Leave me and Justin's 'flirtationship' out of it." I used air quotes because I'm bad. I let go of his hand, only for him to grab it again. "Let go," I whined.

"No. This is my free time, so I'll spend it with my homegirls," he said, ruffling Paisley's hair.

"Homegirls? Really..."

"It was the first thing that popped to mind. Don't judge me," he pouted.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm judging you hard," I laughed. "I always knew you were a dweeb at heart, Justin Drew Bieber." I ruffled his hair this time.

Paisy jumped down from me and ran to a pair of chairs. She sat on one, leaving one for me and Justin to fight over. We both looked at each other before nodding. This was a race.

"On your mark," Paisley giggled. "Get set... Go!"

I got the lead and the breeze from a fan blew in my hair. I was almost there when Paisley started to cheer me on. I reached the chair first (ha) and smirked. "Look at that, Bieber. You just got schooled by your homegirl," I laughed.

He grinned slyly before pouncing on me, landing on my lap. He had me cradling him like a huge baby. Paisley crawled up him and sat on his stomach. "Mommy," Justin said, mocking Paisy.

"Awe," I said. "My two babies."

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Part 9:
*Sarah*

"Justin! Get your white butt over here. It's time for your show!" Kenny yelled. Justin crawled out of my grasp and helped me up. I held Paisley close and he walked me to the right wing. I looked out and saw so many fans. I didn't know how he just shrugged it off like, 'oh, no biggy.' The stadium was huge!

"Okay, huddle!" Scooter yelled. They all formed a circle and said something I figured was a prayer. I stood awkwardly and kicked an imaginary rock with my sandal. I put Paisley down and she sat in a chair nearby. Justin walked over to me and smiled. He started jumping up and down.

"Excited?" I joked.

"I'm pumped!" he screamed. "Woooohooo!"

"Calm down, tiger," I laughed. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I don't know if it was a pure adrenaline hug, or a real hug, but I closed my eyes and snaked my arms around his waist, hands landing on his shoulder blades. I smelled him. He smelled goo-oo-ood.

"Justin," Kenny said, showing up out of nowhere. "It's time, bro."

He pulled away from me, and a quiet whimper escaped my pouted lips. Justin smiled at me before running on stage. "Here," a woman, perhaps in her thirties, handed me a headset.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hiya, Sarah!" I heard Kenny's voice loud in my ear. It drowned out the screams.

"Hey, Kenny," I laughed. A woman's voice came on.

"This is Pattie!" she said.

"Oh, Pattie. Justin's mom, right?" I asked.

"Yes, m'am," she said.

"Justin told me about you, Jazzy, Jaxon and Jeremy and about how special you are to him," I said.

"About that..." Pattie said.

"Uh oh," Kenny sighed.

"No, no. It's nothing bad. I just wanted to warn you of something," she said.

"I'm listening.." My voice was cautious.

"The way he feels about you is none of our concerns, but.. it's come to my attention that since he met you yesterday, the atmosphere has changed," she said. Kenny mhm'd in return.

"Is that bad?" I asked, my voice shaking. These people didn't like me so much that they had to say it to my face?

"Absolutely not! This place, it's buzzing with happy. He lights up when he's around you, I mean, he seriously glows. He's never, ever been like this before. It's just, a fair warning that he cares deeply for you," Pattie said.

"He - He does?" I asked, a smile creeping on my face.

"Isn't it obvious?" Scooter's voice boomed into my ears.

"I don't know. He's just a sweetheart, really," I said.

"Let me tell you a secret, Sarah," Scooter said.

"Tell me."

"When Justin came to meet me in the parking lot earlier, he wouldn't shut up about how great you are," he chuckled.

"He - He likes me?" I said, voice cracking. "Seriously?"

"Apparently you like him back," Kenny laughed.

"I do. He's not making any moves, though," I grumbled.

"Give him time. You have to show him you love him back," Scooter said.

"Or tell him," Pattie said.

"Or you can make the first move," Kenny suggested.

"I don't know. This is heavy." I laughed at my Back To The Future reference.

"Good luck," Pattie said. I saw her smile from across the room. That was when I realized all three of them were staring at me. I felt my cheeks blush.

"Thank you. For everything, really," I smiled at them. I took off the headset and handed it to Pattie.

I enjoyed the rest of the concert. Kenny and Scooter were shoving me around playfully when I heard Justin speak. "Who wants to be my one less lonely girl?" he said. He said some other words that I couldn't understand because Kenny and Scooter screamed:

"One...Two...Three!"

at the same time. The next thing I knew, Kenny gave me one big shove and I was in front of a thousand fans. My face blanked and I stood there like a statue. I started to run back to the wings to punch Kenny but I felt a hand on my wrist. I turned and saw Justin smiling at me. I raised an eyebrow in shock as he pulled me to a stool and I sat awkwardly. I looked out at all the beliebers. I squinted to see them. "Wow," I muttered.

Quicker than my brain could handle, Justin's voice rang in my ears and he had his arm around me. He, too was on a stool and I was just smiling at him goofily.

I felt like we were the only ones on the stage, and the butterflies in my stomach were because of him. He looked in my eyes the whole time. "There's gonna be one less lonely girl!" he sang.

Once he was done, I stood up and tackled him in a hug, to which he hugged back tenderly. "Thank you," I whispered in his ear.

"Anything for you, homegirl," he said. He pulled away and shoved me towards the wings. I glared at him over my shoulder and he stuck his tongue out. I ran back to the wings and jumped on Scooter.

"Thank you!" I screamed. Then, I gave Kenny a bear hug. My hug went to Pattie then. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It was all his idea!" Pattie yelled.

"That's why I love him!" I said, not realizing what I'd said until it was floating in the air. I love him? Impossible. Could it be?