Thread: Learn to Love the Real Me

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This is divided into 2 parts. It was too long to post as one, so it's in 2. Thanks.

Part 1.

Chapter 10:
*Justin*

"Good show, JB," Scooter said. "But the fun's not over yet. Tomorrow, we have to record in the studio, then thursday we have to go to the premier of Brave."*

I groaned. "Why?" I whined.*

"You can take your girlfriend with you if you want," he winked.*

"Dude, she's not my girlfriend!"*

"Whatever. I think you should make a move," he said.*

"Yeah, man. It's obvious that the feelings toward each other are strong," Kenny said.*

"She doesn't like me that way," I said, looking at the ground. Sarah had left to go to the bathroom.*

"I think she does. The way she looks at you, JB," Scooter said.

"She doesn't like me, guys!"*

"Okay," Kenny sang.*

"I'm leaving. I have to drive Paisley and Sarah all the to their house," I said.*

"Jay, you should just ask her out," Scooter said, patting my back.*

"I don't know. What if she says no?" I asked, rubbing my neck.*

"She won't. Ask her on a date, take her some place special, and let fate take the wheel," Kenny said. "Take her to Restaurant Alma tonight. The night is young."*

"You know what? I will. Thanks, guys," I smiled. Sarah came skipping out, holding Paisley like Superman. "Hey, girls."

"Hey, boys," Sarah joked. I walked over to her and grabbed Paisley, then started running around like a maniac with Sarah in tow. We were laughing so hard.*

"Alright. Let's go home," I said. I said bye to everyone and we went out to my Fisker Karma. I drove away from the stadium, and as soon as I started in the direction of her house, she looked at me confused.*

"Why are we going this way?" she asked.*

"Because you have to get all fancied up," I said.*

"For what?"

"Sarah," I started. "Will you go on a date with me tonight?"*

"Yes," she smiled, blushing all the way. "What about Paisley?"

"I got this," I said. I dialled Chaz and put it on the car stereo.*

"Yellow?" he said.

"Hey, Somers."

"Yo. What's up?"

"I need you to do me a huge favour," I said.*

"What kind of - Ryan, don't touch that pie or my mom'll kill me."

"Oh, goodie. Ryan can help too."*

"What do you need, bro?"*

"I need you to babysit for me," I said.*

"Jazzy, or Jaxon?" Ryan said. Ah. So he could hear me?*

"Neither. It's a friend of mine's daughter," I said, glancing at Sarah. "Her name is Paisley."

"Okay. We'll be over in a half hour. We have nothing better to do," Chaz said.*

"Because you're losers?" I said.*

"Exactly," Ryan laughed. "And that *I'm sick of Chaz's hotel room." *

I hung up and looked at Sarah. "Thanks," she said. "Where are we going?"*

"Restaurant Alma. It's this great place, or so I heard," I said.*

"Justin, that place is unaffordable!" she said, eyed wide and bushy tailed.*

"I know. But only the finest things are good enough for you," I said. Her cheeks turned a bright pink and she looked away, her hair hiding her face.*

"You're too good for me," she said.*

"I am not." How could she say that? She's a beautiful, smart, funny girl and she doesn't know what she has to offer.*

"Justin," she said, grabbing my hand that was laying on the center console. "You're so sweet." I smiled at her. She was glowing.*

I pulled onto Haven Road and into her driveway. I walked her to her door with Paisley traveling behind and she walked in with me. We hadn't let go of each other's hand.*

The place was a mess. Red cups, food, napkins, pillows. It was all sprawled around the living room. "Gerard!" Sarah yelled. A guy walked out, slowing when he saw me.*

He had short, bleach blonde hair and a goatee in the same color. He was scrawny, but obviously hungover. "What the f*ck? Why are you screaming? And why is Justin Bieber in my house?"*

"It's my house, okay? And I am not going to be here until later," she said.*

"Why? Does it have anything to do with the fact that you are holding hands?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.*

"Yes. We're going out tonight. Pais has a sitter, so... the house is yours for now," she said. She pushed past him and dragged me to her room. "What do I wear for said date?"

"Something elegant and fancy," I shrugged. She walked into her walk-in closet and ruffled around for a bit. She came out in a purple dress. It was tight, but extended at the bottom. It was to her mid thighs and showed some cleavage. Strapless and complementing. "Wow," I managed.*

"Too much?" she asked, biting her lip.*

"N - No. It's perfect. You look astonishing," I said, walking over to her and placed my hands on her hips. Her breathing quickened and she placed her hands on mine.*

"Thank you," she whispered. I looked in her eyes and blinked. I pulled away and grabbed her hand. She looked confused as to what happened. She slipped on some black pumps and let me drag her to Paisley's room. She was playing with three Barbie dolls.*

"I have to go shopping. Bye!"

"Bye, wife!" she said, then made Ken kiss Barbie. Sarah dropped my hand and scooped Paisley up, with the Barbies.*

"Come on, Daisy. We gotta go," Sarah said.*

"Mommy, you look pretty," Paisley giggled.*

"So do you!"*

*Sarah*

We had just gotten to Justin's flat, when two boys emerged from the door. I stepped out of the car and helped Paisy. When I turned around, they were staring at me. "Hiya?"*

"Justin, Justin, Justin!" one of them screamed, then ran over to him and whispered something in his ear. Justin rolled his eyes and nodded. I pursed my lips and looked at him.*

"This is Chaz," he said, pointing to a boy with brown hair that swooped to the side. He was the one that whispered in Justin's ear. "And that's Ryan." Ryan was checking me out big time.*

"Ahem," I said. He snapped his neck up to my face and turned red. I walked over to Paisley, who was playing with the snow, and picked her up. I brought her into the house and put her on the couch. I ran into the bedroom and got her blanket. The boys had joined us and were in the living room.*

I tucked Pais into her blanket like a caterpillar in a caccoon. "Mommy's gonna be back later, okay?" I said.*

"Are you and Justin Beaver gonna do this?" she asked, then made her guy Barbie kiss the girl.*

"Paisley! Where did you learn that?"*

"iCarly," she giggled.*

"You need to stop watching that and stick with Imagination Movers," I said.*

"Who's gonna babysit me while you're kissing Justin Beaver?" she giggled.*

"Bad girl!" I laughed. "But Chaz and Ryan are gonna watch you."

"Are they nice?" she asked, eyes lighting up. I looked at them. They were watching me.*

"Yes! They're the best! They love to play Barbies, too!" I said. Their jaws dropped and I laughed.*

"Ryan, Chaz, who wants to be Ken?" Pais giggled. Chaz raised his hand.*

"No way! I don't wanna be a girl!" Ryan yelled.*

"You're half way there, buddy," Justin laughed. "Let's go, Sarah."

"Bye, Paisy Daisy," I said, kissing her head.*

"Bye, Mommy," she smiled before turning back to Chaz who was hitting on Ryan's barbie with his own. I reached my hand out for Justin to grab. Our fingers were carelessly intertwined and my heart skipped a beat.*

[CENTER]Part 2.[CENTER]
Chapter 10:
*Sarah*

We went outside and he opened my door for me. It wasn't until he was running around the front of the car that I realized he was wearing a blue button down, folded up to his elbows, and a tie. A tie! He got in and I smirked at him, "You're wearing a tie?" I giggled.*


"Is it too much? I can change -" He started getting out but I grabbed his hand.*

"No, no. I like it. You look incredible," I smiled. He settled back in the car and grinned, shut the door. He started driving and I closed my eyes. Laying my head on the cool window, I placed my hands on my lap. I watched the green trees woosh past.*

A warm presence approached my hand, and engulfed itself through my fingers. I looked at Justin's hand in mine. I smiled and looked back at the white grass.*

The car came to a stop and I opened my eyes, aware that I had fallen asleep! "Hey, Sarah. We're here," he said, squeezing my hand.*

"Oh. Um, okay," I said, starting to open my door.*

"STOP!" he yelled, making me jump. I was still tired, and that had just about woken me up.*

"What? Why did you give me a heart attack?" I said, slightly annoyed.*

"I want to open your door for you," he said, innocently. I rubbed his shoulder.*

"I'm sorry. That is sweet," I said, keeping my voice soft. He smiled genuinely and jumped out, running to my side and opening my door for me. He held out his hand, and I grabbed it gratefully. He slammed my door shut, but I felt myself getting unstable.

I was slipping on the ice! I felt his hands wrap around my upper arms, steadying me on the snow. "You good?" he asked.*

"I'm good." We walked through the doors with me under his arm. There were some hushed whispers as soon as we walked in and a random girl popped up. She had black hair with bright red streaks in it, and blazing brown eyes.*

"Hiya! Welcome to Restaurant Alma! My name is Leah," she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her pierced ear, "and I will be your server for the night. Come right this way."*

"Thanks," Justin mumbled. She led us to a secluded dining room, where only one table of the many were lit up, and not a soul was in sight.*

"This is beautiful, JB. You didn't have to do all this," I gasped.*

There was two chairs at the table. It had a spotless, white tablecloth and a single rose in a vase. I walked over to it and ran my fingers over the cloth.

"It was no hassle. I want the best for my homegirl," he said. I giggled, and we looked into each other's eyes for a minute, before the moment became extremely awkward, since Leah the waitress was still there. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, Leah."*

"Oh, no. It's not a problem. I think you two are adorable," she smiled, before turning on her heel and bolting to the kitchen. I laughed slightly and Justin came over. He looked at me desirably. I swore he was going to kiss me, but he walked behind me and pulled back my chair. I sat, demolishing any ridiculous kissing thoughts that I'd had about Justin Bieber.*

"So," I said.

"So-o-o." His lips drew out the word, letting it linger in the air. I took this moment to look at him. His hair was slightly darker and he had completely ruined it, even though it looked sexy as ever. He was constantly running his fingers through it, which was an immediate turn-on. Why, Justin, why?*

His piercing caramel eyes were gazing into mine, and the silence in the air was not so bad, because of our eye contact. He licked his lips slickly, making me visibly shiver in my seat. "Something wrong?" he asked.*

"N - No. Why would it be?" I had kicked off my killer pumps and let my feet breathe.

"You're a bit... squirmy," he said. Leah came back at the perfect time, asking for our drink of choice. My cheeks were probably ablaze, so I hid behind my menu. "Iced tea is fine with me," he said.

"And for you?" Leah said, peeking over the pages of delectable foods.*

"Water," I muttered. She chuckled and walked off, leaving us alone. I poked my head up, seeing him look at me, obviously amused. "Something funny, Bieber?" I grumbled.*

"Yes. I think it's cute how shy you are around me," he said.

"I'm not shy," I said, voice cracking. I thought only boys going through puberty had their voices crack unwillingly. Oh, well.*

"You so are. So, listen." I lowered my menu and looked at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "I have to ask your advice on something."

"Wait, can I ask you something first?" I asked, hoping this question wouldn't blow up in my face.*

"Go ahead," he said.*

"Is Jelena real?" I blurted. "Because the articles and twitter say the opposite, but I think you'd be the best clarifier." He sighed and leaned back in his chair.*

"Ah," he said. "Jelena."

"So.."

"That's over. It was a sad story about heart break and betrayal, that should be best forgotten," he said. My heart sped up, and I froze in my seat.*

"You broke her heart?" I whispered.*

"No, it - Sarah, no. She cheated on me with some dude from Wyoming," he said, the words bitter on his tongue, and a disgusted look on his face.

"I'm sorry," I said, ashamed that I couldn't speak.*

"No. I'm sorry, for her. All she cared about in thei relationship was sэx. I denied, not ready, and so she dumped me for someone her age. I thought I trusted her, she said she loved me for Pete's sake!" he said. I reached over and grabbed his hand on the table.*

"I'm sorry I asked. The past is the past, am I wrong?"*

"No. You're exactly right. I hear she's happy now, so be it. I've got my family, and crew, and amazing friends," he smiled. I couldn't help but return the grin. "So, now my turn?"

"Shoot."

"Well," he said. "I've been having some girl problems."

"Oh yeah?" I asked.*

"Yep. There's this girl," he said.*

My heart sank in my chest for a split second, before I caught on and smiled. "Really."

"Yes. I really like her, but her signal's are kind of shady. It's hard to read her."

"Okay. So tell me more of this girl," I said, resting my chin in my hands.*

"Well," he gasped, as if he were ready to speak a mile a minute. "She's beautiful, really. She has long brown hair, and these gorgeous blue eyes. Then there's her smile. That's what won me over."

"She sounds nice. What else?" I asked, seriously amused.*

"She's the sweetest girl I've met in my life besides my mom. She's funny, and sensible. She has a great personality, and can instantly make me laugh, or smile, seconds into a conversation." I felt my cheeks heat up, but recovered.*

"Must be pretty amazing," I said. "What's the problem again?"*

"I don't know if she likes me the way I like her," he said, looking down quickly before looking back up at me.

"I'm sorry. I have some boy problems, too," I said, looking in his beautiful eyes.*

"Oh yeah?"*

"Yes. He appears to obviously like me, and I like him back, but he's not making the move that I'm waiting for," I frowned, knowing that now he knew how I felt about him.*

"You - You do?"*

"Yes," I smiled. Leah bounded in with two glasses and placed them in front of us. "Thank you so much."

She nodded and walked out.

"What about this guy? What's he like?" he asked. He drank some iced tea.

"He's the handsomest boy I've ever met. He has dark blonde hair *and dizzying brown eyes. He turns my legs into spaghetti," I said, smiling at Justin. This was easier than I had thought. "He's a perfect gentleman, so sweet, so kind. He treats me like I'm his everything." I took a long swig of my water to rejuvenate my dry throat and tongue.

"What's your problem?" he asked.

"I'm still hanging on a thread, waiting patiently for him to make his move. As for you, I think you should go for it. She deserves to be told and/or showed your feelings," I said, fiddling with the table cloth.*

He suddenly stood up, startling me, almost knocking over my drink. I looked up at him, confused and shocked. He started towards the door, but I jumped up and grabbed his wrist.

"Justin, where are you going?"*

"I'm going to go tell the girl my feelings," he called over his shoulder. He ran out on me, leaving me dumbfounded with my jaw on the floor. I stomped my foot on the rug and felt on the verge of tears.*

I cannot believe he just did that. I'm probably the stupidest girl in the universe. Yeah, right, Justin Bieber, international god, likes me. He had led me on, and pushed me away like that. I might as well leave. I can't pay for this. I wonder if I could just tell the manager - My thoughts were disrupted.*

Footsteps approached the room and a besheveled Justin was running towards me. What do I do? What's going on? I had no sense of thought. "Justin?-"

I was interrupted by him pouncing right in front of me, cupping my face in his hands, and smashing his lips onto mine.

I moved my lips in a steady rhythm with his, feeling... What was I feeling?*

I felt like I was on a cloud. I felt like the Earth had dismounted and me and Justin were the only one's left. The world around me stopped spinning, and I felt light headed. I couldn't stop my lips.*

I felt like butterflies threw up rainbows and fireworks in my ovaries. I felt like magic was working up a special brew inside my stomach, only to keep on tickling me with it's steam. I felt like...

This was right.

Justin pulled away first. I hadn't opened my eyes, in fear that they were rolled in the back of my head. My fingers were tangled in the hair at the nook of his neck. Our breathing was ragged and heavy, and the only sound in the room.*

When your lips are on my lips, and our hearts beat as one.

"You didn't think I'd leave you, did you?"

"I w - was a little confused there, for a moment." His warm, minty breathing on my lips was driving me nuts.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything," I said.*

"I love you, Sarah Brooks."

"And I love you, too, Justin Bieber."

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soooo sorry for no update ]': Chapter 11:
*Sarah*

After dinner, Justin announced that it was time to leave. I stood up, straightened out my dress and grabbed his outstretched hand. "I had an amazing time," I said.*

"You think your night was amazing? Try kissing you!"

"I don't think that's humanly possible," I said.*

"Oh, right. Well, it's a great experience," he grinned. He left the money on the table and led me to the door. We left and he walked me to his car. We drove in absolute silence, enjoying the moment. We pulled into his driveway. He opened my door and helped me out. I smiled and slammed the door behind me.*

"So, I guess I'll just get Paisley and go home. I had a brilliant evening, Justin," I smiled. He took my hand and laced our fingers together lazily. He pushed me against the door and stepped closer, making me release a giggle.*

"Or..."*

"Or..." I mocked, not sure where he was getting at.*

"You could stay the night at my house," he hummed, closing his eyes.*

"I wouldn't want to intrude," I shook my head.*

"It's not intruding if I invited you three point seven seconds ago, silly," he said. I licked my lips subtly and smiled.*

"Sure," I said. "I'll stay the night with you." He grinned and slid his tongue across his bottom lip hungrily. He inched his face closer, and his warm, minty breath was blowing on my face in a hard-to-breathe manner. I closed my eyes and our lips met. It was so full of love and desire, I could've mauled him on his doorstep. He slipped his hands down to my ribcage, then down to my waist. I tangled my fingers in his hair - oh, so soft. His tongue tried prying my lips open, and I did so eagerly. Suddenly, the door behind me collapsed open, and I would have fallen backwards if Justin's grip wasn't so tight.*

"I knew you were going to kiss Justin Beaver, Mommy!" Paisley giggled from below as she hugged my leg. I pulled away from Justin, embarrassed, and dropped to my knees. Justin stepped around us and closed the door, leaving the house to engulf me in it's heat.*

"You caught me, Daisy," I giggled. She slapped her hands to her cheeks and made gagging noises. "Was it fun hanging out with Ryan and Chaz?"*

"Yes! They are so fun! They played dolls with me and gave me candy and chocolate milk and sugar and cookies and -"*

"RYAN AND CHAZ," I yelled. They came jogging in from Justin's room. "You gave her candy and sugar?"*

"Because we made a deal," Ryan said. "If she*ate all her dinner, then she can have all the sweets she wants."

"She's going to be bouncing off the walls!" I exclaimed.

"She already was," Chaz chuckled. Paisley giggled and chased after him. I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair. I walked into Justin's room and saw him texting or something.

"Justin," I said. He looked up and smiled, patting the spot on his bed next to him. "Actually, can I have a shirt?"

"Oh." He stood up and rummaged through his drawers and handed me a large orange v-neck. "Here you go," he said. I smiled.

"Mind if I use your restroom?" I asked. He shook his head and I went in. I used the potty - when you have a four year old it's a habit to say potty - and looked in the mirror. "Ugh." I looked tired.

I wiped off remaining makeup and pulled off the dress. There was some laughter outside of the room. I put my ear to the door and listened.

"Dude, did you kiss her?"

"Yes," Justin said.

"Was it good?"

"Yes," he repeated.

"Did you do it?" Chaz asked.

"Do what?" Justin said.

"Do <i>it</i>," Ryan said.

"No, morons."

I giggled quietly and continued to eavesdrop.

"Where is she now?" Chaz asked.

"Bathroom getting changed?" Justin said.

"Yeah, buddy. Get some," Ryan laughed. I snorted, loudly, and heard some shuffling. I quickly changed into the v-neck and looked in the mirror innocently. The door flew open and Justin walked in.

"Were you listening?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, buddy," I said, then doubled over in laughter. I stood up and saw that he was watching me with a smile on his face. "What?" I asked.

"I love your laugh."

"Awe, thanks, Jay," I said.

"And I love your smile."

"Oh, yeah?" I said, stepping closer to him.

"Yes. And I love your eyes," he said, pushing his face closer to mine.

"Really," I mumbled against his lips that were brushing upon my own.

"But what I love more than all of those things," he said, "is you." With that, he placed his lips onto mine and moved in sync with me. He lifted me onto the bathroom counter and spread my legs, stepping in between them and snaking his hands around my waist. He opened his mouth and I sent my tongue wandering. It was all quiet. The soothing quiet, not the awkward quiet.

"MOMMY!" Paisley screeched, making me jump and knock over a tube of toothpaste and a canister of hairspray.

"God damn it, Paisley," I said. Justin didn't move. He just stood between my legs and let his fingers graze upon my bare thigh.

My breath shook when I realized what he was doing. "What are you doing, Mommy?" she asked. I chuckled a bit and looked at her. She was cuddling into her Power Rangers blanket.

"Paisley, you scared Mommy, okay?" I said. Justin laughed and continued his little tease. "We were doing what grown ups do," I said finally.

"Barbie and Ken don't do that," she said.

"Because you don't make them do that," I winked. She giggled and ran off. "I'm so sorry, Justin." He just shrugged and brought his lips to my neck. He was kissing, and nibbling, and <i>sucking,</i> making me shiver at his touch.

<i>Oh, the effect this boy has on me.</i>

Oh Paisley!!(; update

so this guy, asked me out.
i said no, hehe.
Chapter 12:
*Sarah*

He backed away from me, and I jumped off the counter. We walked out hand in hand to the living room. "Where is Paisley going to sleep, Just-" I stopped dead when I saw her passed out on the couch. "Never mind, let's go."

I dragged him into the bedroom and closed the door. He jumped onto the bed, fell face first into the collosal amount of pillows, rear end up. I climbed in next to him, under the covers. He adjusted himself so he was actually laying down, and then looked at me. I looked back confused.

"You're pretty," he said, shooting a toothy grin towards me.

"You're cute." I tapped his nose with my index finger. He smiled and scooted closer to me. I smirked and turned around. I close my heavy eyes and felt his presence right up against me. My breath hitched in my throat when his fingers rubbed my thigh. "Justin..."

"Hm," he said.

"I love you, and goodnight," I sighed. He hummed in response and I felt his warm, moist lips on my neck. My heart fluttered and butterflies were flapping their wings across my stomach.

******

"Wake up, love," a deep, raspy voice said in my ear.

"Mm," I mumbled. "Leave me alone."

"I guess you don't want to come to the studio then?" he said, sounding kind of bummed.

"Not really. I'll be here when you get back," I smiled, leaning up and pecking his lips.

"Promise?" he asked. I nodded and laid my head back onto the pillow. "Okay. Bye."

"Bye, Justin," I called. He chuckled and walked out of the room, saying a goodbye to Pais.

I rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling. I hummed Adele quietly and swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up, stretching my back. "Mommy, I'm hungry," Paisley whined. I stood up and nodded, then used the bathroom. I tied my messy brown hair into a ponytail, not bothering with it. I skipped into his kitchen and was amazed by the food choices.

"How does waffles sound?" I asked. She jumped up from watching Dora to squeal an approval. "Okay." I giggled and began cooking - well, putting the waffles in the oven.

I'm so gourmet.

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Originally Posted by lovejustinsswag

Hah why did u say no(; update!(:

lmfao he's a looooser. ;]

I'm bacckkkk. Sorry. Okay, so truth is, I absolutely love writing, and I tried writing on JBFF, but gave up because I was getting like zero views. And then, I was writing on J-14 magazine website fanfic and I got bored of my stories so I abandoned them like a jerk, which is basically what I did with yall. And I'm sorry. I am going to continue this and Opposite Hearts like, now.

But the real reason, guys, that I haven't been on here specifically, is because I was on onedirectionfanfiction. Shocker, not. I'm noticed on there, that's why I like it so much. And the Directioners over there, there just brilliant, and I just can't apologize enough to you guys. I mean, your probably not even mad, but in that person that'll say sorry likewise of the number of times you tell me its okay.

So,

Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. Okay.

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