"Hi, sweetheart. What's your name?"
"Katie," she giggled, covering her mouth and glancing back to her dad. I smiled at him and leaned down to Katie's level.
"How old are you, Katie?"
She held up four petite fingers. "I'm gonna be five in April, though!" she said, jumping up and down, making her small orange curls bounce alomg with her in an uneven pattern.
"You're getting to be a big girl, aren't you?" I asked, winking. She giggled some more.
"Yeah! Justin, I'm you're biggest fan!"
"You are?" I asked. She nodded. "Then, I'd like to get a picture with my bigget fan!"
"Thank you, Justin." She leaned into me while her dad held up a red iPhone. She smiled big, but when I kissed her cheek, it grew bigger and she squealed.
"How's that?" I asked, turning to her.
"Perfect. I loved the show, Justin! Bye!"
"Bye, Katie! Remember to believe always!" I smiled as she ran away with her dad at her heals.
As the next girl came up, I smiled, took a picture, and flirted with the older fans.
After an hour and a half of the meet and greet, the last fan neared and I sighed with relief. Next to me, Kenny couldn't keep his eyes from drooping. "Hey, man," I said, nudging his arm, "go ahead. I can handle the last fan. It's a little girl." He nodded and walked through the door, almost running into it if Alfredo didn't open it for him.
The little girl, small and short, came up and blushed immediately after I exchanged eye contact with her. She was right next to a girl, who appeared about eighteen. The child hid behind the girl's tanned legs, smiling shyly.
"Go on. I'll take your picture, Pais," the older girl said, nudging the little one towards me. I smiled at her. She had bright blue eyes, similar to the older girl's, and wavy, shiny blonde locks. She was wearing a white tank top with denim shorts, and pink flip flops - tiny ones.
"Hi, sweetie. What's your name?" I asked her, when she finally mustered enough courage to stand next to me.
"Paisley," she said timidly.
"I won't bite, Paisley," I smiled. Her eyes lit up and she smiled, her cheeks rosy and pink. "How old are you?"
"I'm four. Today's my birthday!" she exclaimed, glancing at the older girl.
"Happy birthday!" I grinned. The older girl chuckled and shook her head, glancing at a white iPhone. What is it with all these people having expensive phones? "Is that your sister? I'll bet she's a big fan of me, too!"
The older girl looked at me in shock, as Paisley just giggled and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to me. I got a better look at her. She had enormous blue eyes, as far as I could tell, they were brighter than Paisley's. She had long, light brown hair, approximately to her mid-ribs.
"She's not my sister!" Paisley giggled.
"We get that a lot," the older one said.
"You look a lot alike," I stated, looking at one, then to the other. My eyes lingered on the older girl's body. She was thin, very fit. She was wearing navy blue camisole and short white shorts. She had white flip flops.
"That's because she's my mom," Paisley said. I raised my eyebrows, looking at the so called 'mom'. She looked at me like I was nuts.
"How old are you?" I asked, looking her in the eye.
"You know, it's rude to ask a lady her age," she smirked.
"You're hardly a lady. You're basically a child yourself," I said, solemn to the fact that she's a mother at such a young age.
"Excuse me. I'm eighteen; legally an adult."
"Then how come, at age eighteen, most of my family and friends call me kid?"
"Listen, I only came here to let Paisley," she said, wrapping her arms around the young girl, "have a good time and watch her idol. You fightinh with me in front of her isn't being a good role model."
"I'm sorry," I said, looking down ashamed of my behavior. "Paisley, do you want a picture?"
She nodded vigorously and I smiled, still wary about snapping at - wait, what was her name?
"Come here," I said, waving Paisley over. She came over and stood next to me. "What's your mommy's name?"
"Sarah," she whispered, giggling.
"Yes, she is," Paisley smiled.
"Not as pretty as you," I kissed her cheek while Sarah took the picture.
"Thank you, Justin Bieber!" Paisley screeched.
"You are so welcome," I smiled. She giggled nervously and turned to Sarah. She raised her arms and Sarah lifted her onto her hip.
"It was ... a pleasure meeting you, Justin," Sarah said before walking off. I chased after her. My heart took action before my brain told it not to.
"Yes?" she asked, turning to me and cradling Paisley slightly.
"What are you doing tonight?" I asked. My flapping lips disregarded what my brain was telling them.
"I'll probably be tucking Pais in, then watching a movie or something -"
"Do you and Paisley want to hang out at my flat?" I asked. What the ****, Justin?
"I can't. I mean, she can't - we can't. She's had a long day, she'll probably be out on the car ride home," Sarah shrugged.
"Please?" I pleaded. She bit her lip, looking at Paisley, then back at me.
"Only for a little while," she said. I smiled widely and she chuckled, rubbing her baby's back. "You're tired, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Paisley mumbled. "Stay awake. We're going to Justin Bieber's house!"
I silently cursed Sarah, hoping the kid would go to sleep so we could talk.