The Camera (Justin Bieber Competition)

Okay, I am not a fan, but because Fan Fiction is such a popular category on Movellas I decided to give it a go to see if I could write a successful Fan Fiction piece for the competition, As Long As You Love Me. Enjoy, and please comment on what you think as I am new to this. Thank you!

Molly is a teenage writer who hates nothing more than her own life. Her parents are pushy, her agent is pushy, and the pushiest person of all is the film producer who wants to turn her book into a blockbuster movie. It should seem like a dream, but when Max Champagne wants none other than Justin Bieber to star alongside Molly as the main characters, she can't imagine anything worse.


9. First Flash of Life.

As soon as the sliding doors hissed open and I had my first glimpse of Hollywood, the cameras started clicking. I shielded my eyes and clung onto Justin's arm as we walked down the steps. Justin himself was loving every moment- waving and grinning and giving the paparazzi a few precious quotes they could put into their gossip columns. Whereas I was keeping my eyes down and completely ignoring them. 

It's not that I was being rude or awkward. I just didn't know what to say.

"Let's just get into the cab," Justin whispered in my ear, "We'll talk to them another time."

"Another time?" I asked weakly. 

Justin looked apologetic. "When you're stuck with me, you get them too unfortunately." 

Kenny bundled us into the taxi and the flight attendant shoved our suitcases into the back. I smiled at Justin. "So this is it then?"

"I guess so." He seemed elated by something. Maybe it was the whole atmosphere of the place. Hollywood was amazing. Just by looking outside the blackened-out window I could feel the buzz of the tourists, the heat from the huge butter coloured sun in the cloudless sky, the feeling of... stardom that reflected from every building and person.

Just as I was daydreaming Justin elbowed me in the ribs. His hand was in his pocket, and when he saw the apprehension on my face his lips broke out into a wide smile. "Look what I've got, Molly!"

"Oh Justin, I hate surprises." 

Kenny leant over from the front seat and winked at me. "Well you'll like this one," he said. "Close your eyes."

I closed them obediently, and felt a piece of card in my sweaty palms. I fingered them for a moment, then when I couldn't stand it any longer I opened my eyes nervously. 


Inside my hands was a handwritten note on posh, cream card. I held it up to my eyes, as my sight wasn't too good. I read it out loud.

Dinner reservations at eight o' clock at the Carlitos Gardel Restaurant, Los Angeles.

I looked up at Justin. "Is this a joke?"

He faked mock offence. "Of course not, babe. Only the best for..."

I silently finished the sentence, 'Only the best for my girl.' But I knew that he would never say that.

Justin turned his head towards the window, leaving his sentence unfinished. I put my hand on his tentatively. "Thank you." I murmured. 

He smiled at me, and squeezed my hand back. "You're welcome, Molly."


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