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.


6. Two Leather Jackets

The street was so full of teenage girls that I had to remind myself to keep breathing, or I was sure that I would collapse on the spot. Justin was the exact opposite, craning his neck to look out the window, sticking a hand out every now and then to acknowledge his adoring admirers.

It was late morning, and Justin and I were seated side by side in a gorgeous four by four, black as an oil slick. It made me chuckle to see that he had completely matched his outfit to the car we were sitting in. Justin was wearing a tight fitting pair of white jeans, bright gold high tops this time, a black leather jacket and shades to match. This morning I had just let Maggie dress me in whatever she desired; which was funnily enough a pair of designer skinny jeans, silver converses and a leather jacket.

I hadn't figured out until this morning that the management team thought it would be 'cute' if during media events Justin and I wore similar outfits. "What, even if I wear a dress?" I had laughed cynically.

Maggie had ignored me.

As Justin had reminded me yesterday, we were going to a press conference to talk about the movie, which I thought was quite stupid seeing as we hadn't even begun filming yet. Anything could happen. Justin could pull out or...

That was sure to be it. I still couldn't imagine us working together.

I felt as if he was going to disappear.

"Ready?" he asked me, knocking me out of my worries, his golden eyes glimmering with excitement. I sighed, my heart hammering. "Ready."

And that's when the door opened.

"Justin! Justin!" I yelled, as I was swept roughly aside by a group of preteens wearing 'I Love Justin' jumpers. I'm sure it was hard for them to acknowledge the fact that I wasn't just a screaming fan, so I clung on to Kenny (the bodyguard I met this morning) and closed my eyes. I had always hated crowds.

"We're nearly there, princess," Kenny whispered in my ear. I felt Justin's hot breath on my face. We were being squished together like sardines in a tin. "Kenny!" he yelled over the screams, "Is she okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I murmured softly, clinging on to him for dear life. Justin held on to me tighter. "Come on, guys, I'll meet you on the way out," Justin assured the fans, "Please. Let me and Molly through."

I tried to ignore the abuse that was being hurled at me, scarily enough from girls half my age. It made me laugh to think that some of these girls actually thought that I was Justin Bieber's new girlfriend. Apart from the fact that I was almost three years younger, and had the confidence to match the age too, I knew that Selena Gomez was still firmly stuck on Justin's heart. It made my own heart ache to think of them together.

"Hey, Justin!" A paparazzi yelled in our faces, his stale beer-breath making my eyes water. "Who's your new lady friend?"

Kenny grabbed hold of the both of us and pushed hard... Until all three of us collapsed, panting, into the foyer of the auditorium.

It was quiet for a moment, just the sound of three hearts hammering from the adrenaline from the crowd.

"Well," Justin began. "That was... fun."

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"...And, it's an awesome little book written by your own, Molly Bright..."

A wave of screaming and applauding cut Justin off. I'm pretty sure they had absolutely no idea who he was talking about, but because Justin had said 'your own' they probably thought they had better show Justin that they paid attention to local celebrities.

Justin smiled, and continued. "It's out in any good bookstores and... I think you should all get it!"

More screaming followed, and then, to my absolute horror the microphone was passed to me. I felt Justin's hand on mine under the table. I took a deep breath, and surveyed the crowd shakily.

"Hi." I began.

The crowd was silent.

I swallowed. "My name is... Molly Bright, and my book 'Forgiving Justice' is being made into a feature film this year, starring Justin Bieber and myself."

I looked at Justin desperately. Nodding, he took the mic. "And we are just so grateful to be given this opportunity to show the world who we really are. So, please buy the book and... see the film next fall!"

I turned in my chair to see Kenny holding out his hand for me to come off the stage. The producer and director, both of whom we had never met before now, came out of the wings and took our chairs as we walked off the stage. Justin waved a couple more times to the flashing crowd, and then he turned to face me.

"Good job, baby."

I looked at him. "Are you being serious? I was crap!"

"You weren't crap. You were good." He elbowed me, grinning a cheeky grin. "Cute."

I sighed, and turned to follow Kenny through the heavy double doors. Justin caught my arm. "Look, if this is gonna work... We need to get to know one another a bit more before we fly."

I rolled my eyes, even though the prospect secretly delighted me. "And when do we fly Bieber?"

"Next week."

"What?" So your jaw really does drop? Huh! I had no idea.

He appeared to look concerned. "Is that... Too early? You not ready?"

I bent down to tie up my lace, which was lagging along behind us, dragging on the floor. "It's not that I'm not ready, Justin, I just don't..."

"Know me?" He had pulled me into a hug before I could feel the current rushing through my body like an injection shot of class A drugs. "Molly," he whispered in my ear. "You do know me. You just..."

He pulled me back to look at him. I could see Kenny out of the corner of my eye, holding open the door for us. Justin didn't even acknowledge him. "You just don't want to."

And I hate to say it... But he was right.

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