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.


3. You Don't Have To Do This.

"I can't believe this is happening!" I wailed, collapsing on my bed and burrowing myself under my thick, warm duvet. Maggie looked on worriedly. She was concerned about the fact that I wasn't jumping around screaming with excitement at the prospect of filming a movie with Justin Bieber like most other teenage girls would do. The problem was I wasn't just an ordinary teenage girl. I had written a whole book for Christ's sake.

"Why did it have to be him?" I demanded, leaping up from my bed and shaking Maggie's shoulders. "Of any actor, any singer, any pancake flipperwhy him?"

Maggie cocked her head to one side. "Pancake flipper?"

"Urrgghh!" I buried my head in my hands. Didn't anyone get it? I would have to be intimate with this boy. I would have to kiss him. I would have to hold his hand all day and pretend as if we were the happiest couple on the planet. No way could I do that. 

Justin's name was the most googled on the planet. And where did that leave me? I was nothing compared to him. Absolutely nothing. But I wasn't being shallow. I didn't not want to work with him just because he would make me feel small, It wasn't. It was just the whole public figure of Justin Bieber. I mean the hair, the clothes, the music, the smile...

Forgetting about Justin Bieber for a minute (if that was even possible) there was just another thing I didn't want to think about until it was necessary to.


It's not that I couldn't act. I could, if I wanted to. I had been through so many periods of painful drama classes with professionals my mum knew from way back in her theatre days, but nowadays I preferred to express myself on paper rather than in front of an audience. 

"Molly? Maggie?"

I heard my Mum's distant voice emerge from down the hallway. She was there before I could even say her name.

"Mum! What are you doing back so soon? I thought your flight wasn't until tomorrow morning?"

She brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead. "Oh, sweetie, as soon as I heard the news I got a flight straight back from Rome. Are you okay?"

I snuggled against her, breathing in her heavenly scent. "Yeah, I'm okay," I said. "It doesn't seem real yet though. I guess I'll just have to wait."

My mum looks like me, except unlike my soft, straight blonde hair she has frizzy, ginger curls so crazy it looks as if she's been permanently plugged into a light socket. She's slim though, like me, and has bright rosy cheeks that dimple when she smiles. I suppose some people think that my mum's a hippy, but I know better. Of course the whole vegan-painter-animal lover thing doesn't help. But I love her, unconditionally. Sometimes, apart from Maggie, I think that she's the only one who really gets me.

Now she smoothed her paint-stained hands over my hot cheeks. "You know you don't have to do this," she murmured. 

"Oh mum," I snorted, tears welling up, batting her hand away, "I... Want to."

Maggie bounced across the room, suddenly animated. "Right." She grabbed me, business like. "We've got a hell of a lot of work to do." She eyed my smudged mascara exasperatedly. "You've got your Pastry photo shoot tomorrow morning, remember?" 

I groaned. Another photo shoot.

Stupidly enough, I had thought that having a book published would just mean having to go to a few meetings, book signings and school talks. Not for one minute did I expect to have to go to endless radio interviews, T.V appearances, acting castings or photo shoots. If I knew better I'd believe that I was being used, but I trust Maggie, and I suppose she knows best.

"God." Mum slapped a hand to her forehead. "I completely forgot."

"So did I," I admitted sheepishly. 

Maggie didn't look amused. "Well, Justin's going to meet you there with his manager just so that you two can meet each other before you make a commitment." 

"I'm going to make us all a cup of tea," Mum muttered to herself as she floated from the room. I tried to keep the hysteria from my voice, but I wasn't successful.


But Maggie already had her head entombed in my wardrobe. I suppose I didn't really have a choice in the matter whether I put up a fight or not, so I crumpled onto my bed, defeated.

"I think these shorts would go really well with those floral tights you have, and obviously you'll have those Pastries on, and how about this shirt...?"

I let her go on. There was just one thought that kept on swimming around my head frantically... I was meeting Justin Bieber tomorrow. What on earth was I going to do?

Play it cool and just let him be the one to talk?

Act like a fangirl and not leave him alone?

Comment on his music and...

And what?

Maggie was still throwing my clothes all over the room as I snuggled down into my duvet and fell asleep, dreaming of what on earth tomorrow would bring. 


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