"Don't ever forget me," I say, pushing a gold locket into his hands. His forehead presses against mine.
"Never," he promises, and kisses me for what could be the last time ever.

Sophia Smith is Justin Bieber's best childhood friend, and first love. But when he gets a record deal and leaves to Atlanta and away from Canada, Sophia is torn. But Justin promises he will never forget her... but has he really kept that promise?

A story of love, fame, hope and believing...


9. Right Here

One minute. One minute left until the day.

I'm on my bed, hunched over my alarm clock, watching it, not daring to tear my eyes away for a split second. This is intense. The last minute. The date is in digital print at the corner of the clock.

15th of December.

Oh my god. The 16th. The day Justin arrives. Butterflies errupt in my stomach and I giggle nervously. Then it happens.

The red digits on the clock change. 23:59.....00:00. 16th of December.

"AYEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" I slap my hands over my mouth, then just burst out laughing. I fall back onto my bed and laugh till my stomach muscles ache. Mum doesn't even come in. There's no way I'm getting to sleep, so what's the point trying? In my fluffy onesie, I push myself out of bed, and grab a hat, and a pair of gloves. I pull a scarf up over my nose, so only my eyes are visible, beneath my hat. I swing open the door, and do a quiet skip, but tiptoe as I come near to mum's room. Then I run. Run to the front door, swing it open, and forget to shut it. I keep running, down dark wet streets, and I don't stop till I reach the airport. My eyes desperately search for the Jeep that carried my boy away years ago. I don't see it. I start to panic. It's okay, I tell myself. His plane may be running late. Or early. He could be home already. But then I hear it. Rustling of leaves, the whirring of an engine. I hear wheels gliding along a tar road. The plane. My heart skips a million beats, and I smile. I smile like a bloody idiot, but I don't care. I wait and wait. Then I see a plump dark guy in a tux, hobbling along with a brief case in his hand. Followed by a very tall pale, skinny and lank man. They look very strange next to each other, like opposites. I see a woman next, tall, glamorous, with beach blonde hair flowing down her shoulders, who's arm is linked with a man, slightly older, with greying hair, but he looks pretty rich. They are talking wildly, with large gestures and mad expressions. Then another man comes out, but I can't see his face in the dark. He looks up, and the moon's light casts over him, and I recognise him instantly. That's Usher. And Scooter's catching up with him. I feel my stomach gnawing away nervously, and I can't help but feel completely star struck. A man, well built, dark, and so tall (like a giant) steps out. Justin's body gaurd. He can't be far now. He must be near. I can't believe that I'm actually doing this, midnight, in the dark, soaking wet and cold, looking for my lost love, who's like the most famous guy on earth right now. I see a couple, hands entwined, and foreheads pressed together. They look in love. I miss that. With Justin. Then my eyes practically pop out, and I actually scream. Loudly, catching everyone's attention. That guy, with that girl, is Justin. My Justin! The girl looks over and I recognise her straight away. Selena Gomez. My jaws start to hurt, and I realise I've been crushing my teeth together. Selena. I take a deep breath, then can't help it. I run to Justin, arms spread out. My hat flies off, freeing my long dark hair, and my scarf fell off ages ago. He stumbles backwards, and his security gaurd pushes me out the way.

"No autographs," he grumbles sternly.

"No," I say, "You don't understand!"

I try to barge him out the way but it's useless.

"Away. Now. Go home. Justin is-"


He laughs, a very deep, booming laugh.. "Nononono, he is with Selena, silly girl." He has an accent.

"Please?" I beg. "I'm right here. For him."

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