1: Bieber

All I could hear in my head was that one name. It felt like I had been forced to hear it replay in my head for years.
Bieber. Bieber. Bieber.
It never stopped and perhaps it never will...
It always brought trouble, yet it always brought happiness..
Will it ever end?
© 2012 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


7. Chapter 7


I sat awkwardly on the couch as Ryan Good showed Justin something in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what it was but they made it a point to be really quiet about it, so I guessed I wasn’t allowed to know.

Ryan Butler sat on the couch opposite of the one I was on while drinking a beer. I decided there was nothing else to do than talk to him about how irresponsible he is so I started to ask him a bunch of questions. 

“How old are you?” I asked.

He gave me a confused look. “Does it concern you?” he asked and took another sip of his beer.

I crossed my arms. “Actually yeah it concerns everyone.”

He laughed. “Okay…”

“So,” I pushed. “How old are you?”


I scoffed. “And you’re drinking beer?”

He spit some out as he burst into a fit of laughter. “Are you serious right now? Do you know what kind of business this is?”

I shook my head.

“Well it’s a business where nobody gives a fuck.” he laughed.

“Obviously.” I started. “Chaz doesn’t give a fuck, you don’t give a fuck, and Justin doesn’t give a fuck." I continued. “You all smoke and drink beer! What a wonderful business this must be.” Sarcasm.

Justin’s head shot up from what he was looking at. “What?”

I looked at him and then back at Ryan who was trying hard not to laugh. “Umm, nothing.” I whispered.

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

I nodded.

“I heard my name though, and lot’s of fucks.”

I fought the urge to laugh “Honestly it’s nothing I swear.” wanting to change the subject, I reached for my phone in my pocket. But it wasn’t there. I started to panic, a lot.

I tried to act calm. “Umm, Justin?”

He sighed. “I’m kind of busy right now.”

“Yeah well this is probably more important than whatever you’re doing.” I said with a shaky tone.

His eyes seemed to be burning into mine. “If I were you I’d shut the fuck up.”

My mouth opened as if I was going to say something back but I decided against it. I walked over to the couch and plopped down onto it, wanting nothing more than to get away from Justin and his ‘business’. It stayed this way for about an hour, Justin and Ryan worked on whatever they were doing and Ryan drank more beer and became drunk. Eventually everybody left and I was all alone in the living room. Finally, I gave up and started to silently sob.

All I wanted was to go home and I wasn’t even allowed to do that. Hell, I’m not even aloud to talk around here! “When can I leave?” I whispered to nobody in particular, also hoping nobody would hear. Sadly it was Justin who heard which was surprising because I didn’t think he had hearing that good.

“I’m afraid you can’t babe.” he laughed.

I didn’t bother to acknowledge what he said I just continued to quietly sob to myself. I felt the couch sag down with the weight of Justin’s body as he sat next to me, beer in hand.

“I said something to you, you know.” he took a sip. “You should probably answer.”

I shot him a glare. “Oh my god.” I spat. “You’re crazy!”

He only smirked. “I know babe, no need to remind me.” and took another sip of his beer.

I angrily got up from the couch. “What the fuck!” I screamed. “Don’t call me that! You don’t even give a shit about me, so why am I here? Why do you call me that? Why do you tell me not to talk to you and when you talk to me, expect me to answer! Huh?” I started to shake violently and more tears spilled. “I just want to fucking go home! Is that too much to ask?! You have your precious gun so why do you still need me here?!” I yelled. “Get me out of here! Take me home! I want to go home!” I collapsed onto the floor and cried my eyes out while Justin sat on the couch, stunned. I got up and waited for an answer.

“Well?” I whispered.

He took a sip of his beer and turned on the TV “Afraid I can’t do that babe.”

I let out a scream of frustration. “Then I guess I’ll just leave!”

I ran to and out the door, slamming it as hard as I could. I didn’t know which way was home, but I could care less so I just ran.  Ran for what seemed like forever before I got tired and sat down on the ground. As I fought for breath, a black Range Rover pulled up by me and out came an angry looking Justin. I tried to run away again but he grabbed my arm.

Don’t,” he barked. “ever do that again!”

I turned to face him with teary eyes. “Why do you freaking need me? I gave you your gun back!” I shouted.

He sighed. “I just can’t let you leave, alright?”

“Can you at least let go of my arm? You’re hurting me.” I whispered.

He loosened his grip a little but didn’t let go as I had asked. “I will when you get in the car.”

I let out a few tears as I stormed off to the car and got in. Justin sat down in the driver’s seat and grabbed my hand.

He looked into my eyes which were drowned with silent tears “I know you want to go home and see your family and everything but you can’t, I just can’t let you.” 

I ripped my hand out of his grip and rubbed my eyes. “And why’s that Justin? Why?” I asked.

He looked away and licked his lips. “Because.”

“That’s not a fucking reason!” I barked. “I still have to go to school, I have to live my life the way I want to, and that’s definitely not this way.”

He stuck the keys in the ignition and started the car, obviously trying to ignore the situation.

“Just take me home if you don’t even have a reason for me to stay” I said, wanting to push the subject further.

He just scratched the back of his neck casually, eyes still fixed on the road.

“Come on Justin, drive to my house.” I said. “Just do it, you don’t even have a reason.”

I saw his knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel with more force than before. This meant that I was getting to him, and if I bugged him enough that maybe he would give in and tell me…

I smirked. “I’m serious Justin, just drop me off cause you don’t have any reason for me to stay so I might as well be going.”

He sighed with frustration but still didn’t say a word.

“My house is like just a block away so make sure you turn at the right time.” I chuckled to myself.

He kept driving.

“Aw shoot! Justin you passed it!” I complained. “And I don’t even know why, because you don’t have a reason.”

That’s when he pulled into his driveway, unbuckled himself, and got out of the car; making sure to slam the door. I unbuckled myself as well but as I was reaching to open my door, it opened and I stumbled out.

“Ouch.” I muttered and followed Justin to the door. He made an abrupt stop and turned around to face me. I accidentally ran into him as he did so but he didn’t seem to care all that much.

I crossed my arms. “I ask to go to my house and you say no.” I continued. “And when we get to yours, you won’t let me in. What’s your deal?”

His breathing became forceful. He stuck his hands into his pockets and looked around.  

“Well?” I asked.

He glanced down at me. I met his gaze for a moment and then his hands were holding my face. “Because I’m starting to like you, okay?” He barked. “Is that what you wanted?”

And he kissed me.

And I kissed back.

Justin Bieber likes me.

And we’re kissing.

Ohh shit. 

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