Sparks Flying

This story is about 17 year old Claire Williams. She is living an average high school seniors life, and she wouldn't change it for the world. One lucky day she gets picked to spend a summer with the man of her dreams, Justin Bieber. Will this be a summer to remember, or a time to forget?


9. Getting ready!

Justin's P.O.V.
It was finally the day of the awards show. I woke up at around 12 since I stayed up late with Claire. I roll out of bed and head into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and hop into the shower. I get out and put on some khaki's, a black Diamond supply tee, and slip my black converse on. I slip on my chain and put some cologne on. I grab my phone off of the charger and head downstairs to the kitchen, ruffling my hair a bit. I spot Claire in the kitchen making a smoothie. She had on an over sized black shirt with a huge white cross on it, some peach colored high waisted shorts, and some combat boots. I walked over to her and leaned on the kitchen counter.
"You ready to go?" I ask her.
"Yeah, let me just wash this blender. Here yours is in that cup." She said, pointing over to a cup.
"Thanks," I say taking a sip of it. "This is good." I say.
"I try my best," She said, smiling.
"Why can't I make smoothies like these? All of the ones I make just suck." I say.
She starts laughing while looking at me, she shakes her head.
"What?" I ask, laughing.
She came up and cupped my face, wiping her thumb over my mouth. She shows me her thumb and starts laughing. "You don't know how adorable you looked with that on your face." She says.
I chuckle and look down, finishing the rest of my smoothie. I wash the cup I used and dry it, putting it away. She grabbed her bag and we head right into the car. She didn't talk the entire ride, she just played around on her phone. I honestly didn't know what to talk about but I didn't mind. I stop at a red light then lean back into my seat, taking a deep breath. 
"You excited for tonight?" I ask her.
She looked up, smiling. "Of course! I've never been to an awards show." She said.
"It's fun, especially the red carpet." I say.
"Oh my god, you're not gonna make me walk through that are you?" She asks me.
"Of course I am, you'll be fine. I mean your dress looks great on you and after I bring you to the salon you're gonna look even better." I say, putting my foot in the gas pedal.
"Wait you're taking me to the salon too? Justin, how am I gonna pay you back?" She asks.
"You don't have to. You've only been here for 3 weeks, and you only have 5 more left so let me just spoil you." I say.
She rolls her eyes and looks back at her phone. Then it hits me, she only has a month left here with me. I mean, I know we can keep in touch, but we're just two different people. She's a regular girl and I'm this 19 year old kid that has a packed schedule and only got laid off for this summer since I had this contest. I know that I'm not going to lose contact with Claire, I know that I am going to try to be something more than friends with her, I just don't want her getting all of this bad publicity. She doesn't need any of it and neither do I. But I know that I am going to get it either way. I sigh as I turn a sharp left and stop in front of the salon doors. The guy that cuts my hair works here so I decided to get us both the same time. We walk out of the car and I guide her inside, looking around at the empty place. I shrug and sit down in the waiting chair, the receptionist looks at me and I walk up to the desk.
"Hi, uh I'm here to trim my hair and she's going to get her hair done." I said, looking at her.
She nods, "Alright, I'll go grab the stylists. You'll be out in 2 hours." She said.
"Thanks," I say, sitting down next to her.
She looked at me and raised her eyebrows, "I'm still mad at you for bringing me here," She said, frowning.
I laughed and shrugged, leaning back on the chair and taking out my phone. I scrolled down twitter for a while until two stylists came up, motioning for us to go and take our seats. I nudge Claire and we both head over to opposite sides of the room.
"So eh, what would you like me to do here sir?" The guy asks.
"I just want a trim and a fix up on the sides." I say, as he nods.
He starts to style and cut my hair, spraying some weird stuff into it. I keep looking through my twitter to see some posts from people I follow about Selena.
"@IdkJustin: Can't believe Selena dissed Claire like that! @justinbieber watch out!"
"@Juz10luvr: Selena really did not just go there you have got to be kidding me #WatchoutClaire"
"@Belieber_: I'm on team Justaire no doubt about it!"
I sigh and lock my phone, I don't even want to know what she did. Besides, I don't want Claire finding out about anything. Hopefully she wont, tonight's going to be great. After a while, the hairdresser finished the last curl in her hair. I get up and pay the lady at the front desk and leave a good tip. I check the clock to see that it's 5.
"We have to be there by 7 for the red carpet so how about we go pick up our outfits from the dry cleaners?" I ask her.
"Alright then, that's fine." She says.
I start the car and drive quickly to the cleaners. We had about a 20 minute drive to the arena so we'd have to be ready and out by 6:30. After a bunch of sharp turns and speed bumps we get there. I tell her to wait there and I walk inside and head to the desk.
"Uh a tux and a gown for Bieber." I say.
She nods, "Alright hold on." She said, looking over my receipt.

She left and came back with everything, I grabbed it and paid the rest I had left. I thank her and walk back to the car, placing the clothes in the back seat.
"I'm so excited," She said, stroking her hair.
"Yeah, so am I." I say, backing out of the parking lot.
"I'm nervous for the red carpet though, I'm gonna look so confused." She said, laughing.
"All you have to do is, walk right through. Look at all of the cameras, and smile. If they ask you for a shot alone just walk over and pose, that's it. Just stick close I'm sure you'll do great." I say.
She nodded and sighed, "Still can't believe I won this contest." She said.
"Neither can I, it's like I've known you forever." I say.
She chuckled, "Three weeks is totally forever." She says sarcastically.
I pull into the parking lot of my home and we both get out, she grabs all of the clothes and walks inside. I open up the door for her and she walks up the stairs.
"I'm gonna take a quick shower and do my makeup." She said.
I nod and head upstairs behind her, walking into my room. I put the radio up and go into the bathroom, quickly showering and making sure I'm cleaned up well. I get out and walk outside into my room, slipping my suit on. I button up the blazer and head into the mirror, fixing up my hair a bit with my hand. I slip the tie around my neck and put my watch on. I grab my phone and walk out of the door and down the hall to Claire's and knock.
"You done? It's 6:30!" I say.
"Yeah, let me just grab my clutch and my phone." She said.
I wait there for a few minutes until she walks out, and oh man she looks great.
"You look uh, great!" I say nervously.
She frowns, "I'm not sure if you're trying to mess with me or compliment me." She said laughing.
I chuckle and she follows me down the stairs and look outside to see that Martin is their with the other car. I signal her over and we walk outside. I lock the door and guide her into the car, and closing the door.
"Hey Martin!" She said.
"Claire, nice to see you. You look nice." He said, half-smiling.
"Thanks." She said, eagerly.
"Hey Martin, what's up?" I ask.
"Ah nothing, just here at your service as always." He says with a smile.
Martin was always really nice to me, he's such a good guy. I don't know how he can tolerate two teens telling him where to drive but I actually think he likes it. I just return the smile and look out the window the entire ride. The car comes to a halt and I look out of the window at all of the paparazzi and flashing lights.
"You coming?" Justin says, as he stands outside by the door.
I gulp and walk out, he walks me through a crowd then down to the carpet.

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