Nothing Like Us.

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3. 02.

Four Months Later

(Present Day)


"19 year old popstar, Justin Bieber was spotted with his 15 year old girlfriend, who is still unknown." "First smoking weed, then attacking the paparazzi, and now he's dating a girl who is underage; What is going on Justin?!" "Justin Bieber is loosing fans rapidly due to his new girlfriend. Get it together, Biebs!" It's only been four months, and the media is making a huge fucking deal about Justin and I dating. His parents are fine with it, my dad is fine with it, and his whole crew is perfectly okay with it. Why should they care? I mean, I know that SOME of Justin's fans don't approve of us, which, I totally respect that, but if they were his real fans, they wouldn't care who Justin dated. Whether it was somebody older than him, or in this case, younger than him. If he's happy, that's all that matters. I was sitting there on Justin's couch. I wasn't watching tv, listening to the radio, or even on my laptop. I sighed as I closed my eyes. Why can't my life just be simple? Why do I have to get hated on just because of who I'm dating, or because of my age? Why can't I just be with the person that I love? All of these thoughts went through my head. I try not to think about these kind of things, but sometimes it just gets to me. A raspy, familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hey beautiful, you okay?" I opened my eyes to see Justin. He always knew when I was upset or not feeling good, but he always knows how to make me feel better. "Oh, uh, yeah. I'm perfectly fine." I put on a fake smile and nodded repeatedly. Justin gave me "the look" . I hate when he does that. Stern face. No blinking. It even seemed as if he wasn't breathing. After about a minute of him looking at me, I finally broke the silence. "Okay. I'm not fine. It's just, the media, your fans - they hate me, Justin.. and you know that." I said, looking at Justin. His face soften up a little. "Babygirl, what have I told you? Ignore the media. Ignore my fans. majority of my fans love and adore you. They love seeing us together. Listen, how about we go to the kitchen and get some icecream, sound good?" He smiled slightly as he looked at me. "I don't wanna get up, babe." I started to fake pout. Justin chuckled as he came closer to the couch. "Marie, the kitchen is right there." He pointed to the kitchen, which was about three feet away. "Bitch, do you think I wanna get up?" I said, trying to stay as serious as I can. Justin cover his mouth and gasped. "I am not a bitch. Since you called me that, now you really have to get up." He said as a smirk began to stretch across his face. Out of nowhere, Justin lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled as he spun around. "Justinnnn!" I said as he continued to spin around. "Mhm, say my name, baby." He said as he finally stopped spinning around. I bit my lip as I hit his back. "Put me down, now!" I said. Justin ignored me and walked to the kitchen. He stopped and put me on the counter. He wrapped his arms gently around my waist, and whispered, "I love you, Marie." "I lov-" I was cut off when the doorbell rung. Justin slightly groaned. He unwrapped his arms and walked over to the door. "Who is it?" Justin said. "Open the fucking door maaaan." By the sound of their voice, it was obviously a guy. The guy banged on the door a couple of times. "Who is that?" I mouthed to Justin. "It's Twist." He mouthed back, rolling his eyes. I never really liked Lil Twist.. he's the one who introduced Justin to weed. Twist is always high, and when I say always, I mean ALWAYS. He's always flirting with me, even when Justin is right in front of him. "Great.." I mumbled. Justin finally opened the door, I gasped as they walked through the door.

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