We had been rehearsing for several hours and my legs were getting numb and my voice was starting to strain from all the singing and shouting at the dancers.
"Okay, take ten, everyone," I said as I walked towards Ryan and Chaz. They both looked extremely bored.
Chaz looked up from his phone. "You guys are looking good. When did you write all the new songs?"
"I wrote them on my days off. I showed them to Scoot and he liked them, so we decided to use those songs." I flopped down next to them on the floor. Our first show is in like three weeks. We still need practice, but we're getting there.
Scooter walked over and talked to a couple of the dancers. Then, he walked towards me. Was he going to yell at me?
"So Bieber," he started. "You guys are looking good." He smiled. Thank god. "We just have one problem."
I could feel my face drop. If Ryan and Chaz weren't paying attention, they were now. "And that is?" I asked slowly.
"Well, we need an opening act for you," he said leaning down to my level on the floor. "More people usually come if there are more than one performers."
"Oh, well how are we going to find one before next Friday?" I questioned. "Scooter, it's coming up fast! We're never going to find someone really good in that short of time who has a performance ready. All the good singers are probably already busy. Why didn't you think of this sooner?"
"I mean, Ryan and I can on and do a puppet show or something," Chaz joked.
"I'm sorry, I have a lot on my plate right now. We can just hold auditions next week or something. We need to make flyers and let people now. For the first show, at least, the opening act will just have to be an amateur. We can find someone more professional after that. We'll be the judges and you can decide who you wan to perform, deal?" Scooter put his hand out for me to shake like it was an actual deal. I shook it firmly and stood up.
"Guys, I want flyers made by everyone of you and I'll pick the best one! Stat!" I yelled at everyone. They just looked at me like I was stupid and then burst into laughter. I tried to hide my smile. "Come on, I'm serious! Get your lazy asses to work," I snapped my fingers. "Chop, chop."
"Shut up Bieber," one of my dancers laughed. I just shook my head.
"I'll go make the flyers and then you, Ryan, and Chaz can go hang them around town." Scooter said, walking into his office.
"Okay, guys we'll go through one more song and then you can all go home," I said.
Once we were finished, I walked over to get a drink, telling everyone 'good job' and 'bye'. Ryan and Chaz got up, happy we were finally leaving.
"I told you guys you didn't have to come to rehearsals if you didn't want to."
"Yeah, well there is nothing to do, so we come. Plus it's cool to watch you practice; you get so into it," Chaz laughed.
"Well, there is something we can do tomorrow," Ryan said, trailing off. "I met this girl at the mall when Fredo and I went to get him those shoes."
"Oh yeah, where is Fredo?" I asked
"He said he was going to see an old friend, remember?" Ryan asked. I nodded my head in return. "Anyway, as I was saying, this girl hung out with us for awhile. She was pretty hot." Chaz high-fived him. "She asked if we wanted to go to a party Friday night. She said it was going to be mostly kids our age. She also said we could bring friends."
"Dude, that's a terrible idea," I said. "Did you forget I'm THE Justin Bieber?"
"No one is going to care, man. Everyone's going to be partying."
"Okay, we'll go because I want to do something fun before all of this starts, but if I get attacked, I will personally kill you," I smiled.
We started to walk out the doors when Scooter stopped us. "Wait, boys, did you forget? You're up for hanging duty!"
"Shit," I muttered at the same time Chaz mumbled 'god damn it'. We grabbed the papers, tape, and staples and headed for the streets.
We just got done with rehearsals and the party starts in about in an hour and a half. I have to get back to the hotel and get ready.
When I walked in, Ryan, Chaz, and Fredo were all getting ready. "I'm getting in the shower!" I yelled. Once I was done, I got dressed and spiked my hair.
I walked out of the bathroom and saw all the guys waiting for me. "The party starts in ten minutes, and it's about a twenty minute walk, so if we leave now, we wont be the first there. I figured we would walk, so we don't have to worry about our cars." Ryan said.
"Or we could take my limo, and not have to worry about walking," I laughed. The others nodded their heads in agreement.
"Okay, then we will leave in about five minutes, we don't want to be first, it might be awkward."
We got on our phones while we waited for my bodyguards and the limo driver to come. I hadn't been out much since we've been here, and I sure as hell haven't taken the limo yet. No one knows where I am and hopefully it stays that way. Eventually my fans will find my hotel, but I'm hoping they don't find me tonight. I got a text from the driver.
"He's here. Leggo," I laughed as we headed for the stairs.
"Hey Ty," I said wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. We had decided to meet at the mall. He turned around and smiled at me.
"Hey babe," he breathed. I could tell he had been drinking; he reeked of smoke and alcohol.
"So, what are the plans for tonight?" I asked. I knew he wouldn't want to go on a real date. We'll probably get stuck at home again playing video games. We never did anything special.
"Tyler!" One of his friends, Conner, yelled. "You going to that party tonight?"
"I'm pretty sure we are," Tyler said nodding towards me. Oh, great, another party with his stupid friends. "Babe, I picked out an outfit for you to wear tonight," He said waving a bag in the air.
"Oh really," I started. "So you just knew I would go with you?" I smirked.
"Well, of course. You would do anything for me," he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. "Now come on, lets get the rest of your shopping done."
I grabbed his hand as I pulled him along with me.
I just got home from the mall. I threw my bags on my bedroom floor. I'll put them away tomorrow. I needed to get ready for this party. I still haven't looked at the outfit Tyler picked out for me yet.
The party starts in two hours. I hopped in the shower and shaved my legs, knowing the outfit would probably be a tight, short skirt.
When I got out, I finally opened the bag, and to my surprise, it was actually really cute and not bad for him choosing it.
I straightened my hair and put the outfit on. It fit perfectly. I did my makeup, then flopped down on my bed to wait for Tyler.
I heard a knock at the door and jumped up. I ran to it, well the best I could, considering I was wearing heels. Tyler was leaning up against the door frame, looking rather sexy.
"Damn babe," he said, biting his lip.
"You like?" I winked and spun around.
"I do, but I would like it better on the floor," his eyes roaming up and down my body. I shoved him slightly, smiling. That's my boyfriend for ya. "You ready?"
"Yeah, let me just grab my phone," I said. As I turned around, Tyler smacked my ass. I looked over my shoulder at him and rolled my eyes.
We finally arrived at the party. We walked in, Tyler's arm around my waist. Tyler pulled me over to some of his friends. I stood there for awhile, feeling uncomfortable.
"I'm going to get something to drink and maybe talk to Ashley," I said to Ty.
"Okay, be quick and don't talk to any other guys," he replied pulling me into a kiss. He tried to deepen it, but I softly pushed him back. He looked kind of angry at me, but whatever. I walked towards the kitchen. We have been here plenty of times for parties, so I knew the host pretty well; he was one of Tyler's friends.
Everyone was grinding on each other and it was a sweaty mess. It was hard to get through everyone, but I eventually found myself in the kitchen.
Ryan and Fredo were both grinding on girls in the middle with everyone else. I have no clue where Chaz went, so I'm walking around trying to find some decent enough to talk to. I pushed through into the kitchen. I grabbed a drink and chugged it. I turned around and ran into someone. She fell to her ass.
"Oh god, sorry," I reached my hand out to help her.
"What the hell? Can you not see? Fuck off."
"Okay, that was your fault for standing right behind me, but like I said, sorry," I laughed. She looked up and made eye contact with me. God she has beautiful eyes.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have yelled at you like that," she said quickly. What? One minute she was yelling at me and the next she's apologizing. Oh, it's because she finally realized who I am. I grabbed her hand and helped her up.
"Hey, it's okay. I would've told me to fuck off too," I laughed. "I'm Justin," I said. I knew she already knows who I am, but I wanted to know her name.
"I know who you are. I'm Brooklyn," she smiled.
"I'm sorry for making you fall on your ass. It's not usually how I impress a girl," I smiled my award winning smile that no one can resist.
"It's fine, like you said, it was my fault," Brooklyn said.
"So uhm, yeah, well catch you later," I said, turning around. I didn't want to leave her, but my mom told me that if a girl was interested in you, she'd stop you from leaving. I hoped she did.
"Wait, Justin," she spoke up. Yes! I turned around smoothly. "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out for awhile, I mean, if you don't have to go anywhere."
"I would love to," I said, grabbing two drinks. We walked over to a counter and just talked for awhile. She was leaning against the counter and I was leaning sideways against it, our faces close together.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Some boy hissed walking up to us. His eyes were glazed over.
"Just talking, Ty," Brooklyn answered. She looked scared.
"I told you not to talk to any boys. Why didn't you listen to me? What the fuck are you doing with him?" The guy, Ty I guess, said. "I asked you a question," he screamed.
"We were just talking Tyler. Nothing else. Everyone else is either drunk or high, I just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone."
"I doubt it, you little slut. Are you going to hookup with him too? Is he another one of your one night stands?" I could see Brooklyn crying. I didn't know what to do. I should be sticking up for her, but I'm sitting here with this stupid expression on my face. "Answer me!" He slapped her across the face, leaving a red hand print on her cheek.
I couldn't take it anymore, I lost it. "Don't you ever fucking touch her again!" I screamed at him.
"And who the fuck are yo.." Before he could say anything else, I punched him square in the face. I grabbed Brooklyn and led her out of the house before it got too serious. She was sobbing hard now.
"Shh, it's okay," I comforted her. "He won't ever touch you again."
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Hello people! :) so this chapter is a LOT longer than the other two and a LOT more eventful! I hope you all loved it! I really enjoyed writing this one! So Justin and Brooklyn finally meet! Yay! Brooklyn looks like Ariana Grande, hence the cover picture. I think she is absolutely stunning. And, I really like the outfit Justin is wearing in the picture. He looks hot, well he always does, but yeah.. Well, I'll stop rambling now. Thanks for reading! Remember to favorite, like, and comment!
Also, go check out my co-author of 'Never Alone' Princesa Bonita's stories. They are great!