I sat down on the couch, Justin sitting beside me. He doesn't have to perform until after the ball drop, but all performers are required to be in Time Square at seven. So we'll be here socializing with other people while we wait for Justin to go on. This will be the second time seeing him perform and my first time brewing in New York for New Year's. My mom's here, too, so that's what makes it better.
Scooter walked into the room, stopping when he saw me. I bit my lip, looking down at the floor.
Scooter: Why is she here?
Justin protectively wrapped his arms around my waist.
Justin: *whispering*I got this.
He kissed my cheek then looked at Scooter.
Justin: I brought her here.
Justin: Because I wanted to.
Scooter shook his head, turning to walk away.
Scooter: Just don't do anything stupid.
He put so much emphasis on the last word I tensed up. Once Scooter was out of earshot and we could no longer see him, Justin wrapped his arms around me.
Justin: You okay, baby?
Me: He still doesn't approve of me.
I looked at him.
Me: I can see it in his eyes, Justin. He hates me.
Justin: That's not true. He doesn't understand.
My eyes landed on the floor.
Me: Let's face it, Justin. No one appreciates me.
Justin: Look at me.
I looked into his dreamy brown eyes.
Justin: I appreciate you. You mean the world to me. Yes, I have a career and my manager wants to save my reputation, but that won't stop me from loving you.
I got up from the couch, standing right in front of him.
Me: Is that why Scooter doesn't want us together? Because I'll ruin your reputation as an international superstar?
I could feel tears filling my eyes just thinking about it. He got up from the couch, pulling me into a hug.
Justin: You won't ruin my reputation, baby girl. Just because you're not famous doesn't mean anything.
I looked into his eyes.
Justin: I love you and that's all that matters.
I gave a small smile as his hands cupped my cheeks.
Justin: Nothing will separate us. I promise.
He brought his lips down to mine, making me smiled into the kiss. Maybe he's right.
It's two minutes until midnight. This night has gone by so fast. Dawn met everyone here tonight, including Ryan Seacrest. Almost everyone knows she's my girlfriend. I say 'almost' because the other six to seven billion people in the world don't know and neither does Scooter. Honestly, I'm afraid of what he'll say. I don't want him to separate us by making me work twice as hard on my next album so I never get to see her beautiful face.
The clock just turned 11:59 and the ball drop has begin. Dawn and I are outside, leaning against the wall. Everyone's too busy screaming to notice us. Good thing, too. My hands were wrapped around her waist as hers are around my neck, our noses lightly touching.
Dawn: I'm so glad we didn't stay friends.
I furrowed my eyebrows, the let out a nervous chuckle.
Me: Why do you say that?
Dawn: Cause I'd hurt every day just seeing you with another.
I could see sparks of pain in her eyes.
Me: Babe, you're the only girl I want.
I put a hand on her cheek, caressing it softly.
Me: If I was with another girl, it would feel wrong and I'd probably cheat on that girl just to be with you.
She playfully pushed me, her hand over my heart.
Dawn: You wouldn't!
Me: For you, I'd do anything.
She rolled her eyes. I looked at the dropping ball, seeing only twenty seconds left. I looked back at Dawn.
Dawn: This has been the best winter vacation ever.
Me: Trust me, baby, it's only the beginning.
Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five... I slowly began to lean in. Four...three...two... I stopped right in front of her lips and smirked. One... My lips finally met hers, the craving for them disappearing.
His lips met mine, making me smile. It felt like my first kiss with him all over again. Soft, yet passionate; gentle, yet exhilarating. My arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss grew more passionate. I felt his hands under my thighs, lifting me up. My legs were wrapped around his waist as the kiss now became full of lust. I pulled away before things could get put of hand. He pecked my nose, resting his forehead against mine as we both breathed heavily.
Justin: How was that for your first New Year's kiss?
Me: Like our first kiss all over again.
He smiled, pecking my lips gently as he lowered me down.
Justin: Happy 2012, baby.
Me: Right back at you.
He smiled, pulling me close.
Me: Go get prepared to perform.
He kissed me gently, pulling away.
Justin: We'll go back to the rental afterwards.
Me: Good luck.
Justin: Don't need it. You're here.
Me: Alright, lover boy. Now go before you're in trouble.
He nodded, walking away. I sighed. I love him so much. I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned around, seeing Scooter standing there. I automatically froze in place.
Scooter: I knew there was a reason why he was becoming so defensive.
Oh, God. He caught us kissing.
Me: Scooter, let me explain.
Scooter: No need. You two are together and refused to tell me because he wanted you by his side ever since you two left.
My mouth slightly gaped open. How did he know all of this? He let out a sigh.
Scooter: Look, I noticed how you've kept him in line all day with rehearsals, some interviews, and now his performance for tonight. Jeremy even told me you took his phone away at dinner time and pulled his pants up when he refused to do so.
I chuckled at the memory.
Scooter: None of his past girlfriends have done that and it resulted in him acting crazy most of the time. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is I'm accepting this relationship.
My eyes grew wide. Is he serious?
Me: Are you serious?
Scooter: Absolutely. I'm just gonna have to get to know you more while Justin's recording in Miami.
Scooter: There is a problem, though.
My smile fell once he said that.
Me: What's that?
Scooter: The press still think he's with Selena.
I rolled my eyes. Of course.
Scooter: And we can't have "rumors" being spread about you two if he's still "dating" Selena.
Me: We talked about that. He told me in his next interview that he was gonna tell the truth. Not about us, but about him and Selena.
Scooter: Good. Justin's about to go on, so we best get inside and watch, since this is the time when everyone leaves to go back home. It gets pretty hectic out here.
Me: So I've heard.
Scooter: Come on.
I followed him inside the building. I now feel like a part of Team Bieber.