Sparks || J.B.

"And there was this girl. Beautiful, militant, strong. I fell in love without noticing, it was incredible. We both knew that we hadn't a lot of time. There were problems and there are still problems, but I'll always fight for her. I promise." - Justin Bieber, Superstar

| Book One of Justin's and Melody's love story |

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1. The One

Justin

 

I sat jittery on a chair in a white room. In front of me stood a table with a vase of flowers on it and a bag, in which were gifts.

I waited until it was finally time. Then the biggest dream of a girl would come true: a Meet and Greet with Justin Bieber... I had heard that it was so great for my fans to meet and get to know me. I couldn't understand why they were so mad when they met me, just a little boy from Canada. I didn't understand it at my first concert and I haven't understood it until today.

Anyway, I was sitting in this room which reminded me more and more of a prison cell.

Now there was a knock at the door.

I jumped from my chair, noticed my sweaty hands and wiped them on my pants quickly. The door opened and the time went by in seconds.

I saw a girl. Medium in size. Short, curly blonde hair. Little blue eyes. Bright smile. White teeth.

And I felt... nothing.

I was slightly disappointed, but didn't let her notice it and also put on a beaming smile.

"Hey, I'm Justin," I greeted her and held out my hand. "And who are you?"

"Hello," the girl stuttered slightly. She took my hand, shook it and said, "I- I'm Miranda."

I smiled at her, took her lightly in the arm and said, "Nice to meet you, Miranda."

She returned the hug and we sat down on a sofa.

Since I hated silence, I tried to do small talk and asked, "Do you live around here?"

Miranda only replied excitedly, "Yeah, about five minutes away from here," and then said quietly, "I've always wanted to meet you."

"Really?" I asked and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.

"Yeah," she replied, laughing nervously. "Do you think... we could... take a picture together? Only if you want," she said, reaching into her bag.

I smiled at her and winked when I said "We can make as many as you want."

Instantly Miranda began to shine and took her camera out of her bag.

The time passed quickly and we took a lot of pictures on which we mostly made nonsense. She asked me personal things and told me about fan meetings. Miranda was really funny and we also laughed a lot together, but I knew that it was the first and last time that I had seen her.

When the time was over, Kenny came into the room and said, "Justin, we have to go. Look at your phone."

I did what he told me and was surprised at how much time had passed.

"Shit," I said, turning quickly to Miranda. "I'm sorry, I have to go now. But I've brought a couple gifts so you won't forget this day."

Miranda hurried back to smile and said "I won't forget this day anyway."

I smiled at her and grabbed the bag with which I had entered the room. I took out a few things and counted them on.

"A T-shirt... an autograph card... a towel... a bracelet..." I said, put the things back in the bag and gave it to her. "And that was of course not everything," I said and winked at her.

Miranda took the bag, blushed slightly and then smiled broadly.

"Thank you, Justin. For everything," she said, and I took her in my arm.

"No, thank you," I said, and let her go again.

Miranda continued to smile and then walked to the door, where a security guard was waiting for her.

She stopped short, waved and said "Bye, Justin" and left.

The man closed the door from the outside and I sat down on the sofa again.

"And?" Kenny asked expectantly.

I sighed, shook my head and said, "Nothing. But she's a great girl."

"Yeah. Although. Hm. I can't say things like this as an old man," said Kenny, laughing, and added, with another glance at the clock, "Come on. We have to go."

Too bad that Miranda wasn't her. I have such a crazy theory that somewhere in the world there is a special someone that brings out the best in you.

The One.

Of course I loved Selena. But I doubted that she was the person I was looking for. Why? I couldn't tell. I just felt it. 

I hoped with every girl I met, she could be the girl with whom I was to spend the rest of my life... I was only seventeen and probably a lot of people would say that I'm insane, but why should I continue spending my time on unnecessary Dates, if I had could be long ago happy with the love of my life?

God. I sounded really bad. Chaz probably was right when he called me a girl.

In the car we listened to soft music, when my cell phone rang. I looked in my pockets and my jacket, but couldn't find it.

"Damn it! Where is it?" I got upset and Kenny just laughed. 

"Stop laughing!," I snapped at him and finally found it. "Mom" I read on the screen, so I replied it with a "Hello?"

"Justin, I almost hung up again. Where are you? Is Kenny with you?" my mom Pattie asked stressed.

I looked out the window and tried to recognize road signs, while I said "Yeah, sorry. Kenny is here, and yeah, he protects me dazzling like always."

Kenny laughed and tried to beat the phone out of my hand, while I avoided him and stuck my tongue out.

"And we are, um, at Marple Street. Two blocks away from the hotel," I said, when I finally discovered a shield.

Directly my mom said "Okay. Then turn around. Immediately."

Confused, I stared out the window for a moment then said "What?"

"Drive for a few hours somewhere else. In front of the hotel are lots of your fans! They must have found somewhere that you do at the hotel a stopover," she said and I could hear in the background a skewed version of my hit "One Time", which made me laugh.

"Okay, got it. Send me a message, when it's over," I finally said and told Kenny to continue driving.

"Okay. Take care of yourself, honey. I love you," said Mom and I had to smile.

"As always," I said, and added more quietly, "I love you too, Mom" ​​and hung up.

Kenny laughed at me again, and then asked, but more serious this time, "What's wrong?"

I briefly explained the situation to him and he asked me where I wanted to go.

"It's so early, there'll be no one in the stores. I still want to buy a souvenir for Selena and a new cap. And perhaps that's possible without getting much attention."

"Maybe like a mall?" he asked and I nodded.

"Yes! Shopping," said Kenny, laughing and turned the car around.

 

Half an hour later we were in a mall.

I had purchased for Selena bracelets and a gold chain, which had a heart pendant decorated with rhinestone, and looked in a clothing store for a few things that I wanted to buy for me.

"Okay, I got everything. How about you, Kenny?" I asked, looking up. But Kenny was nowhere to be seen. I looked around, but found him nowhere.

I sighed and ran in the direction of men's underwear, as I noticed three girls who stood a few feet away and stared at me.

Oh shit! Hopefully they didn't recognize me!

With bowed head and quick steps I entered the department and could only wonder.

It was still so early, so what were the girls doing here? And above all, what were they doing in the men's department?

I hid behind a shelf, from which I could see and hear the girls. With careful steps they came closer and a girl with red hair looked around quizzically and asked, "Do you really think Megan?"

Megan, a girl with dark brown hair, said "I am absolutely sure, Kristin! I would recognize him" - she nodded in my direction – "everywhere..."

The third girl sighed and brushed back her long, light brown hair.

"Guys!," she said, annoyed and rolled her eyes. "Can't you ever think of someone else? Maybe someone real?" she asked and stopped.

Megan, the girl with dark brown hair turned to her and said, "I will in any case go and look after him. Come on, Kristin," and pulled Kristin behind her. With a sour look forward she said, "You have no idea, Lauren!"

Lauren rolled her eyes and followed them eventually.

I quickly looked around. Where was Kenny when you needed him?! I looked back at the girls who had almost reached the shelf. I threw down a pair of pants and acted as if it would happen to me accidentally and picked it up again.

"Ex- excuse me... you're not... Justin Bieber, are you?" asked Kristin and looked at me questioningly, while Megan feverishly only threw looks at me and then looked at Kristin and Lauren again.

"I am, but psst," I said and put my left index finger to my lips, "this must remain our secret."

I smiled at them, while they just stared at me.

"Oh my God," whispered Lauren and Megan said, "Wow."

Kristin was the one that asked for an autograph. I smiled and nodded and they all rummaged in their pockets to find a pen and a pad. Lauren took this as a first and handed it to me. They introduced themselves to me and I wrote short texts and my signature on one of the pages. After all, they still asked for a picture and since I loved my fans, of course I couldn't say no.

"Okay, it's time for me to-," I said slowly, but Megan chattered me purely and simply screamed, "Girls! Immediately come here! You'll never guess with who we are here! Jus-"

Lauren reacted first and laid her hand on Megan's mouth.

"Are you crazy?" she hissed, but it was too late. From far away you could hear girls whispering excitedly and I rolled my eyes.

"Great. That's what I wanted to avoid," I said, and looked around for a place of refuge.

About ten girls turned around a corner and when they saw me, they stopped and then started to scream. Quickly, I gave Lauren her camera and the pen and looked her straight in the eye.

"That's probably my signal," I said and started to run.

I ran through half the shop and always looked back behind me.

All the girls ran after me and shouted my name, which only made more girls noticing me. Again and again I looked around for Kenny, but I couldn't discover him.

Great.

Finally, I saw the changing rooms and ran into one. Out of breath I leaned my elbows on my knees, gasping for air, when suddenly someone slapped me.

Surprised, I looked up and saw a girl who had brandished pepper spray from her purse and looked at me pissed.

"Are you crazy?! Get out!" she ordered, but I could only stare at her.

Incredulous, I whispered, "Lauren?"

 

 

Lauren

 

"Why did you have to call them, huh?" I asked sternly, looking pissed at Megan.

She looked at her shoes and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

Kristin sighed annoyed and said, "You should rather tell Justin!"

Megan said softly, "I just was thinking that the others also would react as relaxed as we did, and only take a few pictures ... I didn't know-"

"You should've thought of it! You're the one that infected them with "Bieberfever"," I cut her off and placed my arms on my hips.

Suddenly Meg jerked her head up and looked at me angrily before she quietly hissed, "You liked it too and you say you're not a fan."

I could feel how the redness shot in my cheeks.

"That's not the point," I said and wanted to steer the conversation back to the original topic.

But Megan got only louder and said, "But still you hold the camera in your hands where Biebs has given it you!"

I looked at my hands and agreed annoyed. "Alright! I guess he's okay." 

"Ha!" Meg said triumphantly and Kristin rolled her eyes.

"We can discuss this later. Let us look out for the girls and help Justin. Then Megan can also apologize," she said and Meg nodded.

Kris was already running in the direction, in which everyone was running, but I was still staring at my hands, there was something I noticed.

"Are you coming, Lauren?" she cried and I narrowed my eyes.

"Yeah, I'll be right there," I cried and raised my hands.

"Where is this note coming from?" I wondered, looking at it more closely. On it was just a little bit written, but there was no hidden message and no... wait a minute. Could it be real? Could this be Justin Bieber's kik name? Perplexed I stared at the piece of paper and could only blink.

Immediately, I put everything down to the note into my pocket and pulled out my phone. There I was looking for the username and found a profile with the image of a smiling Justin. No freaking way.  

I couldn't believe it. That was incredible. And I could share it with anybody.

I tore the piece of paper and put my phone back in my pocket. Then a smile spread on my face and I ran after my friends.

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