The next morning, I woke up to a text from Justin. It read, “Good morning Pretty Girl, hope everything went okay at home”. I dismissed it and continued on with my regular morning routine. I showered, got dressed, did my makeup, attempted to fix my hair, and went downstairs to make breakfast. To my surprise, my sister had already begun to cook.
“Good morning!” she said cheerfully.
“Good morning. What's the occasion that you're making breakfast?”
“I just felt like it. I woke up in a good mood.”
“Okay, okay. I'm lying. I'm excited!”
“I scored us front row tickets to see Justin Bieber in Pasadena next Saturday!” If only she knew about my encounter with him.
“That's cool. Are you sure you want to go with me though? Why don't you take your best friend?”
“Because I wanted to take you. Is that so bad?”
“Not at all.”
“You don't seem excited,” she asked with disappointment in her face. Even though my sister was nineteen years old, her sad face was that of a child’s. Truth be told, I didn't want to go to the concert.
“I'm sorry. I'm really happy you were able to get the tickets. My mind is just racing in thought. Nothing new.”
“What's on your mind?” I shook my head slightly and shrugged.
“I just have a weird feeling that something's going to change soon and I'm afraid to know what it is.”
“Maybe you'll finally get to start modeling as a job.”
“I can only hope. If not that then at least a job that shows I got my degree. I'm tired of working at Forever 21.”
“But the cute clothes!”
“But the struggle to pay bills and save money working a job that only pays me twelve dollars an hour!”
“Well, you're not alone. I work too, you know.”
“I know. Your lifeguarding helps. But you can't deny that it sucks not being able to have money handy to freely go on adventures or shop, maybe take a trip.”
“Agreed. One would think that living in Calabasas means we have money.”
“Nope. Mom and dad are just very generous.”
“Look, don't stress it, okay? We make ends meet, we always have food to eat, and we do have our fun. Our life isn't bad. With that being said, concert tickets. I bought them from my friend for so cheap and they're so close to him! Can you imagine him being so close in front of you?”
“Not at all.” It was actually a bit nerve-wracking.
“Well you're going to find out.”
“Get excited! We're seeing Justin Bieber!” I laughed at her excitement.
During the nighttime, I had been watching the movie The Last Song on my TV in the most relaxed position on my bed that I could find. My phone dinged for the first time in hours. It was Justin again. This time, his message read, “going for a walk?” Yet again, I had no intention of replying to his message. But after another thirty minutes had passed by without a response, he called. I groaned and let the phone ring for a second before I picked up the phone.
“Yes, Justin?” I answered.
“You are quite the challenge to get a hold of, Pretty Girl.”
“I would've thought you'd gotten the hint I wanted to leave our encounter as just that, an encounter. I don't want you causing any trouble for me,” I said roughly. “And I thought you said you'd stop calling me that once I told you my name,” I said in an attempt to not sound so mean. He chuckled.
“I never agreed to that. And I promise I won't get you into any trouble. I was being honest when I said I wanted to be your friend.”
“Why do you want to be my friend so bad?”
“You don't treat me differently because of who I am. It took me an entire day just to contact you and get a reply for crying out loud. I don't have many genuine, non-celebrity friends. I'd love the change.”
“Fine. On the condition of no trouble.”
“I already promised.”
“Then you have a new friend.” He laughed.
“How about a walk?”
“I'm not up for it tonight.”
“To be very honest with you, I am in the most comfortable position on my bed and I don't want to get up.”
“How about a drive? You don't have to do anything but sit beside me.”
“That entails me getting out of bed like I previously mentioned I did not want to do.”
“Come on lazy bones.”
“I'll get up on one condition.”
“And that is?”
“We get food.”
“Is that really all it takes to get you outside?”
“I never have a problem going on an adventure. Tonight is a rare occurrence.”
“Well, get ready to go out. Text me your address and I'll get there as soon as possible.”
“You got it. See you soon.”
“See you soon,” he said with a smile in his voice. I hung up, tossed my phone on my bed, and got up to look into my closet.
I decided to dress comfortably. I wasn't trying to impress Justin with what I wore or draw attention to myself, not that I had a body to show off regardless. I wore a pair of high-waisted black shorts, a loose white, deep V-neck that revealed my black lace bralette tucked into the shorts, my short black leather boots, and a long, loose white cardigan since it was often breezy at this time of night despite the fact it was summertime. I kept my makeup simple but wore a bold red lip. I fluffed up my loose, black waves and just as I grabbed my small bag, my phone dinged. Justin had told me he parked outside my house.
As I made my way downstairs, I bumped into Chelsea in the kitchen.
“Where are you going? You look too cute.” I laughed.
“I'm wearing something pretty regular.”
“It's passed midnight.”
“It's also Saturday night. Go to bed,” I said with a laugh.
“How are you sending me to bed when you're going out? What if I wanna go out?”
“Then go out, but don't hold me up.” I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and started to head toward to the door.
“You're meeting a guy, aren't you?” Chelsea said as she chased after me.
“He's just a friend,” I replied. I closed the door behind me and ran to the car before my sister could ask me more questions.
As promised, Justin’s car had been waiting outside. He knew better than to roll the window down and I couldn't be more thankful for that. When I got inside and took my seat, he locked the doors before I could even buckle my seatbelt.
“I'm kidnapping you. You're mine now,” he said with a smirk.
“I thought you promised me no trouble?” He sighed.
“You got me. I'm not kidnapping you. But if you're going to ride around with me, I'm going to have to keep you safe. Is that cool?” I grinned.
“That's okay. So, where to?”
“You tell me. You're the one that wants to get food.”
“Start driving. I'll figure it out en route. My sister gave me the third degree on my way out and I know her. She's staring out the window waiting to see who my ‘just a friend’ is.”
“Is she a fan?”
“Two peas in a pod.”
“Who said I was a fan of yours?”
“You did, last night when you told me my music makes you happy. If my music makes you happy then essentially that means you like it and if you like it then you're a fan.”
“I can't fight that.”
“You're a pretty weird fan, you know that?”
“How do you figure?”
“I don't think I've ever met a fan to wants to steer clear of me so bad to avoid trouble. I'd figure a fan would want to befriend me.”
“It's not so much that I haven't wanted to befriend you. I mean, come on. I froze when I first saw your face yesterday.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don't want my face popping up in the media with allegations of a scandal or being the reason you start to lose focus on your work.”
“So you have faith that I’d be that interested in you to the point where I'd lose focus of my work?” I laughed.
“Why do you always turn what I say around into something like that?” He laughed in return.
“Because it almost sounds like you're afraid I'm going to fall in love with you or something.”
“This is not a movie. I know better than that.”
“Now, if you have those qualities that would make me fall in love with you, then we have a problem.”
“Do I have any?” He glanced over at me while driving.
“Slow down there Cupid, I've only known you for a day.”
“You're so annoying. This makes me not want to be your friend.”
“Is that so?” he asked, smirking at me at a red light.
“Why do you look at me like that?”
“Like that! With those eyes and… and that smirk!”
“You sound a little nervous.”
“I'm not. I'm fine.”
“Are you sure? You’re acting like a thirteen-year-old with a crush on Justin Bieber.”
“You put up a cute front, but I do see right through you. You’re trying really hard to not act like a fan. You can. It’s okay,” he said with a chuckle.
“Justin, I like you less and less the more time I spend with you,” I said with that same chuckle.
“I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it slide. And now you need to decide what you want to eat.”
“Well that was quick. I’ve never met a girl that can decide what she wants to eat that quickly.”
“I’m not a difficult girl.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Would it be such a terrible thing that Justin Bieber is flirting with you?”
“Let me guess, because I have a girlfriend.”
“Do you even care about her?”
“Why would you ask me that again?”
“Because I’m getting this feeling that you’re trying to get me to figure something out about you two.” He shrugged.
“Don’t overthink it. Anyway, burgers and fries? Then we’ll drive to a spot I like to go to.”
“That’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.”
“I just learned something new about you. That’s the goal of this adventure.” He looked over at me real quick and smiled.
I wasn’t going to deny that my heart melted just by being in close proximity to him, or that I was enjoying his effort to befriend me. But part of me still felt hesitation in doing so and I didn’t know why.
We had been parked at a secluded spot away from all contact for about three hours. At that point, it was about four in the morning. Not one bit were either of us tired.
“I did not realize this much time had passed. I should probably get you home,” said Justin. I sighed.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Was that what I thought it was?”
“A sigh of disappointment?” I blushed, smiled, and looked out the window.
“It was. I can’t lie. I’ve had fun. I don’t do this kind of thing. I haven’t had good enough company to do so up until you.”
“Oh my god. You’re being sweet. I must be in the twilight zone.” I giggled.
“I’m actually such a sweetheart. I just haven’t showed you that side of me yet. Not until now, anyway.”
“I like sweetheart Chanel. I hope I see her more often.” We made eye contact when he smiled at me and I couldn’t help but shift nervously in my seat.
“We should go.”
The drive back seemed to go by fast, though that might have been because I fell asleep. Justin woke me up by shaking my knee gently.
“You’re home,” he said. I yawned before fixing my cardigan and blinking a few times to clear my vision. When I looked over at Justin, he’d been staring at me with a grin.
“Why are you grinning at me?”
“Because you’re adorable.” I rolled my eyes, but grinned back.
“I wish I didn’t have to go. I must admit, you’re a great person to hang out with.”
“So let’s hang out again tonight. I’ll pick you up whenever you’re in the mood to see me again and we’ll come back to my place this time.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“Cool. Thank you for coming out with me tonight. I had fun.”
“You are very welcome.” Just as I had begun to open the car door, he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back.
“Can I just ask of one more thing from you?”
“What is it?”
“Don’t make it a mission for me to get in contact with you.” I chuckled.
“Fine. But don’t blow up my phone if I don’t answer right away.”
“Deal. I’ll see you tonight Pretty Girl. Get some sleep.”
Justin had made it a habit to not drive away until I was inside my house, which I had been standing in front of. For the first time since we’d met, I hesitated to part ways with him.