Teenage Dream { Justin Bieber Story }

Chapter 1

Some could say I've had a pretty rough life.

What with my parents dying when I was eight. Or you could consider when my sister's fiance, Quentin, died in Iraq; two weeks before they were supposed to get married. Or you could use the most recent turn of events. My sister, Grace, who died from Lupus two weeks ago.

Though, some could argue that despite those unlucky moments, my life is pretty great.

Then again, they would probably only say that because I'm Tyler Aspen's best friend.

We met when we were two, obviously through our parents, so being friends with him has always felt like any other close friendship.

Now that I have no blood relatives, Pattie, Tyler, and Tyler's whole crew are the only family I have.

Tyler had just started his first tour and I was traveling with him but I came home when Grace was rushed to the hospital with kidney failure. Pattie flew out with me as soon as we got the news that she wasn't going to make it.

The funeral is two days away and Tyler is coming tonight so he can go. I tried to convince him to stay where he was so he wouldn't miss a show but then I realized I wouldn't be just trying to convince him, I would be trying to convince half of the tour crew as well.

Right now I'm doing exactly what I've been doing for the past two weeks.

Anything to keep my mind off of the funeral.

If Pattie wasn't here to arrange everything, I don't think I'd be able to do it.

I walk in the front door of Pattie's house after I finished my morning run, a new daily ritual, to hear her talking to people in the kitchen. I decided to see who she was talking to and grab a bottle of water.

I maneuver my way through the family room, into the kitchen to be met by a room full of familiar faces.

"Hey there kiddo, how ya been?" Brandon asks with a sad smile, as he opens his arms for a hug.

"I'm... okay, I guess," I respond.

As soon as I leave his arms Andrew, Trae, and Riley engulf me in a group hug.

I chuckle at their silent greeting, "Hey guys, what's up?"

After they all let go, Riley answers, "Oh you know, same ol' same ol'."

As I'm about to open the fridge to grab a water, Andrew pulls me into another hug, this time just me and him.

"Not to bring down the mood, but I'm sorry about Grace, Lia," he says just loud enough for me to hear. "She was a great girl, and I know it's hard, but at least now she's with Quentin and your parents again."

It's nice to hear this, especially from Andrew. Quentin was Andrew's younger brother, so I know he knows what I'm going through now, because I watched him go through the same thing just a little over a year ago.

I pull away and let out a soft, but genuine thank you.

I didn't even realise I was tearing up until Mary swatted at Andrew and went in to hug me, "Andrew, we're supposed to be cheering her up. Not making her cry!"

She unwraps her arms from my body and instead places both hands on my cheeks. "Don't mind him hon, he's still half asleep from the flight," she adds with a sweet smile.

I laugh along with everybody when a question pops in my head, "Oh yeah, when did you guys get in? I thought you were coming in tonight?"

"So did we," Trae says, then shares a knowing look with the rest of the room. I look at them all with a puzzled look on my face.