My Best Friend's Brother (Justin Bieber Love Story)

(Rosalie)

I was sitting cross-legged on my best friend Jazmyn's bed as she tried on outfits for this year's formal. I wasn't going because no one asked me and I didn't want to go with anyone. She was showing me all her dresses as she twirls around in front of her mirror.

"Why can't you go with Connor?" she asks, placing her hands on her hips and frowning.

"Because I don't like Connor and if I did, it wouldn't be memorable," I say, leaning against the wall.

"How is that even possible?" she asks, sitting next to me.

"Because if I were to go, I'd want to go with someone I want to go with. Someone really special to me. So it is a night I'll treasure, not pray it was over," I say, shrugging.

"You could go with Jaxon and me," she says, clapping. Jaxon was her brother who was about 3 years younger. Jazmyn didn't trust anyone to go with her because of who she was.

My best friend's brother is the famous and absolutely amazing Justin Bieber. People always ask her for his number and for an autograph. She is fine with it, but doesn't trust anyone. We have been friends since we were two so she trusts me.

"No," I laugh. "Jaxon wouldn't want me to go. He's your date."

"Don't call him my date. It sounds like I like him as a guy, not my brother," she says, sticking out her tongue. I laugh and shake my head.

Jazmyn and I were totally opposites when it comes to appearances. Her hair was a golden brown, almost blond, where my hair was a dark brown. Hers was straight with a slight flip at the bottom and mine fell in perfect ringlets. Her eyes were a chocolatey brown where mine were a dark blue, that sometimes looked brown.

She had rose coloured lips that were perfectly shaped where mine were a little too pink and I thought my bottom lip was too big.

"I liked the red one," I say, pointing to the red dress that was knee-length and from the waist down, it was layered and fluffy.

"You're right. I should wear the red one," she says, slipping out of the black skin-tight dress and getting back into her jean shorts and plaid top.

"Where would you be if we weren't best friends?" I ask.

"I don't know. Probably giving people Bieber's number and totally making his life crap," she jokes. Bieber is her nickname for Justin ever since we were kids.

We laugh and then the door flies open. Jaxon was jumping all over the place.

"Jazzy!" he shouts. "He's here!"

She jumps up and I was looking around, confused. She runs out the door after Jaxon.

"What? Who's here?" I ask.

"Justin!" I hear them cheer. I go down the stairs to see Jaxon and Jazmyn hugging a boy around our age.

He was pretty tall. Justin? I wonder. They let go and I stand there on the stairs. They were talking to him and he looks up at me. Justin meets my gaze and I feel butterflies form in my stomach. He smiles at me and I blush. Then he looks to his brother and sister, walking to the kitchen. I sit down on the stairs. My knees had gotten weak all of a sudden. What is happening to me?

I have liked Justin forever, but never felt like this. I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, pounding in my ears. I rake my hair from my face and lean against the wall.

"What am I going to do?"

(Justin)

"Thank you so much, Mr. Barber," I say as I get out of the car.