Call Me A Liar [Book 1] (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Whether our parents saw us sneak out of their very important gathering or not, I know for certain they'll notice our presence (or lack thereof) right away. And when we get flack for it later on, I'm sure I will get the brunt of it. If it means anything, I plan to take the blame anyways.

It's all worth it when I see how happy Patrick is to catch up with his friends before running into theater 8 to see Captain America: Civil War.

I, on the other hand, make plans to meet up with one of my closest friends from childhood, Meredith Phan, who is also dropping her younger brother off to see the movie. The four of us used to ride the school bus together when we were in elementary school and have always stayed close.

When I see her sitting at one of the tables in the movie theater lobby, I clutch the strap of my purse and head her way. She smiles sweetly at me when I sit down in the chair across from her, her full lips glossy and pink.

"Thank god I got out of that party. I don't know if I can handle a single second more of their hoity-toity bullshit," I defeatedly plop my purse down on the flat surface before taking a swig of the Cherry Coke she got for me.

She giggles, munching on a piece of popcorn from the small bag on the table. "I'm just pissed I wasn't invited."

I roll my eyes. "Don't be. I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat, Birdie."

When my brother was little, he could never pronounce Meredith's name. He had a terrible speech impediment that my parents were obviously horrified by. So horrified, they put him in speech classes to fix the completely world ending issue he had with the letter, R. Anyways, when Patrick was three, he always called Meredith "Birdie" despite his impediment. Oddly, it was easier for him to say. So, she's been Birdie to my family for as long as I can remember.

Even though Birdie and her younger brother, Jack, live in the same culdesac as us, the Phan family is not invited to Gellar-hosted events. You see, Birdie's mother and my mother used to be quite close but now just don't get along with each other. Nothing noteworthy about the fallout, they're just one in the same. Birdie and her brother, Jack, still come around our house and us to theirs. It's our parents who refuse to speak.

"Deal. I'd do anything to sip champagne and have Cole Byron gawk over me all night," her lips wrap around her straw.

I shrug, sighing in the process. "I don't know. He's kind of—" my voice trails off as I look to the ceiling like it has the words I'm looking for. "Old," I finish my sentence like it's a question.

"He's kind of hot, if you ask me," she raises her eyebrows. "I think he's smart."

"He's pretentious. He acts like he doesn't even know who Kim Kardashian is."

"Maybe he doesn't, Jane."

"Birdie, even the Amish know who Kim Kardashian is! You're telling me some rich daddy's boy who has every form of social media known to man doesn't know who Kim Kardashian is?"

She rolls her eyes, petting the long black low ponytail that is resting on her shoulder and chest. "Maybe he's just trying to impress you."

I purse my lips. "Ignorance is not impressive."

"Fair. But he's definitely hot. And I think he's into you, too."

"Do you think he's only into me because he has to be? You know, because our parents want it so badly?"

She's shrugging next, slurping on her drink. "Maybe so. But I'd roll with it if I were you. If the two of you got together, you'd be set for life."

She sounds like my mother, I think to myself.