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

Fourteen

(Rosalie)

I look at all the girls and some boys. They were dressed in shirts that you could buy at the merchandise stand and homemade shirts supporting Justin. They were pretty and giggling, chattering among themselves. They ranged from 18 to four, my guess.

"They are the most amazing fans in the world," he says, smiling at them. "And I would like for you to meet them."

"They want pictures with you, not me," I say. "Go ahead. I'll just watch."

"No." Justin takes my hand and walks me over to the area where the pictures were going to be taken. "This is Rosalie. I would greatly appreciate it if you guys don't say anything rude. She is just like you."

I blush and see the girls' eyes turn to me. They smile and wave. The first people in line walk up once the velvet rope was released.

"Can I get a picture with Justin, then you, then both of you?" she asks.

Justin smiles at me and nods. He wraps his arm around her waist and smiles at the camera. The flash goes off and I walk up to her. She smiles and I put my arm around her shoulders. The flash goes off again and Justin walks to her other side.

"Silly faces," the girl's mom says, smiling at us.

I scrunched my face, the girl stuck her tongue out, and Justin squints at it. The flash goes off and she smiles.

"Thank you so much," she says.

The Beliebers went by pretty fast, taking pictures with Justin, occasionally with me. They all smiled, said hi, and were nice to me. I was chatting with a girl in line when a girl behind her tapped my shoulder.

"Why are you the one he chose?" she sneers.

"What?" I ask.

"Why would Justin date you? You are untalented, ugly, and just flat out useless. Why would he choose you over everyone else?" she says, using her hand to gesture to my body.

I cover my stomach with my arms and look at my feet. I tear slips down my cheek and the girl I was talking to turns to the hater.

"You have no right to say anything about Rosalie. She was chosen by Justin because she obviously makes him happy. You know how badly he was hurt after Selena and she makes him happy. She is gorgeous the way she is and she is talented. You haven't seen her dance," she snaps. "Your argument is invalid."

The hater huffs and leaves the line. I feel the girl touch my shoulder and pull me into a hug. I am taken by surprise by the sudden kindness a stranger had given me.

"Don't listen to them. You are amazing. Justin is lucky to have you," she says, smiling at me.

"Thank you," I say, hugging her back.

"Anytime," she says.

She moves up in line and I smile. I go into the snack room and grab all the snacks. Allison walks up to me and looks at the stack of boxes.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Giving back," I say, stacking more boxes.

She smiles and helps me. We roll the boxes out and go down the line, passing out slices of pizza, candy bars, sodas. As Justin took pictures, he smiles at us and nods. I smile and continue with the snack cart. The last person left and Justin drapes his arm over my shoulders.

"That was a nice thing you did there," he says, opening the bus door for me.

"Thank you. I wanted to give back to them. They were so nice to me, except one girl," I say, "but it's fine now."

"What happened with one girl?" he asks, concerned.

"This girl had said something rude about me and this other girl stuck up for me. I thought it was really nice of her to stick up for me," I say, smiling at him. "The other girl left and so I decided to give out snacks for the people in line."

"That's my girl. Giving back like the rest of the crew. She's perfect," he says to himself.

I laugh and open the mini fridge, grabbing a bottle of Fanta strawberry. I sit down on the couch and he smiles at me. He sits next to me and holds my hand, rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of my hand.

"You are amazing, you know that?" he says, looking into my eyes.

"Nope. You are amazing though. All those girls supporting you, guys supporting you. You're so down to earth. You give back. Everything about you says, 'I'm perfect'," I say, squeezing his hand a little.

"I'm not perfect. No one perfect, but you are. You are an angel come to earth and I am thankful you are mine," he says, kissing my cheek.

"I am thankful to be yours," I say, smiling.

I lay my head on his shoulder and I let out a deep breath. He leans his head on mine and I smile. I close my eyes and drift into a sleep filled with Justin and happiness.

We were running in slow motion through a field of flowers in a forest. He was chasing me and I laugh as I run. He catches me around the waist and spins me around. I laugh and look back at him. He smiles and he looked absolutely angelic with the sun behind his head, heightening every feature in his face.

He leans down and just before our lips touch, I feel myself being lifted. I look up through the drowsiness and see Justin carrying me. I smile and lay my head against his chest. I feel the softness of the bed against my back and Justin's arms leave me.

"No," I moan, reaching lazily for him. I hear him chuckle and I feel the bed shift has he gets in next to me. He wraps me in his arms and I cuddle closer to him.

"I love you," he whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"I love you," I mumble back. "More than you know."

He kisses my forehead again and I drift asleep to him humming Fall.

(Justin)

Rosalie falls asleep in my arms and she looks as peaceful as a baby. She always tried to scoot closer to me, stopping when she was already close. I burrowed my face in her hair. It smelled like strawberries. I smile and close my eyes.

"Justin..." Rosalie mumbles.

"Yes, baby?" I ask.

"Justin, we shouldn't," she says. She's asleep, I think.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Distra-..." she starts. "... Distraction..."

"What are we not supposed to do?" I question, amused by this conversation.

"Not supposed... to... do... IT..." she says, scooting closer to me.

"But what if I want to?" I ask, chuckling.

"I... I don't... don't know." She giggles. "Justin, stahp."

"No," I reply.

She giggles again, a smile on her face.

"What if... someone... comes in?" she asks.

"No one will come in," I answer.

She smiles and then rolls over, keeping my arm around her. I smile to myself and shake my head. My girl, I think with a chuckle. I adjust my head on my pillow and close my eyes. I feel the lull of sleep straining on me and I let it take me.