Give It Time [A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter 2

Justin's POV

The bus came to a screeching stop, I woke up, sitting in my bed looking out the window. Home. I jumped out of bed and ran out the tour bus, looking at my home. My grandparents were standing on the porch as I ran up to them. They smiled and my grandma said, "Oh! Sweetie, I think you've grown since the last time we saw you!" She kissed my cheek, and I hugged my grandpa.

"How are you, boy?" He asked, tears springing to his eyes. I smiled warmly and squeezed him again, we've always been so close.

"Good, so, breakfast?" They laughed as I said this but I was dead serious. They went in and me and my mom followed after them, she had been getting the luggage. My grandma showed us the table after my mom's reunion with them, and I dug into the warm syrupy pancakes. I ate some bacon, then took a sip of orange juice.

We ate and talked about the tour, also some things about Ryan and Chaz, some of my other friends too. Then it got me wondering whatever happened to them. "Mom, where did they go?" She swallowed her milk, and looked at me.

"We dropped them off at their house, Ryan's parents couldn't wait, Chaz's couldn't either." I smirked, their parents always were worried sick about everything they did. They even missed them when they went to school, not to mention the store.

"Oh, ok," I said, and dug into my almost finished pancakes some more. After a couple of bites I was done with the pancake, and finished off my bacon, listening to Gramps talk about some new buissness in town. It sounded like a bakery, and he was excited, sweets was his thing. After they finished their food too, I cleaned up and decided to call Chaz, maybe we could all go to the skate park or something.

"See ya!" I yelled, and my mom came over to me, confusion on her face.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"To the skate park with Ryan and Chaz," I explained. She shook her head.

"I wouldn't do that, Justin," she informed, "we just got a call. Scooter said the airport is filled with screaming girls, appearently they came just to see you." I groaned, and covered my head with my hands. Oh, I loved my fans, but when you can't even go to the skate park without being mobbed? It's irritating.

"Fine," I say and sit on the couch, I hadn't called them yet anyway. I realized this felt like quarantine. There wasn't anything on TV, I already surfed through them one-thousand times. Sighing, just layed there, and went to sleep.

~A Week Later~

Melody's POV

We just set up the furniture in the house, and where were we? Canada. Isn't this place really cold or something? We weren't even in the same country anymore! I was sick, or at least I felt sick, I wanted to go home. Never come back here. I told my mom, but as she must say, "It is home here sweetie," or something like that.

I decided to go out in the town and explore, maybe make some more friends or something. School starts tomorrow, I was a week late. It took a while to transfer all my school stuff to Canada, and set up the house, 'breaking it in' as my dad calls it.

My mom was setting up a bakery here, appearently she used to live in Canada and always liked it here, so she just had to build a bakery here. My dad wasn't from Canada, they met when she was on vacation in Florida, and have been in love ever since. Obviously my mom was wanting me to work at the bakery, although I wouldn't have been much help.

As I walked around the town I saw the Avon Theatre, A couple pizza places, little bookstores and such on the sides. I wanted to see where they were setting the bakery at, the supplies was already in there, and we opened tomorrow. School and the bakery, I thought, what fun. The building was cute, it had little pink bricks on the side, a sign on it saying, "GRAND OPENING TOMORROW!" I was kind of excited, it looks fun. Possibly.

There was a little coffee shop and I decided to go in, I bought a cup of decaf and sat by the window, drinking the warmness, feeling it go down in my chest, a lump in my throat appeared. I didn't like it, it was depressing here, I left the shop and ran out the door, back home.

Justin's POV

I didn't know I'd have to go to school, I thought my tutor would just teach me. Evidently not. I would now go to Stratford High, like a regular person. My mom won't let me go to the skate park for a couple hours, but take me to school? Parents.

The bakery in town is opening tomorrow, and it seems cool, I'm all up for a cinnomon roll. Maybe apple pies, or chocolate custard muffins. The thoughts made me drool and I got off of that, thinking about unfairness and such.