Being bieber's Maid

rollercoaster...

I'm back guys! so bare with me as this point of view changes.

Unintentionally I found myself rummaging through my closet and ruining the room. I wasn't nervous-hell I was scared.

Last night wasn't me. Last night I was 'Azaria like aria with a z'. I was brave, bold, and beautiful; and today I can barely get the knots out of my hair.

Time seems to have gone by so slowly and even then I still hadn't found an outfit.

A dress with heels is to dressy, and sweatpants and a top is to casual. Well maybe a crop top and some jeans but then Justin will think I'm desperate.

I couldn't make up my mind and I found myself basically burried in undies, shirts, pants, and socks. The floor I once saw was no longer present and not a thing laid in my closet or dresser.

"Fuck it." I murmured to myself.

Grabbing the first pair of undies, a burgundy fitted top, my tan cardigan, a pair of boyfriend jeans and my white converse I ran for the bathroom.

Shooting Justin a quick text I jumped into the shower. My shower was short and most likely took up less than ten minutes.

I opted to braiding my frizzy hair in two Dutch braids. Keeping the makeup minimal other than mascara.

I stood in the mirror like every girl my age and gave my self a pep talk.

"Okay ari, today we are meeting Justin, don't embarrass yourself, it's game day...it's not the time to become shy and antisocial. Okay now let's go get this." Maybe just maybe I'm the only one who does this.

The car ride was short but none the less frightening.

What if Justin makes a joke and I fart because I laugh to hard?

And what if things get out of hand
and...The sudden knock on my window rendered me from my thoughts.

"Hi."