Stars Don't Always Shine...-A Justin Bieber (Werewolf) Love Story

Chapter 9- LEGGO!

**Ashlyn's POV** 

I examined the car. It's a jet black 2011 Jag. Nice. We got out of the car and walked into the house. No one was there. I went into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter. I picked it up:

Ashlyn,

I went out to buy more groceries. I already know you're going on tour with Mr. Bieber so I packed your stuff and it's all up in your room. The car outside is yours. Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy sent it this morning. They are currently in India and weill be leaving for Malaysia tomorrow. They sent you best wishes and hope to see you soon. I'll see you in awhile.

 Irine

"Oh! Well thank God I don't have to pack!" I said happily. 
"Why?" Justin said coming into the kitchen. "And who's Jag is that outside?" 
"Irine did it for me! And it's mine!" I screamed. "Yay!" 
"Nice," he laughed. "Well we need to get your stuff so where's your room?"  
"Right this way, Mr. Bieber!" I said, respectfully, pulling him towards the stairs.

We went up to the third floor and I led him into my room. "Nice bed." he said, like he was trying to hide something.  

After a moment I caught on and smacked his arm. "Pervert!" I yelled  
"Sorry." he shrugged laughing. "I can't help it."  

"Right," I said grabbing one of my three suitcases on the floor. "You can get the other two bags since you obviously won't be able to keep your hands to yourself." I teased. 

"You know, I'm totally about to get you back for that comment " he replied raising his eyebrows 
"Oh, and what are you going to do?" 
"I'm about to makeout with you against your will." he said 

"If that was supposed to be a threat, you didn't do such a good job!" I laughed. 

"Did I mention there's about 50 paparazzi outside that window that would just love to know that Ashlyn Kennedy and Justin Bieber are dating? Then they'd publish pictures of us kissing everywhere. The whole world would know about us. We'd lose fans and-" 

"Ok! I get it!" I whined. "I take back the joke just stop torturing me!"

"Good choice, babe!" he mocked. 

I scoffed and then a thought came to mind. "Hey can we take my car on the tour?" I asked. I know thats a stupid question, but it's worth a shot.

"Ash, are you seriously that stupid?" he asked. "If you want a car on the tour, you rent one when we get to certain places, or you take the limo when you want to go somewhere. But if a car is what you want, then leave it to your hot popstar boyfriend, who just happens to be Justin Drew Bieber."

"Conceited." I coughed. "And just so you know I make just about the same amount of money as you do, so I can go buy a car right now rather than rent one. And your popstar girlfriend, who just happens to be Ashlyn Alanna Kennedy, can take care of herself."

"Maybe that's true but the key words are 'just about'. I'm gonna take care of you, Ash. And there's nothing you can do about it. I'm gonna make sure you're okay at all times." he released the bags for a moment to caress my cheek gently. "I love you Ashlyn," he whispered, his face inches from mine.

 "I love you too," I smiled. Just as our lips where about to touch I heard the doorbell ring. "Layla!" I yelled! "Come on. We have time for that later." I said pulling him out of my room and downstairs. He smirked at my remark. I decided to let it go. I opened the front door to see a smiling Layla. "Hey boo!" I said, hugging her.  

"Hey, hun." she answered. Then she saw Justin. She opened her mouth, probably about to scream, but she composed herself. "Hi, I'm Layla. Nice to meet you." she said, holding out her hand.