Smoke & Mirrors (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:

After the noise of the crash settles down, all I hear is the click of cameras.

There must be a hundred, but I'm too blinded by the lights to tell. People are shouting at me, but the sounds are distant. I feel my self drifting off, but I refuse to faint. "Stay awake," I whisper to myself, clenching my teeth. My neck hurts terribly. I lay, still as a dead person. I heard somewhere that after a crash, you should never move, in case your neck is broken.

I hear sirens getting louder and louder until they stop right by my car. The emergency workers push the paparazzi out of their way.

One lady looks at me, smiling. "It'll all be okay." Her smile turns to a look of concern when she sees my neck. "Broken neck!" She yells to her co-workers. I feel a bunch of people holding me and trying to get me onto a stretcher. Their hands caress my neck. It hurts terribly.

For some reason, even though I'm in huge pain, I can't cry. It's like I've lost all strength to cry. I close my eyes to shut the world out.

The lady gently taps my face. "You have to stay with me, honey." I open my eyes. My brain struggles to focus on her. Every time I almost pass out, she taps me again. I'm so out of it.

"What about my car?" I ask.

She laughs. "That could be the least of your worries."

"What's that supposed to me-" I cut myself off, figuring out what she meant. They roll me out of the ambulance and into the hospital.

I lay in the empty room for about two minutes. I think about everything that just happened.

My thought is interrupted by a doctor walking into my room and putting on some blue, latex gloves. "How are you doing?" He asks.

"I've been better," I smirk. He puts his hands on my cheeks. He looks right in my eyes and marks something on his clipboard.

"This is going to hurt," he warns. He moves his hands down to my neck. He gently strokes it. He was right, it hurts a lot. He looks confused. "Let's get you to an X-Ray." Some nurses carry me to an X-Ray room.

When the X-Rays are taken, they roll me back to my room. The doctor comes back. "Good news," he says,"your neck is not broken. It was a close call, but it's just severely bruised. You'll need to rest it for a few days before going to school and stuff." He gives me a pain relief prescription. They put my neck in a temporary cast-like thing that I can take on and off myself.

As I approach the hospital doors, I see a lot of reporters and paparazzi waiting for me to come out. Great, that's all I need. I really don't want to answer any questions.

I call Justin. "Hey, I saw your accident on the news, are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine," I respond. "But I need a favor."

"Anything for you," I can almost hear his smile.

"I need to get out of this hospital, but paparazzi are everywhere," I state.

"Be there in ten," he hangs up.

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I sit in the waiting room, covering my face with a magazine for ten minutes.

"Excuse-eh me-eh," a man says with a really fake Italian accent. "May I-eh use-eh your potty?"

The nurse nervously agrees. The man approaches me. "Hey hot stuff," he whispers to me.

"Um I have a boyfriend," I push him away.

"I know," he smiles and pulls down his glasses, revealing Justin's big, brown eyes. I laugh. He's wearing a blonde, curly wig, a gross T-shirt, and 70's flare jeans.

He has a grocery bag in his hand. "Put this on," he gives it to me.

A few minutes later, I come out of the bathroom, revealing my goofy costume. I'm wearing a red-head wig, a punk rock, skull shirt that's all cut up. My pants are bright red, and my shoes have black spikes on them.

We are one cute couple.

We pass by the paparazzi with no trouble at all. My neck still hurts really bad, and I had forgotten about the cast-thing in all the excitement.

"Hey, baby," Justin says, driving out of the hospital parking lot,"I brought a blanket and some food, and I was wondering if you wanted to have a picnic in the park?"

"Of course," I say, grinning through the pain.

We set up a little picnic. We almost forgot about our costumes. I start laughing when I remember what we are wearing.

"What?" Justin asks.

"Look at us!" I say, running out of breath.

Justin starts laughing along with me. He hugs me. "We are a cute couple."

"Totally," I'm still laughing. We sit down, the sun is setting. I lay back and look at the sky.

"This reminds me of when I was little," I say. "My dad used to take me to the park and we would watch the sunset. My mom would come too..."

Justin takes off his wig and looks in my eyes. He just stares for a long time. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

I can't even respond. I take of my wig too, sure my cheeks are redder than a fire truck.

We both look at the stars, and he puts his arm around me. For a moment, everything is perfect.

"Justin! Juliet! Over here!" A paparazzi yells.

Justin stands up. "Get the hell out of here! Can't you just leave me alone?" He grabs all the stuff and stuffs it back in the bag. With his other hand, he grabs mine, and we make a run for it. It feels like a hundred people are around us by the time we get to Justin's car.

A paparazzi bumps into me, and elbows my neck. "Ow!" I scream as I get into the car. Justin backs out and drives what feels like 100 miles-per-hour out of the parking lot.

When we finally get away the from cameras, Justin punches his steering wheel in anger. The horn beeps.

"It's okay, babe," I rub his neck with my hand.

"No it's not," he responds. "I wanted this to be perfect."

"Justin, it's okay. I don't need a perfect date, I just need you," I say. He turns and looks at me. He smiles and looks back at the road. He pulls up to his house, but he doesn't get out of his car.

"Are we going to go inside?" I ask.

"Yeah just let me calm down," he says. The paparazzi really make him mad. I scoot onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. I kiss him smoothly for a couple minutes.

"I will never break up with you over the paps, so don't every worry about that," I say.

"I wanted tonight to be perfect because..." His voice fades away.

"Because what?"

"I love you."

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