Smoke & Mirrors (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight:

"You... you... you love me?" I stutter.

"Yes, I love you Juliet," Justin smiles. "Now that I've said it, I just wanna say it all the time. I love you, I love you, I love you."

I don't know what to say. I mean, I like Justin a lot, but love? Isn't it too soon? He looks in my eyes, looking for a response. "I... love you too."

Justin almost leaps out of his seat with happiness. He kisses me. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

"Of course," I respond. He grabs my hand. When we get inside the house, I go to the bathroom. While I'm in there, I hear Pattie talking to Justin.

"How could you pull a stunt like this?!?" She yells.

"What stunt? I didn't do anything!" Justin yells back.

"You take a girl you just met on a public date. A stoner at that," (that hurts me a little...) "and you yell at the paps. You know that every time you yell at them, they make it look even worse!" Pattie yells.

"Ugh!" Justin yells. It's silent. I hear Justin pick up his keys and go outside. He starts his car and drives off.

I walk out of the bathroom to see Pattie on the coach with a glass of vodka. "Oh, Juliet, I didn't know you were here."

"Well I am," I say, waving. After the stoner comment, I can't look at Pattie the same. She senses I'm mad.

"You heard, didn't you?" She says, frowning.

I simply nod and sit on the couch. Pattie sits next to me.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I was just mad at Justin-"

"I don't want people to think of me as just some stoner," I say. The room stays quiet for a long time.

"Maybe, if you don't want to be known as a stoner," Pattie looks at me, dead serious, "don't be one."

I let the words sink in. "It's not that easy. I need something to calm me down, you know with everything and-"

"Drugs are almost never the answer. I'm not your mom, maybe you could talk to her about it, she'd know best."

I want to cry. "My mom..."

I don't even have to finish my sentence, and Pattie understands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay," I say. "It's just a lot harder than you would think." She wraps her arm around me and gives me a little squeeze. She wipes a tear off my face.

"Why don't we have a girls day out," she recommends. It shocks me. "So that we can both just get to know each other."

The idea sounds really lame, but I accept anyways. "Sounds fun," I lie.

"Great," Pattie grins. "I heard about the accident, want a ride home?"

"That would be nice," I respond. "Where do you think Justin went?"

"No clue," she says. She doesn't look the least bit worried about him leaving, but I'm very scared.

This part of town isn't the nicest at all. Justin doesn't know his way around, and people are always on drugs, crazy, and willing to do anything they're dared to do. I tell myself to snap out of it so I won't get overly worried.

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Pattie picks me up the next day, around two o'clock.

"So where's the nearest mall? I'm new here," Pattie asks.

I'm not into malls at all. I'd rather have a picnic, go to the beach, go out to lunch, or almost anything else. But I guess most girls like to shop, so I just tell Pattie where to turn.

"What time did Justin come home last night?" I ask.

"Umm," Pattie taps her thumbs on the steering wheel. "... he didn't."

"What?" I say in shock. Something in my gut knows something isn't right. "Aren't you worried?"

"Yes, extremely. We've never gotten in this big of a fight. He's never left overnight like that."

"Didn't you call him?"

"Yes, he didn't answer."

"Oh my gosh," I say, my heart beating out of chest.

"What?"

"I'm just scared. Something doesn't seem right."

I decide to text Andrew and ask him of he's seen Justin at all around town. He responds saying he can't talk right now and to talk to him at school.

"Thanks for the help," I mutter at my phone.

Pattie parks in the mall parking lot. We walk into the mall. People all around ask for our autographs and for pictures. It's hard to adjust to, being famous-ish.

We both sign all the autographs and take all the pictures in a daze. We're both to worried about Justin.

We walk into a makeup store and I ask Pattie,"Can you take me home?"

"Why?"

"I can't have a good time, knowing Justin might be in danger."

"Alright, I know how you feel. Let's try another time," she states.

"Deal," I say. We walk out of the mall, ignoring all the fans. She starts the gas and when I get home, I go to my room.

I'm under so much stress. I open a little drawer and pull out a plastic bag of marijuana. I pull out some rolling papers.

"Maybe, if you don't want to be known as a stoner, don't be one," Pattie's words echo in my head. I put the items back in the drawer and go downstairs.

For some reason, rejecting it made me feel powerful. I feel better. For the first time in a while, I feel in charge of my own life.

The feeling goes away shortly when a message from Pattie shows up on my screen. It's a forward from Justin.

"Help. -Justin," it says. I drop my phone and run outside. I don't have a car anymore, so I just run.

I run out of my track homes. I run past the elementary school. I run past the little smoke shop. I run past the donut shop. I run through the park. I run past the hospital. I run all the way to Justin's house.

I knock hard. Pattie opens the door and hugs me. We both start crying.

"I called the police," she says. "They said they'd be right on it." She looks behind me, seeing I have no car. "How'd you get here?" She asks.

"I ran," I respond.

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