Friends Forever

Chapter 18 '♥*''*•.¸ ღஜღ ¸.•*''*♥' The Plan

I explain to them what my plan is and they all think it's a good idea.

"Sounds good, Izzy." Cynthia says. She heard my parents call me by my nickname and I guess that's how she knew it.

"I will fly to the U.S. as soon as possible and make this happen," I say.

They all say that I should really do it. I'm already considering it.

Evening comes and my parents are home. I sit them down in the living room to have a talk.

"Mother, Father, I would like to have your permission to go back to the United States to run some errands," I tell them.

"But we already have all your credentials for school. There's obviously no more errands for you to run in the U.S.," my father says.

"I left without even telling my friends personally and I think it was quite rude. How about just a week and I come back? Besides, we have, like, how many days until school starts. Please let me go back!" I plead.

"Okay, just a week," Mommy says.

I get all excited, but I still look at my dad if he's okay with my mom's decision. He nods, which means yes!

I run up to my new room and booked a flight back to Los Angeles for next week. I can't wait. I also inform the people of the house the day I leave for U.S.

For the meantime, I fill up the application for Nando's and turn it in. I also walk around and meet new people, making myself familiar to people.

As I am walking down the street, I meet this guy James and he actually walks me around, introducing me to places and people. And we get along pretty well. For a week, all we do is hang out. He's a pretty nice guy, and we're just friends. I never talk about Justin with him, though, I don't want to talk about him. In fact, he's making me forget about Justin as time goes by. No more stress about him, and no more worrying, no more feeling guilty.

James walks me back home and I hug him goodbye. I walk inside and go straight to the kitchen where Cynthia meets me.

"Madam, are you excited?" she asks with a smile.

"I'm sorry, excited for what?" I ask.

"You're going back to the U.S. tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Why would I do that? Excuse me, but I gotta go back to my room. Need to do some stuff."

"It's okay, madam, have a good evening," Cynthia says.

I run up to my room and go on to my desk. There I find a printed plane ticket back to L.A. Tomorrow's the flight. Not wanting to waste money for a first class flight, I hurriedly pack my stuff and and prepare.

The day has come. This is the day that I go back to U.S. for some reason. But what is that reason though? I reminisce. I remember telling my mother that I wanted to go back to personally say farewell to my friends. I think that's it.

Before I leave, Annie, the old lady, approaches me and says, "He must be really worth this. You've only been here for a week and you're going back for him. I say you love him. I know you're not sure, and I hope you find the answer to your problem soon before he finds someone else. Besides, he misses you, it should take a very long time for him to forget. Good luck"

What is this woman talking about? Then I remember telling them all my plan. How can I be so stupid? Just a week with James and the surprise is all forgotten? Am I that easy? No. I've planned this and it should happen.

"Yes, Annie. I'll see you soon!"

The driver takes me to the airport and leaves me here.

After hours of traveling, I arrive at the airport where Jaron picks me up and takes me home. As soon as we get to my house, I run to my room and immediately order my floor seat tickets and meet and greets and all that backstage passes.

I go downstairs and ask Jaron how he has been doing.

"I'm fine, thank you. But why did you come home though?" he asks.

"I have this surprise for Justin in my mind. He said he misses me so I planned a surprise visit," I answer.

"Last time I checked, he was a douche to you."

"Well, it was all just a misunderstanding."

"I hope you're right," Jaron says. "I don't want you to get hurt. You're already like the little sister I never had."

"Aww of course."

The ticket I bought is for tomorrow's concert. I will be in front really close to Justin, and I'm really hoping he'll see me.

To kill some time, I visit my friends and we all hang out. They all don't know that I'd been working for Justin, and they have no idea why I'd always been tired on the last few months of school.

"Well, guys, tomorrow I'm going to a Justin Bieber concert," I tell them.

"Really? Wow, finally you decide to go to his concert instead of sitting in a corner crying about not getting to meet him when you're rich as hell and could actually afford it," says Veronica.

"Shhh, shut up."

We're at Olive Garden right now, eating the breadsticks that I can never forget.

"Guys, my girlfriend just called," says Jackson. "She needs help with something."

"Oh yeah, I've got to go also. I still have to pick up an outfit for the concert tomorrow. Bye," I add in.

I walk out of the restaurant and find my way home. My home that will be left for a year after this concert.