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-{Nevaeh's POV}-
I hear my name being called... it's kind of soothing.. "Nevaeh... Nevaeh..." suddenly I feel myself hitting the ground beside Melodie's bed, the Bieber blanket creating a soft landing for me. I perk up, "well, good morning sunshine!" I say, mostly to myself. I can hear Melodie going on about the concert and how I slept in but not of it is really processed. I hear her say something about time... in a panic I say "We still have to deck out the car! Where are the window markers??" I run downstairs half conscious, grab the markers from the counter and walk out to the car with Melodie following. I write "We love you JB," and "future Mrs. Bieber is in this car," on the windows. "How do you think you'll react when we're next in line for the meet & greet," I ask, pondering my own thoughts. Melodie thinks for a minute then answers, "I'd probably be hyperventalating... you know, the norm," she laughs, "to be honest, I have no idea what it'll be like.. we'll just have to wait and find out." I always loved it when she would say such cheesy things.
We go inside, still dressed in our PJs and ask Mel's mom, Andrea, to take a look at our masterpiece. She smiles, "girls, this is beautiful! But... I don't see anything about your BIEBER MAMA!" Melodie laughs, I can tell she's not even embarassed. "Here Andrea, you write it," I say, handing a purple window marker to Melodie's mom. She crawls up on the hood of the car and writes, "BIEBER MAMA," on top of the windshield. She steps back and looks at her art, "there. That's better," she says, "now, let's go. I made you guys some purple pancakes!" Sometimes I think Andrea is worse than we are when it comes to Justin Bieber. There's nothing wrong with that at all.
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-{Melodie's POV}-
I walk in to the kitchen and see a large plate full of light purple pancakes on the table. "Thanks mom!" I say with a smile. I pull out a chair and sit down, while putting two big pancakes on my plate. "We're done our shirts right?" I ask Nevaeh, hoping the answer is yes. Nevaeh stops in mid-bite, "uh..." We both drop our forks and run to the laundry room, checking if our shirts are there. We both gasp, "thank God!" Our purple tie-dyed tshirts lay on the machines with gold and silver glitter sprawled in different shapes and words, "they're beautiful," I say with a smile on my face. We make our way back upstairs to our, now cold, purple pancakes.
"Are you ladies almost ready??" mom calls from the bottom of the stairs. We both yell, "almost!" as if it were rehearsed. Curling wand in my hand, and straightener in Nevaeh's, we are actually almost done... making finishing touches to our hair and make-up. Dressed in our home-made shirts, black tights and matching shoes, we make our way outside to our fancied car. We make sure to have our complete Justin Bieber CD collection at hand for the hour long ride.
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