I'M NOT CRAZY! You must be delusional [ON HOLD]

I'm not crazy Part 8

Sofie's POV

"WHY DIDN'T YOU DO IT WHILE YOU WERE IN THERE?"

"I FORGOT OKAY?"

"NO THAT IS NOT OKAY! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO SEE HIS REACTION? THAT'S THE FUNNIEST PART!"

"WELL NO NEED TO YELL AT ME! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!"

"YES IT IS!"

"..."

Dante and I were standing in a corner yelling at each other. He had forgotten to put a camera in Justin Bieber's dressing room! How are we supposed to record his reaction to our prank to watch over and over if there is no camera in there?!

Justin Bieber still wasn't done singing, so he hasn't gotten a look at his room. Ooh, IDEA!

I took the camera from Dante and walked past the backstage entrance and Steven towards the bathroom at the end of the hall, ignoring Dante's questioning gaze. Making sure no one was looking, I took Francis out of my backpack and put him down. He looked confused for a moment, but I signaled for him to race down the hall. He did just that.

When Steven saw Francis dart past him, he immediately rushed after him. I smirked, this left the backstage entrance open, my plan had been a success. Who knew my little Francisco was so well trained?

I quickly skittered down the hallway and slipped backstage, hoping that no one had seen me. I took a look at my new surroundings. Wow, it looks like... the backstage of a concert. Gosh, I at least thought it would be a little different than from movies and whatnot. I scanned the place and found the door that was marked "Justin Bieber," which I'm guessing is is dressing room. I made sure there was no one watching me and entered the room.

First thing I noticed was that, dang, he has a lot of outfits. I would say he's gay, but I feel like that would offend Selena Gomez. Seriously, who would want to have their boyfriend called gay? That would make me feel pretty undesirable if my boyfriend wasn't attracted to me, gay or not. I'll just call him metrosexual. That pretty much means he's straight but he likes to spend a lot of time and money on how he looks and he likes to shop. That seems about right to me.

Second thing I noticed was what Dante had done. I scoffed, how lame.

I looked around for a place to put the tiny little camera, and finally found one. It was a ledge that was up pretty high, near the ceiling. It's times like these that I wish I was taller.

I tried jumping up to try and reach the ledge, but I wasn't even close to succeeding. I tried stacking the chairs on top of one another, but my stack fell after I put the first chair up.

I growled in frustration. I even got desperate and tried to channel my inner spider to climb up the wall. Yeah, you can probably guess how that worked out.

I sighed and slid down with my back against the wall. That's when I noticed it in the corner, all metal-y  and shiny. HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT GIGANTIC LADDER IN THE CORNER? Well, gigantic to me. Goodness, I'm so oblivious.

I dragged the ladder over to the ledge (with A LOT of effort), climbed up, and placed the camera correctly before anyone could come in.

Climbing down, I realized that I should do something about Dante's lame work, it still didn't have any Sofie-ness in it. I smirked and reached into my backpack, grabbing the rubbery feeling object. I blew into the little opening, making the object expand until it was larger than me. I then took out some other things and placed them around the room randomly. I grinned at my work. Yup, it definitely looks better now. Take that, Justin Bieber!

I ran out of the room before anyone could notice me and, seeing as to how Steven was facing the opposite direction of the bathroom, I sneaked behind him and started walking into his viewpoint, making him think I was just coming from the restroom.

~~~~*~~~~

As Justin Bieber started to leave the stage, I quickly took out Dante's iPhone that had been connected to the camera and we watched from the camera's point of view what was going to happen.

The door opened and the lights were flicked on.

"What the..." Were both Dante and Justin Bieber's  reactions.

The first thing you see when the lights come on is a gigantic, bright, green, inflatable elephant.

"Hehe, you like?" I grinned impishly.

"That's very... Sofie," He replied, his face amused.

Justin Bieber's face, on the other hand, was shocked at first, but then it was confused. He mouthed something, but I didn't hear it.

"Dang it, we forgot the microphone! This is all your fault!" I scolded Dante.

"How is it my fault? Why didn't you do it while you were in there?!" He scolded right back. Oh no he didn't. *imaginary finger snap*

"WELL... I forgot."

He started to say something, but I interrupted him. "Lookie lookie!!!"

He turned his head to the screen just in time to see Justin Bieber get hit in the face with a flying pie.

"A pie to the face? How original, Sofie."

"But it's not just any pie, there's a bunch of jello under that whipped cream," I countered.

"Then it's not really pie..."

"Well... be shush."

We both turned our heads back to the screen. Justin Bieber was now walking around bumping into everything, including the elephant. His face was covered with whipped cream, bits of jello, and GI Joes.

"Where did the GI Joes come from?" Dante had missed that part while we were talking.

"Um, I may or may not had Francisco go backstage and fling sticky objects at him. The GI Joes are coated in syrup... Did you know that Frankie doesn't like syrup, but he likes honey? Weird, right?"

He just glared at me. "You made my prank look lame."

"Sorry, it was already lame," I shrugged.

Justin Bieber's (hopefully girlish) screams had finally caught the attention of Steven and another security guard, so he was now being led out with a towel.

"Oh, guess what? We're also going to the JB greet and meet!" I informed him excitedly.

"What? Why?"

"I want to take a picture with Justin Bieber and then photo shop it!"

"... Alright then?"

~~~~*~~~~

We were waiting outside the door of the Greet and Meet, where Justin Bieber was. Finally, the two little girls came out of the door giggling and it was our turn.

Grinning widely, I ran through the door, with Dante in tow. And there he sat in the middle of the room, looking like he thinks he's the freaking king. Stupid cocky donkey.

He grinned at us. "So what's your name, little girl?"

Immediately, I glared at him. "I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRL! I'm seventeen," I pouted indignantly. The pout probably didn't help my case, but I don't care.

Bieber just started stuttering awkwardly. "Uh, er, I-I'm sorry, I was mistaken," He grinned sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes, but put a sweet grin on my face. I need to make sure he thinks I'm all innocent, because if I just like the idea of deceiving celebrities. Yeah, I'm evil.

We took the picture, all of us, even though it took awhile to get Dante in the picture.

I giggled maniacally, thinking of all the things I could do with this picture. I started skipping away, but fell. But somehow, I fell criss-crossed applesauce.

Both Justin Bieber and Dante were now laughing at me.

"Only you could fall like that, Sofie," Dante said, shaking his head at me.

I stuck my tongue out at both of them, got up, and walked away.

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Yup, nothing to say really. I'm just super glad that this chapter is finally up because a certain person keeps on nagging at me to upload. And yes, you know who you are! I'm not gonna name names *cough* Lizzi *cough*