Kiss The Rain - A Justin Bieber Love Story

Chapter One - It's Just Me

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This is my first story so give me credit for bad grammar or spelling. Your comments are greatly appreciated so tell me what you think of it. And any ideas you may have feel free to share them with me :)

The first two are three chapters are just introduing so bare with me if they're not the most interesting things out there.

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OnlyYouShawty

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Chapter 1 - It's Just Me

Trisha’s P.O.V.

I have the type of life that most would kill for. I have the money, fame at the tip of my fingers, and a twin brother with cute friends. Okay, forget the last part, that’s not important. My point is, no one ever wants what they have. As I said before, many would swap places with me, and I would eagerly swap my life for a normal life. I don’t want any of this; I was born into this family. My father’s the owner of Sticks And Stones Studios, my mother’s an actress and my twin brother Jacob is on his way to be the new Zac Efron. And then you have me, the unwanted addition to the family who apparently doesn’t appreciate what she has. But trust me I do, I’m grateful for everything I have, I just wish they wouldn’t expect me to be like my brother, because what I really want to do is be a writer, or have my own dance school. That would be so cool. But no, apparently that is not acceptable for a member of the Hudson family.

“Trisha” my mother called from down the hallway.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“We’re taking Jacob up to the local magazine for an interview on his new movie. Wanna come?”

Photo shoots, questions and more photos. No thank you, “no, I’m good mum, I’ll stay here and finish unpacking”.

“Honey” my mum said expressed standing in my doorway. My mother, so alike me but at the same time so different. I have her eyes, her nose and her mouth, but my hair is dirty blonde and hers is dark brown and falls in ringlets to her shoulders, where as mine is as straight as a ruler. My mother is always in beautiful evening gowns or clothes that wrap around her perfect figure. That’s why she always frowns upon my choice of clothes; she feels that her only daughter could do better, “it’s good to show ourselves as a family, we only just got back here, and you should support your brother”.

Yeah, that’s another thing you don’t know. We lived in Atlanta for a year till four hours ago when we came back here to our home town Stratford, Ontario, Canada. It had been a busy year for the other three Hudson family members so now we’re back here to take a break from ‘normal life’ as they call it. For me this is normal, well as normal as it can be with paparazzi hanging outside your house all day. But either way this is home, no matter what.

“Mum I know that but we’ve just got back, I’ve had enough of paparazzi for one day “I looked at her with a tired look. And I really am tired of the paps; they’d followed our whole journey here. I do have a right to be tired of them right? “And I do support Jake. I mean, I don’t think I need to hold his hand at this interview do I? From what I see he does very well himself” I gave her a weak smile. 

“I know he does” my mum replied with a smile forming on her face, but in her eyes I saw the unspoken words at the tip of her tongue ‘unlike you’. That hurt, so I looked away, “well I can’t make you” she carried on, “but you tell your brother”.