Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 1

Justin

When you're ready
come and get it
na na na na na na na...

"Can you please turn the song off?" my friend, Heidi asked kindly to the girl who was listening to music at full volume through her headphones. (At this point: screw these headphones, the music was blaring across the stage anyway.)
"But I love the song!" the girl moaned, pulling her lips into a pout and pressing her phone protectively to her chest, as if Heidi was about to jump up and take it away from her. Wait, she probably would.
"Lacey," Heidi whispered hypocritically. "Justin is still not over the breakup and he doesn't need to hear Selena selling herself like a whore, okay?" She tried to whisper in Lacey's ear, but it was still loud enough that it should be heard even in China.
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud at Heidi putting her hand on Lacey's shoulder and, like a toddler, indicating who she meant by "Justin" by tilting Lacey's head in my direction.
Lacey's eyes widened in horror, however, and she grabbed for her iPhone, immediately clicking away from the song. The next song came on and it was Kiss You by One Direction.
"Oh my God, are you kidding me, Lacey?! Are you twelve years old or what?!" Heidi threw her hands in the air in absolute despair, disbelief evident in her voice.
Lacey pouted again, obviously insulted that Heidi didn't appreciate her taste in music.
"But I like it..." she trailed off and looked down at her feet.
Heidi frowned, turned away, and walked towards me as the chorus blared through the headphones. She gritted her teeth in annoyance as her overly cheerful voice rang out across the stage.
"How could you ever tell Selena that song was good?!" she asked through gritted teeth as she sat down next to me on one of the folding chairs.
I chuckled and scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment. "I didn't want to be a bad friend and say that the song is really bad."
Heidi frowned and automatically rolled her eyes.
"That would have been a compliment! This song is perfect for the next Playboy logo," she fumed half-aloud. "Thinks she's an Indian and shit like that..." she then added, muttering to herself. "Well, she wasn't in the movie Slumdog Millionaire," she added exasperatedly, her eyes flashing and with what seemed like an urgent need to scold.
I burst out laughing. "It's fine, let her be a belly dancer if she wants to."
Heidi put her hand on my shoulder and shook her head.
"Shakira is a belly dancer, Selena is a virgin whore," she corrected me in a monotone voice that only teachers use, explaining the difference.
I threw my head back and laughed again.
"That's not true, I was the one who took her virginity!"
Heidi's eyes widened, telling me how little she believed me. But then she said mockingly,
"I wouldn't be surprised if her vagina is pretty worn out by now. She throws herself at everyone and her best friend is Taylor Swift, right?! Yeah, good. Two hot troublemakers who fuck their way all over Hollywood and write songs about the men they've slept with."
I burst out laughing. Man, I loved Heidi. Her insults and opinions were always so hysterical. She honestly wasn't satisfied with a simple fuck, because she also said what was going through her head.
"Or 'Haylor' , for example. That was a stupid joke, about as ridiculous as Kim Kardashian's wedding." Heidi rolled her eyes and reached for a pack of onion rings with her left hand. Her pink-painted fingernails flashed as she ripped open the pack and put two of the smelly rings in her mouth.
"How can you eat them? They make your breath smell bad for hours and then I have to put up with it!" I asked, wrinkled my nose.
"But I'm not going to wallow in self-pity like you do about Selena," she said indistinctly as she stuffed three rings into her mouth at once.
"You really can't compare the two!" I defended myself.
"Yes, I am. And unlike you, I look for a partner at parties who I can fuck later, instead of getting drunk and having fun with rubber dolls." She continued to munch on her disgusting onion rings without a care in the world.
"I don't have fun with rubber dolls!" I shouted angrily, only realizing too late how loudly I had just shouted it. The entire crew who were busy working around the stage looked at me in dismay while Heidi giggled next to me.
"Heidi, you love putting me in embarrassing situations, don't you?" I grumbled and pouted, trying not to come across as quite as crazy as the people around me assumed.
"Not as much as I love Nutella. Nutella is my life. Nutella is the reason for my existence! If any guy put Nutella on his cock, he would definitely be the one who would get a blow job from me - no argument!" she clarified, proving her love for the sweet spread with her statement.
I just rolled my eyes and was about to reply when the stage manager and the choreographer yelled after us.
"HEIDI! JUSTIN! Break is over!" they yelled and Heidi groaned audibly, sank back into the seat and grumbled to herself.
"Can't we have five more minutes?" Heidi begged with big, brown puppy eyes and I had to admit they looked really effective.
The stage manager scowled and cracked his knuckles.
"Go to work, Springsteen, or you're running laps."
Heide glared at the man.
"I'm not going to run laps until you stop smoking!"
Now the manager glared back.
"And I'm not going to stop smoking until you stop breathing!"
Heidi took a deep breath and held it. While she made me laugh, the stage manager just cursed under her breath.
"Justin, tell her to stop before she turns blue and dies! I don't have to pay another dancer because she's too stupid!" he ordered as he walked away, muttering to himself what a huge nuisance we both were.
When the manager was out of sight, Heidi let out the breath she had been holding and burst out laughing. I just rolled my eyes at her immature behavior, grabbed her hand and shoved her up the few stairs to the other dancers.
She didn't say goodbye, she just gave me the middle finger to signal her goodbye.
"Justin? Before we begin, Scooter wants to discuss something with you," Julia, one of the manager's assistants, instructed me as she handed me my cell phone.
I thanked her with a smile and held my new iPhone 5 to my ear.
"What's up, Scooter?" I greeted him.
"Justin!" he called out enthusiastically. "About time! I know it's just the last minute and it will affect the tour schedule, but I want to add something!" he defended himself before I could ask.
"Now spit it out, Scoot!" I interrupted him, chuckling. The poor guy was nervous and babbling.
He cleared his throat.
"They asked if you could host the Teen Choice Awards and present an award with a partner." He informed me, still clearing his throat nervously.
My eyes widened and I grinned broadly.
"That's brilliant! Who do I have to present it with?" I had to ask. I hoped it was someone entertaining, or at least, someone friendly.
He gasped, does he really think I would back out? Performing for all my Beliebers who couldn't afford to come to my concerts? Hell no! I loved performing, just for my fans!
"Um, that hasn't been decided yet, but I can tell you who would be a possibility..." he said cautiously, as if he knew I might be unhappy with the information.
"Just tell me."

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