We were seated at a booth and looked at our menus. A male waiter arrived and asked for our drinks.
"I'll have a water." I spoke.
"I'll have the same." Justin added.
"I'll have those right up." He winked at me. Justin tensed up at the guys actions. I could tell he was uncomfortable. His jaw clinched as he stared down at his menu.
"Ew." I said as he walked away. Justin laughed.
"He's not even cute." I added with a disgusted face.
"Totes not cute." Justin said in a girly voice. We laughed.
The guy returned with our drinks and we told him our meals. I just got what Justin did because I wasn't sure what was good.
"Do you know of anyone that's hiring?" I asked.
"You don't have to work, you should focus on school." He assured.
"You can't pay for everything." I told him.
"But I can, see I have a lot of money."
"Justin, I'm not letting you pay for everything involving me. How will I be an independent person if I have to depend on someone for financial resources?"
"I'm just trying to make up for all the years I missed with you. I brought you here and I want you here, you can't put a price on that. You don't need a job to stress you out I'm sure school will do that enough." He made me feel so special but I don't want to have to depend on him.
"Then I'll find a job that isn't stressful. Besides your fans would think I'm just a good digger using you." I purposed.
"You can't find a job that doesn't involve stress and don't worry about the fans. You can't think negatively, it'll only bring you down." He grabbed my hand across the table.
"What if I worked for you?" He looked confused.
"Doing what?" I didn't think this though. I fiddled with his fingers.
"I don't know, aren't you going on tour soon. I'm good with working with others and I'm good at putting clothes together, I did it tonight. Look at you." I hoped this would work.
"I guess I could find you some type of job of organizing my clothing on tour but I have a stylist who would have to tell you specific brands and you would have to do your college online." He said.
"Fine with me I don't like school anyway. I could go for some short of fashion or cosmetology major." I was just glad he got me a job.
"I'll set it up, you have to start finding me outfits for award shows coming up and interviews. I'll have my manager email you my schedule and we'll go from there." He smiled. Our food had arrived. Oh great this guy again. The waiter slipped me an extra napkin that was folded.
"If you need an extra desert I'm only a call away" it read with a phone number attached. This guy was crazy. We ate and the guy returned to ask if we wanted desert. He kept looking at me and it bothered me. I didn't dare look up.
"Could you back off my girlfriend, it's getting really old. She's not interested." Justin spoke. This shocked me at first but I knew he was just saying that so the guy would leave me alone. He informed him we didn't want desert and asked for a check instead.
"Girlfriend?" I laughed. He blushed lightly.
"Got to protect my V. You have to use words sometimes not these." He said and flexed his arms jokingly.
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To say the food was delicious was an understatement. It was one of the best meals I've had in a long time. Other than the annoying waiter we had a great time. The paparazzi had found Justin and I. There was a bunch of them outside now. J had given me his ray bans he had on earlier and grabbed my hand and lead me in front of him. I stayed close I didn't want to get hurt.
"Justin she must be a keeper yeah?" "Justin how long have you guys been dating?"
"Is this one going to last longer than a month?"
They were so rude. We finally made it to the car but of course they just followed us home.
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"Almost your birthday." Justin reminded with a smiled as we got in the house. My birthday was on Saturday.
"Yeah." I said and did a little dance.
"You're almost legal, how exciting." He spoke with half sarcasm as he was already legal.
"I'm going to change into comfy clothes but what do you want to do for your birthday?" He asked as we made it to his room. I sat on his bed as he went I to his closet. What did I want to do for my birthday?
"I don't know, it's not like I have friends to have a party. Maybe just go to a movie." I shrugged. He came back in sweats and a softer, white tee shirt.
"If you wanted to have a party, I have plenty of friends. My friends are your friends." I got off the bed.
"If you put on comfy clothes it's into fair that I do it." I stuck my tongue out at him and went to my room.
"But I don't even know your friends." I said as I changed into some soft grey pair of Victoria Secret joggers and a white tee. He was laying on my bed sideways and I joined him.
"We have a whole week for me to introduce you to them." He reminded.
"What if they don't like me." I cover my face with my hands embarrassed. He moved my hands and looked into my eyes.
"They will love you, I love you and that says a lot because you're so weird sometime." He laughed. The way he said I love you made my heart flutter. No, I cannot do this.
"You're actually the weird one in this relationship." That slipped out, oh god. I should've said friendship.
"No, I say we're both evenly weird." He hadn't even noticed, good.
"Okay, but I'm defiantly the cute one." I voiced.
"Deal but I'm the hot one." Couldn't argue that.
"Glad we're on the same page." Oh no I didn't not just say that out loud. I blushed and took out my phone to distract me. I scrolled though twitter and a popular tweet came up.
"Justin Bieber's new romance confirmed?" I click on the article with wide eyes and my mouth dropped. There was pictures of us from the dinner, when we were holding hands outside and inside while we were laughing.
An inside source tells us Justin had told him that they were on a date and grew overprotective of his girlfriend when a waiter tried hitting on her. Has Bieber had finally moved on from his on and off relationship with Selena? Or could this girl just be a rebound to make her jealous? Tweet us or comment your answers down below.
Was he using me? He couldn't be Justin and I have been friends for years before this. He wouldn't use me like this right?
"What are you thinking about?" I showed him the article.
