Live. Laugh. Love. (A Justin Bieber Love Story) **Completed** NEWLY EDITED

Part 27!!!

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Justin's POV: 

I felt Carson's hand slip from mine. I watched her pace quicken. I knew she wanted to get away. I did too. I turned around and saw Carson's parents patiently waiting for me. "Hey. I am just going to call someone to pick me up. I'm going to the studio." I lied. I just wanted to stay here for a little and pull myself together. I went to the Taco Bell and sat down. I just sat there with my hands on my face. I knew people were taking pictures of me everywhere, but I didn't care. The girl who I was in love with just left and it was completely over and there was nothing we could do about it.

Finally, I got up and went outside. Scooter was waiting for me in his Range Rover. I got in the car. "Thanks for coming." I said, dully. 

"No problem." He replied. The rest of the car ride was silent. He knew I wasn't in the mood to talk to him, or anyone, only Carson. 

I got to my house and sat down on the couch. I just sat there. Like I did in Taco Bell. I had no idea what to do. I looked out the window and realized it was raining. Figures, it never rains in LA except for when I'm sad. I decided I should try to workout to block my pain. I went into my bedroom to change my clothes. When I got up there, I slipped of my jeans and v-neck and put on a pair of loose gym shorts. I went to my basement and started working out.

When I was done, I was hungry so I made my self a sandwich. The working out didn't work because I saw a picture of Carson on my table and nearly burst into tears. I beat myself up for being a "wimp" but I couldn't live without Carson. I continued to find myself trying to get in the car, buy a plane ticket, fly to Texas, and bring her back, but I there was no way I could. 

Carson's POV:

I threw my bag on the white bed. The bed only had a mattress, but underneath there were two drawers for storage. At the foot of the bed, there was a large desk that fit perfectly into the corner of the room. I turned around and noticed the left side of the room was decorated the posters of Justin. There was even a Justin Bieber bedspread. Man, this girl is insane. I thought to myself. Seeing pictures of Justin was not helping me get over anything. 

"Here is your other luggage ma'am." The taxi driver said. He placed the luggage on the floor.

"Thanks." I gave him a 10 dollar tip and he was gone. I started unpacking. I put all of my pictures up and put the sheets on my bed. Every time I found a picture of Justin, I had to sit down and cry. It was going to be so hard getting over him. I had enough of unpacking so I decided to call my mom and dad.

"Hello?" My mom answered.

"Hi, momma." I said.

"Hi! How are you? How was your flight? Is your room nice? Oh! Have you met anyone?"

"Woah, mom. Slow down." I gently laughed, "Great, okay, yes, and no."

"So you haven't met anyone?"

"No. My roommate seems to be a Justin superfan. Complete with the bedspread and all."

"Thats a little weird."

"I know. I kinda don't want to meet her. She's going to know exactly who I am."

My mom yawned, "Yeah. That will be crazy. Look, honey. I'm exhausted. Your dad is already in bed. Call me when you can." With that, she hung up.  I stood up from my desk chair and continued to unpack. At around 9, I was done. I was having some awful jet lag so I got in bed. 

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm beeping. I turned it off and sat up. I noticed my roomate's bed perfectly made and no one in the room with me. I crawled out of bed and found a note on my desk: 

Dear roomate,

I have early classes and late classes. Thats why I wasn't in until late last night. I may have been partying too. Don't tell anyone! You were already asleep and I didn't want to wake you. I can't wait to meet you! How about meet me for coffee in the shop below our room at 3? If that doesn't work... just text me. There was a number written on the paper. 

Love, Your belieber roomate. (I perfer not to tell you my name until we formally meet)

I smiled. She seemed nice, but weird at the same time. She reminded me of Amelia. I moved from my desk and went into the tiny bathroom in the room. I got dressed. I was done just in time for my first class. I grabbed my bag and left my room.