Baby, Baby, Baby NOO! ||Justin Bieber||

Chapter One : How It All Started

Justin! Justin! Justin! Justin!

My name was being screamed by who know how many girls.

Justin! Justin! Justin! Justin!

I feel sorry for the parents that have to sit there, and listen to it all. They could be at home, watching a football game, or knitting, but they were stuck here, of all place, waiting for me to show up.

Justin! Justin! Justin! Justin!

The only bad thing? I'm trying to sleep, and the girls are outside my hotel. Yea, I'm not at a concert. I've actually finished a concert about two hours ago, and there were still girls outside. I could hear the hotel manager threatening to call the cops if the girls don't stop, and go home, but that didn't help at all.

I tooka two asprins for my head. For once in my life, I actually was getting annoyed by the sound of my name.

"Maybe if you throw your shirt down the road, they'll all leave." Ryan joked over in the other room. He didn't want to leave, cause anyone who hung out with me, or was part of my crew, they would get ran over by my fans, asking for my cell number, or once, a girl asked for my shoes.

"Yea, then come back for more." my mom joked back, and Ryan shrugged.

"It was an idea."

I rolled my eyes, and plopped myself on the couch in the living room. My mom poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat next to me. Ryan tried to beat my score on Modern Warfare on the X-Box.

"Well, you better get some sleep, Justin." my mom announced as the clock struck two o'clock in the morning. The noise outside seemed to die down, but I could hear maybe a small group outside, still waiting for me to pop my head out, and say 'hi' or something.

I shuffled into my small hotel room, and burried myself under the blankets. They smelled like a fresh field of flowers, and I smiled.

"Good night, ladies." I said, and fell into a peaceful sleep, just as the girls started to sing 'Baby'

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