RACHEL-
Cameras snapped all around me. I smiled and waved, signing autographs, giving handshakes. I loved my life, but I was in serious need of a break. A long break at that. My name is Rachel Marie, world known superstar, at only 17. Life is good, right? Yup, I know I love mine. Something is missing though. Something important. Every day I can feel it. This part of me is missing, and I don’t know it is. Hopefully over my break I can find it, or it can find me. Julie my bodyguard separated the crowd and made a path to the limo. I gave one last wave before stepped inside. “Kill me now mom.” I said looking into the face of my mother/manager.
“You did amazing.” She said, patting my knee.
“You say that after every concert.” I said looking out the window.
“Well, your fans obviously liked it.” She said. I took a deep breath.
“Hun, what’s wrong? You’re starting to act very depressed.” My mom said looking at me with worry.
“Something’s missing mom.” I said looking back at her. “My life is perfect, but for some reason, I’m still sad. Does that make me a bad person?” I asked.
“Hunny, everyone wants something they can’t have.” My mom said.
“I think this is something I need though mom.” I said. “I think it’s important.” I looked off into the world outside. My mom gave me a strange look and then told the driver to head back to the hotel. Atlantis Resort, I will be so glad when I come.
JUSTIN-
“Yeah, I know who she is. Who doesn’t?” I asked Scooter as he held up a picture of the singer Rachel Marie.
“Well, I think it would be great if you two could do a collab. song.” Scooter said.
“Sure.” I replied. I really didn’t care, but meeting her would be so amazing. She is super-hot. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes. Not to mention her body. What’s not to like?
“So, if I get in touch with her manager, you’ll do it?”
“Totally.” I said nodding. “But, isn’t she going on vacation?” I asked, suddenly remembering that I read about her leaving for the Bahamas.
“Yeah, and you’re going to go with her.” Scooter said with a smile.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, Kim and I already worked it out. I just thought I’d ask you and if you say no… Force you.” Scooter said with a smile.
“Wait, who’s Kim?”
“Rachel’s manager.”
“Great,” I mumbled. “How long will we be gone?” I asked.
“Three weeks.” Scooter replied.
“I guess I could use the break, I am Justin Bieber after all.” I said cockily.
“I know who you are.” Scooter said rolling his eyes.
“When do we leave?”
“You leave in five days.”
“Wait, you’re not coming?” I asked.
“Nope, just you, Rachel, Kenny, and Rachel’s bodyguard Julie.”
“How are we supposed to work on a collab song then?”
“Write it there. We will record it when you get back.” Scooter said.
“I feel like this is more than just writing a song.” I mumbled. Scooter shrugged. “I guess I should get packing.” I said, walking from the meeting room in the hotel to my own room. A vacation will be nice.
RACHEL-
“No.” I said.
“Hunny, it would be amazing.”
“No. This is my vacation, I do not want to think about work, let alone work with Justin Bieber.” I spat.
“Why? What is so bad about him?” My mom asked.
“You see the way he acts, he is so stuck up, and he thinks he’s a god.”
“Maybe it’s just an act. You’ve never had a conversation with him. Don’t judge hunny, you know better.” My mom scolded.
“Urg.” I growled, throwing my head into the pillows in my bed.
“Maybe he thinks you’re self-centered.” My mom said.
“I really don’t care if he does.” I snapped.
“Rachel Ann Marie! Do not talk to me like that.” My mom snapped back.
“I wanted a break mom.” I said calming down.
“It will be a break.” She said in a soothing voice.
“Yeah, sure.” I said sarcastically. My mom groaned.
“Talking to you is like talking to a rock sometimes.” She said walking over to her bed.
“I’m a cute rock though.” I said with a smile.
“An adorable rock.” She said. I got up went over to my suitcase.
“Are you staying in this hotel?” I asked packing away some more clothes.
“No, I think I might go down to Florida and stay with the grandparents.” I nodded.
“Well, tell them I say ‘hi’ if you do go.” I zipped up my bag and pulled out my second suitcase.
“Did you tweet yet?” my mom asked.
“Crap, no.” I said, pulling out my phone.
@RachMarie, Cali was great tonight! Best fans in the world. Luv ya!
I sent it, my mom’s phone buzzed. “Great.” She said. It was really strange that she followed my tweets. I stopped packing and went onto the computer to see what my fans tweeted me. I only get tweet texts from people I follow; if I got texts from every time someone posted me my inbox would always be full. Lots of “Love you.” “You were great.” “Can’t wait for you to come here.” And stuff. I scrolled through. My fans were amazingly supportive. Then I found something I didn’t want to see.
@justinbieber going on vaca with @RachMarie, gonna have a great time!
“Yeah, great time.” I mumbled.
“What?” my mom asked.
“Justin tweeting ‘bout going on vacation with me.
“Oh, well that’s good. Maybe you should follow each other.”
“Yeah, in his dreams.”
“Are we judging again?”
“No momma.” I said logging off the computer. I went back to packing. ‘Screw this,’ I thought, ‘I am going on vacation, and I will have fun.’ I told myself. I pulled out my phone.
@RachMarie RT @justinbieber going on vaca with @RachMarie, gonna have a great time! = You know it!
