Believe In Me(Justin Bieber Story)

Is He Checking Me Out?

Chapter 4: Is He Checking Me Out?

I suddenly thought this was all a dream. I was frozen in my position. I couldn't comprehend anything. I could NOT believe he was standing in front of me when I had just seen him live last night singing his heart out. I always hoped I would meet him at a meet and greet or be the one less lonely girl or something. But this? This is not how I imagined to meet him at all.

I stared into those chocolate brown eyes. In his eyes, I could see my reflection and that he was staring at me too. He sucked in his lips and he said, "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

Dumbfounded, I tried to speak but no words came out. Then I realized I had been screaming last night. So now I have a hurt head, a hurt ankle, and I lost my voice. I couldn't answer Justin's question by words so I just nodded timidly.

"Are you sure? Can you try walking on it?" Justin asked. 

I shrugged and tried getting up. I got myself up and tried walking. It was a limping walk but I still could walk. "Did you want to lie down?" Justin said. I nodded again.

Once I made it to the same tan couch, Justin followed behind and I sat down on the couch. So did he. I was so nervous. One minute I'm in a luxurious house, the next I'm meeting Justin Bieber? Oh my God this is so unreal. There was a little bit of silence. Mostly because I didn't know what to say. What is there to say? You can't just have a regular conversation, can you? 

"Well, this is not exactly how I wanted to start the conversation." He told me, chuckling slightly. "But hey, I know that you know me. You were at my concert last night."

I did not want to be awkward, but I felt flustered and found it hard to speak with a hoarse voice. All I did was nod.

I noticed the clothes he was wearing. He had on a plain black v-neck shirt with black skinny jeans. His hair was down and natural and he wore his black supras. He smiled not showing his perfect teeth. He stared at me and brung his eyes down to look at what I was wearing. Is he checking me out?

I was wearing a white shirt with a picture of Justin. Above the picture, it said, 'JUSTIN BIEBER'. It fit me a little loose which I liked. I had on dark blue skinny jeans and black converse. I left my wavy hair natural and I had a little bit of makeup including mascara, brown eyeshadow, and eyeliner. 

Justin looked at my shirt and smirked. I blushed a bright red and smiled. He turned away and plopped his elbows on his thighs, intertwining his fingers. After a minute of silence, he asked me, "Do you want a drink or anything? Are you hungry?"

I opened my mouth but then remembered that I couldn't speak. So I closed it. 

"Can you talk?" Justin asked me. 

I put my hand up to my throat and shook my head.

Justin looked at me confused. One of his eyebrows was cocked upwards. "Your throat hurts?" 

I nodded, whispering in a raspy and unflattering voice, "I lost my voice."

He smiled. "Oh, that makes sense. Did you scream too much?" 

I blushed, covering my mouth out of habit.

He laughed showing his perfect teeth and stood up. "Well I'm pretty hungry myself. Why don't you follow me?" 

I nodded and although my ankle was fragile, I followed him to wherever it was that he was going. 

What is even going on right now? I thought.

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