Being stuck in a car for five hours with Gabe isn't what I'd call... fun. First of all, he was flirting with the flight attendant, which he took after PJ, way too much. And the worst part? She actually liked it. Talk about weird. Turns out, he got her number and they've been texting each other since we got to mom's sister's house.
Her name was Amanda, my mom's sister. She's pretty cool, but my mom is way cooler. And it takes a lot to say your mom is cool. Amanda said she hasn't seen me since I was really small and hasn't seen my mom since she was still having mood swings. It all turned out nicely and we're being social with each other now. So that's good, I suppose.
Gabe found a friend so he wouldn't have to go through "torcher" for much longer. But mom said she doesn't think that Gabe should be hanging around Andrew. I agree because he looks like a bad kid, and Gabe's already bad enough as it is. But I guess me, mom, and Amanda will have to wait and see.
Amanda said that I used to eat all of her lollipops when I came up. I said sorry, but everyone laughed when I said that. Even Amanda's dog laughed when I apologized. Talk about utter embarrassment.
Meanwhile, me and mom is supposed to go to the store down town. And I'm scared because she can get pretty embarrassing when it comes to grocery shopping. She turned the radio on and some type of talk show came on, but I managed to get some pretty interesting information while my mom was trying to work Amanda's car to change the station.
Turns out, the Justin Bieber is supposed to be doing a charity concert here in Chicago. Down town, may I add. So not only will I get utter embarrassment in public, but I will get utter embarrassment infront of Bieber fans and Bieber himself. What a wonderful sack of embarrassment that I totally wanted (sarcasm intended).
"Oh, hey, Charlie." my mom smiled, her head turned towards the stage that everyone was trying to get up on, while pushing the bugee towards the store. "Wonder who's playing."
"Justin Bieber." I told her, looking over to he who was moon-walking across the stage. He looked like he was genuinly having a good time. "I heard them say if on the radio while you were tearing up Amanda's car."
"Should we go see him-"
"Don't want to rick utter embarrassment, mom." I laughed, pushing her forward. She turned her head around to look at me.
"You really think that low of me?" she asked, sadness in her voice. I instantly felt a ping of guilt go through me. "Nah, you should think that low of me." she did an evil laugh before shouting, "HEY JUSTIN, COME DATE MY DAUGHTER!" I covered my face up, glad all of the girls were no match for my mom.
"Mom, please-"
"Let's go par-tay!" she giggled, rolling the bugee across the parking lot before grabbing my hand and running towards the stage. We all know that all my mom wants is attention and fame. "Woah! Mommabear is a-comin'!" she screamed, only running faster.
"Mom, please. Come on-"
"Don't ruin my fun now, Charlotte!" she smiled. She's never called me Charlotte, I barely even knew that was my name. I shrugged it off and began running with her, the scared feeling of getting embarrassed by my mom completely leaving me. I was ready to be embarrassed and have a good time. Go Duncans!
"Woo, go mom!" I shouted as my mom danced in the crowd of screaming girls. I laughed, but my laughter went silent and mom stopped dancing when the light went on her. I errupted in giggles, screaming, "Dance, mom!" she shrugged and began to dance again. Somehow, she began to booty-pop.
"Gettin' low, yeahhh!" she shouted, getting lower and lower on the ground. I kept laughing until I was snorting like a hog. One thing led to another and I was on the floor, laughing so hard that it was silent. You had to be there.
"If only Teddy were here to see this." I giggled, still on the floor. I somehow managed to calm down and when I could open my eyes, two purple surpa's were in front of my face. "Nice shoes, dude." I said, looking at them some more. I looked up to see the face of Justin Bieber, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"NIce laughing." he smiled. I smiled back and got up to see that he was a lot taller than me than I imagined. "Wow, you're short." he said, looking down at me.
"Thanks." I smiled. "..I think."
"My fun-sized, Charlie!" my mom laughed, hugging me.
"Mom, not in front of the star." I quietly scolded her before I was inturrupted by an angelic laughter.
"My mom's the same way, no need to worry." Justin laughed. "I'm Justin, Justin Bieber." he held out a hand, letting me shake it. His skin was soft and his hand was big.
"Charlotte Duncan, but everyone calls me Charlie." I smiled, letting go of his hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Want to come back stage?" he asked, leaning towards the stage. I looked over to my mom who started nodding her head like a maniac.
"Oh, diffidently." my mom said in that voice she does when she's trying to hide the excitement. I couldn't help but smile like an idiot when Justin grabbed my hand and led me backstage. Bieber fans were screaming, 'I'm her best friend, let me in!' the whole walk to the stage so I could get backstage. I got to sit on an orange beanbag because my mom took up the whole purple couch before I could sit on it.
It was all very amusing. Watching Justin hop around the stage and sing his heart out. I almost didn't realize hew finished and came backstage for a second.
"That was too cool." I smiled up to him. He smiled back.
"I'll be right back, gotta take a shower." he said before dashing off down the hallway.
"Yes he does." my mom murmured, waving the air away from her nose.
"Mother!" I scolded while a brunette lady came in. She smiled and looked a little bit like Justin. His mom, maybe?
"Hi, I'm Pattie- Justin's mom." she smiled, holding out her hand. My mom got up, just a little bit shorter than Pattie.
"I'm Amy- Charlie's mom." my mom smiled, shaking her hand. "This is Charlie, my daughter-"
"She gets it, mom." I shook Pattie's hand with a smile on my face. Justin came dashing through the door with his hair still barely damp.
"Okay, I'm back." he said, out of breath.
"Awesome." I nodded, re-collapsing in the orange beanbag while Justin did the same in the blue one. My mom and Pattie shared the couch.
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it's boring, I"M SORRY:((
