Lucky Me (Justin Bieber fan fiction)

Chapter 6

The car ride to the 'mystery location' was long and boring. Especially since I didn't have my sense of sight right now. Not soon enough, the car stopped and I heard Justin pull the keys out of the ignition. I was dying to see where we were so I asked him,

"Can I take this stupid thing off and look where we are?"

"Hold on." He said. I heard him open and close his door and soon, I heard him open my door. I felt his hand on my hand. He wrapped his hand around mine and helped me out of the car.

"Thanks," I mumbled. I felt him leading me somewhere, and I was dying to know where. After a couple more steps, he stopped. I felt him let go of my hand and untie the blindfold. When the fabric dropped, I couldn't believe my eyes!

"Oh my god..." I was speechless.

"Is it too cliché? I mean we aren't even dating..." He asked me.

"Oh my bieber no!!!! It's perfect. Thank you so much!" I wrapped my arms around his neck. Then I felt him hug me back.

"Haha," he laughed.

"What?"

"You said 'oh my bieber' remember?" He chuckled.

I slapped him playfully on the chest.

"Shut up." I blushed, and looked down. I felt him put his hand under my chin and lift my head up.

"I think it's cute when girls say that." He whispered.

"Oh..." I mumbled.

He took my hand, and we turned to the beautiful sight. We were in a field with tall grass and a single tree. A picnic blanket was set up with a radio playing soft music. His guitar was on a stand and I had no idea why. Curiosity was getting the best of me so I asked him,

"Why is your guitar here?"

"No reason." He said.

"Yeah right." I mumbled.

We started walking towards the blanket and sat down on it. I just stared at the sunset which was absolutely beautiful, by the way. There was also a picnic basket at the tip of the blanket that Justin picked up and placed it between us. He started pulling out little snacks for us I share.

"I hope this is enough. I brought what I like so I hope you like the same things as me," he started listing the items, "So I got sour patch kids, yum. Watermelon, pretzels, cookies, raisins, chips, coke, sprite, and vitamin water."

"Oh my bieber are we having a feast?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hey, a dude's gotta eat!" He ranted.

"It's okay. I eat as much as you do. So don't feel bad." I reassured him.

"K." He answered and started to dig in. We ate almost the entire basket full of food. Everything was really freakin delicious.

When we finished eating, the sky was dark and twinkling, so I layed down on the Justin's lap. I stared at the stars, while he played with my hair. After what felt like two seconds, he stopped messing with my hair and crawled over to his guitar. He picked it up and grabbed the pic from his case. He crawled back over to me and I sat up. He put the instrument in his lap and patted the spot next to him.

"What is your favorite song by me?" He asked.

"Why do you think I like your songs?" I asked with a grin on my face.

"Well, I DID see you at a concert." He said with a smirk.

"Oh yeah."

"So what's your favorite?" He asked again.