I was woken up by the sound of birds chirping in my window.
I slowly stretched and grabbed my phone from the bed side table.
It was 9am. I started to go throw my twitter timeline till I found a pictures of me and justin.
The tweet said "Justin's new girl or just a side?!?" This kinda pissed me off.
I went on to the tmz website and found the pictures in seconds.
"John Sandersons, (owner of Leagcy Records) daughter Brooklyn Sanderson was found yesterday with heart throb Justin Bieber. The two seemed very close and comfortable with each other. Is this a new chick or just a side for the biebs?"
I am not a fucking side! But I'm not his girl either I thought. I decided to just ignore it and go get breakfast.
I walked down stairs and instantly smelt pancakes and bacon. My mom was in the kitchen cooking.
"Morning mama!" I said siting on the bench to the bar.
"Morning Brookie!" She sat a plate in front of me with orange juice.
"So I have a question." She said as she wiped her hands off.
"What's a side girl?" She asked with a very confused face.
Great. my mom saw the article.
"And another thing, why is my daughters name all over tmz?" My dad asked as he walked into the kitchen.
"Well good morning to you to dad." I said kinda annoyed.
"Answer the question." My dad said.
"I don't know! Paparazzi followed us and got a couple pictures. It's no big deal." I said grabbing a piece of bacon.
"What were you doing with justin anyways?" My mom asked.
"we went out for brunch." I said.
"Are you guys dating or something." My dad asked.
"No. And as much as I love 21 questions can we please stop." I said.
"Fine I'll cut to the chase, your not allowed to talk to justin." My dad said.
"You gotta be kidding." I chuckled. I stopped laughing till I realized neither of my parents faces changed.
"Your kidding right?!? I hangout with him once and you guys go crazy." I said.
"No more justin. I can't risk you building relations with my clients. This isn't the time for our company to get this type of coverage."
"And to go on, he just got arrested last month, I can tell he's been smoking... He just needs time to find himself." My dad said nonchalantly.
"Or maybe he needs someone to be there for him. Didn't think about that huh." I said.
"He has family and friends Brooklyn. He has plenty of people. Now don't get me wrong I love the kid. He's a amazing artist and I'm incredibly privileged to work with him..... But he's not your perfect guy."
"I'm done trying to find your perfect guy for myself."
"That's not what were saying." My mom said.
"Oh please. You haven't liked any guy I've talked to. You want me to find a Ivy League kid who's "perfect" but guess what! I want a guy who will show me a good time and who isn't perfect!"
