My Date With A Lynch || Raura

3.3

Laura's POV

Justin drove us to the water park. We're currently outside. I open my door and step out, Justin mimicking my actions. I start walking towards the park as he tries to catch up with me. I reach the entrance and as he catches up, he grabs my arm firmly and pulls me aside. I wince softly as I'm pulled into a small room.

"Be quiet. You will do as I say, okay?" Justin orders. I nod and he smiles. "Good." He opens the door and I walk out, getting back to what I was doing before hand; entering the park. I walk towards the lockers and pay for one, opening my numbered locker and shoving my bag into the tiny space. I walk back out with my towel in hand. Justin walks up to me and grabs my arm, pulling me somewhere. I sigh as soon as we reach the destination. The giant water slide. I don't do too good with heights.

"I- I'm afraid of heights..." I inform him. He shrugs and chucks me over his shoulder. He starts running towards the giant slide, making my stomach bounce on his shoulder. Which, might I say, hurt very much. "Put me down!" I complain.

"No way!" He laughs. I try to push myself off of him but his grip is too tight. "Why are you squirming? Stop it!"

"No! Put me down, Justin!" I yell at him. He sighs and I bet he rolled his eyes too. I groan and cross my arms. I get an idea and smile to myself. "Everyone!! It's Justin Bieber!!!" I yell. Justin puts me down, death glares me and then starts running. He grabs my hand and bolts to the slide. "No!!"

"Justin!!!" One girl yells out.

"Oh Justin, I love you!" Another girl with brown hair screams.

"Oh my god, are you getting this on video Elma?! It's Justin Bieber!!" A girl running with another girl that had a camera says.

"Justin, have my babies!" A blonde girl with a large chest exclaims. My god, these girls are weird.

"Stop running away from me Justin!!" The girls all scream out so that it sounded like a weird mumble of screams. He stops running and turns around, looking at all the girls.

"STOP!! I'm TRYING to have a special day with a girl I LIKE! So go AWAY!" Justin yells. I freeze as all the girls glare at me. What? I didn't do anything. I want to get away from Beaver.

"What are you looking at? I hate this guy. You's can have him!" I yell out, slipping out of his grip and running away from him. God! Can I not have five minutes alone? As I run away, I look back for a long period of time, which causes me running into a brick wall and blacking out. How fun...note the sarcasm.

But as it turns out, this was just a bad dream where I relived the far fetched trauma of being flown to Justin Bieber's home.