*8 days later* Justin came back home. He decided to stay with April even he doesn’t remember her. He wants his memories back.
Justin P.O.V.
I woke up in my room. First night in my house. Or our house… This girl, April, is so nice to me. I wish I could remember her. I wish I could remember everything. She gave me last night my twitter user name and password. I logged in on twitter. 39 000 000 followers?! Wow, well I really am a pop star… why I can’t remember? My fans posted so many messages like ‘Justin, I can’t live without you, please get better.’. I never thought they could love me so much… I decided to got up and get dress. I opened my closet. WOW! So many clothes… and I don’t have a clue what should I wear. Well maybe April knows my style…
-“Ummm, April, are you awake?” I yelled from my room.
-“Yes, I’ll be there immediately.” In 2 minutes a girl with long brown hair and sleepy brown eyes showed up in my door frame. Her eyes were puffy and red. She was wearing a purple pajamas. She is kinda… cute. She sat down on my bed and wiped her cheeks. Did she cry? I heard some sobs last night but I thought it’s just my imagination. Her cheeks were dry but she wiped them anyway.
-“What’s wrong?” She faked a smile.
-“What Justin Bieber wears?”
-“Ohhh, try something swag.” She said. What is this swag thing?!
-“Sorry, but what swag means?”
-“Ohhh, brother… let me help.” She got up and went to my closet. She picked some red jeans, white shirt, white snickers and a grey hoodie.
-“Ok, thanks.” I was about to take off my shirt when I realized she was still in my room. “Ummm, can you leave?”
-“Ohhh, sorry I forgot… sorry.” She blushed and left.
I put my shirt on and pulled up my pants. I found out that I really love Supras… I have a lot of pairs.
I went downstairs and found April in the kitchen. I think she was crying. I put my hand on her shoulder and she gasped.
-“Jesus, you scared me.” She said and turned around. When she saw me her jaw dropped.
-“Is something wrong?” I asked confused.
-“Y-Your pants. You never pulled them up before.”
-“Maybe…. If you say so.” I said and pulled them off a bit.
-“You can see my butt ” I said laughing.
-“Believe me, it’s not your problem… or it wasn’t…” She sighed and left. I followed her. She sat down on the couch and I sat in front of her, on the coffee table.
-“We should start.” I said.
-“Ok, what do you wanna know first?”
-“Ummm, my tattoos. What they mean?”
-“Well… this one means music in Chinese. This is koy fish, it means luck and someone who reaches a big goal in his life. The owl means wisdom. The believe, well you made it when your album Believe was released….” She explained all my 14 tattoos. She was so patient with me.
-“Ok, now, you said I can sing.”
-“You are the best. You can play guitar, piano, drums and trumpet.”
