All I Am is an Another Girl, So Don't Bother -*- A Justin Bieber Love Story -*-

All I Am is an Another Girl, So Don't Bother- Chapter 1

->Chapter 1<-

(A/N: I made this story because of my BFF, Gabby. Love you like a sister, Gab! Anyways, this is a Justin Bieber Love Story. Er, so on with the story! Anyways, two of my best friends are in this story. Brianna, or as we call her Beeber. Like I said before (I lied), on with the story! And this time, no interruptions. (: Bye!)

Maya’s POV

“You know you love me, you know you care…” my alarm sang, causing me to throw a pillow at it. Ugh, I thought with disgust, why’s everyone obsessed with him? He looks like a girl and sings like one. Ugh.  

I ran over to the radio and smacked the off button. Thank the Lord! I took my iPhone off the charger and looked for any new texts or calls. There were two calls and four texts from Gabby and three texts from Brianna, or as we call her, Beeber, for being a huge fan of him. I sighed and looked at the texts. They all said something along the lines of: Hey, Maya! Wuz up? Anyways, me and Beeber have a surprise for you. Meet us at school in the cafeteria! See ya there, chika! I sighed again and walked into my closet. I decided on wearing a pink ruffle shirt and some black short-shorts http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=34857606 . I went over to my bathroom and I put on light eye shadow, mascara, foundation, and lip gloss. I smiled, satisfied, and put my wavy, brown hair into a pony tail. I slung my backpack over my back, grabbed my phone and MacBook Air, and went to the kitchen. Jackson, my 5 year old brother, was sitting on a stool at the island and I pecked him on the cheek.

“Mornin’ Jackson.” I said, ruffling his hair. I grabbed some Fruit Loops and the milk and sat down next to him. We ate in silence until Maddie; my younger sister came running down the stairs singing along to Justin (barf) Bieber’s ‘Somebody to Love’.

“I just need somebody to love. I-I don’t need too much, just somebody to love. Somebody to love. I don’t need nothing else, I promise girl, I swear. I just need somebody to love. I need somebody. I-I need somebody…” she sang. I groaned and threw a pillow at her. She ducked and it hit the picture of the family. Me, my mom, Maddie, Jackson, and… my dad. Tears started to form in my eyes, threatening to spill. Dad’s dead. Stupid Vietnam.

“Please stop, Mad.” she nodded and I washed my bowl and put it in the dishwasher. A note on the front door informed me that Stacy, my mom’s friend, would take Maddie and Jackson to school for me. I opened the door and walked out.

~•~

“Maya, you’re going to love us!” Brianna squealed. Whenever she squealed like that, it was about Justin Bieber. I gulped.

“We’re going to a Justin Bieber concert with BACKSTAGE PASSES!!!” Gabby practically yelled. Everyone stared at us and I slapped her arm.

“Really?” I hissed, quietly. They both knew I hated him. I would do anything, even bribing, so my friends wouldn’t annoy me by talking nonstop about JB. Ugh.

“Please!” they both pleaded, on their knees with puppy-dog faces. I HATE THOSE PUPPY-DOG FACES!!!

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasssssseeeeeeeeee.”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

“Please, please, with cherry on top?” Brianna asked.

“Fine.” I groaned. They cheered.

“On one condition. When we go there, you will not force me to do anything, wear anything, etc. Okay? I don’t have to act like I have ‘Bieber Fever’.” I stuck out my hand for a deal.

They glanced at each other and Gabby said, “Deal.” We shook hands and I asked when it was.

“Tonight. At 5:00p.m. We’ll leave early.” Brianna replied. I rolled my eyes as the bell rang.

“Gotta go to English, blah. See ya at 5.” I said, hugging them.

~•~

I looked at my clock. 3:48 p.m. I had about 30 minutes before I had to get ready. I texted Mom.

-Text Conversation (M: Maya; K: Kimmie -Maya’s Mom-)-

M: Hey Mom.

K: Hey Sweet-Pea. What’s up?

M: Nothing. Just wanting to know if I can go out tonight w/ Gabby and Brianna.

K: Where?

M: Concert.

K: Do you have any homework tonight?

M: Nope.Finished it all already! :D (Btw, it’s Friday O.o)

K: Sure, you can go. What time?

M: 5 p.m.

K: Be back by 10 alright?

M: Of course. Thanks! :D

K: No problem, oh gotta go. My boss says hi though.

-End Text Conversation-

I put on some ripped-up, dark blue jean short shorts and a black plaid shirt. I put on my dad’s dog tags before grabbing my sunglasses and shoes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=34858062). I checked the clock again. 4:24 p.m. I went into the bathroom and straightened my hair. I decided to go to the mall before Brianna and Gabby picked me up so I texted them saying where I was. Gabby replied that the concert was there, so I just brought my stuff.

I went to Hollywood Hairstyles and decided to redo my highlights. I decided on a neon green strip and a neon blue strip. THen, I walked over to Hollister and I bought a pair of sweats. I looked at my watch and saw I had 10 minutes before I had to go meet Beeber and Gabby at the food court’s Yozen Frogurt . So I went to a sport shop and I bought Jackson, Maddie, and myself NY Yankee’s hats. It was Dad’s favorite team. A tear rolled down my cheek.

A guy in a hoodie and sunglasses came up to me.

“Hi, are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

“Yeah,” I replied, “I just remembered something.” As I said this, I held the dog tags in my hand.

“That’s cool. I like your highlights.”

“Er, thanks? Um, I have to go. I have to meet my friends. See ya.” I said, purchasing the hats. I walked past him and he seemed sad. Strange.

(A/N: Gabby, hoped ya liked it! It was kinda hard for me, though. :|. Not fun. It’s the first story I’ve written. So, yeah. As I’m grounded, I can’t upload it. :’(. Anyways, give me feedback. Thanks! And if you can make a cover for me, I’d be eternally grateful. Email me the link at oli@roadrunner.com. Thanks!)