#recommended: Just A Fan { Justin Bieber love story }

Chapter One: Meet the Crew

ATTENTION:
I am not the author! I just posted this story because I really loved it [ I read it 3 times]
All rights reserved to @FaithInTheBiebs.
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Lucy's P.O.V.

"HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT!!!" I screamed as i enter the house, throwing my school bag on the floor. "What happened?" my mum appeared from the kitchen with a puzzled look on her face. "Justin Bieber just landed in Canada" i yelled as i started running towards my room. "God damn it Lucy. You scared me" i heard my mum yelled from downstairs as she probably reenter the kitchen to continue her cooking. I chuckled to myself before realizing the huge problem i was dealing with.

What to wear?

Justin was staying in a hotel in my tow. My freaking town. I mean i knew he was from here but i never thought he would actually stay in a hotel here. See the paparazzi were all around his house with screaming fans so Scooter has booked all of the crew a few night over the most expensive hotel here. What can i say, if you have money, you should spend it.

I particularly run to my closets running my hands over every piece of clothing i found in front of me before throwing it behind it. I need to find something proper. I mean who knows, this must be my only chance to meet Justin i don't want to look like crap.

I sighed as i saw nothing good enough for me to wear. I HAVE to wear something purple. I mean purple is his favorite color. I NEED him to notice me. My green eyes lit up at the sight of a casual purple shirt. I smiled approvingly and took a shower before changing to that purple top with some skinny ripped jeans and my sneakers. I let loose my hair from my messy bun and started brushing them. Thank not only god but Jesus for giving me straight pin hair so i don't really have to do anything with it to look tamed.

I put on some light pink lip gloss, not too much since i know Justin doesn't like girls who wear a lot of make up and thank god i wasn't one of those girls. I believe in natural beauty. I smiled to myself, for once in my life i wasn't looking that bad. I grab my phone and my "Believe" CD with a black marker since i wanted Justin to sign it for me. I grab my blue camera and run down the stairs.

"Whatever it is, smells amazing but i can't stay-" i was rumbling on until i saw the look on my mum's face. I swallowed hard. Man, if looks could kill i would be dead as fuck right now. I chuckled as i scratch the back of my head. "I guess i can stay for a little while...." i gave her an awkward smile before sitting down in front of my now full with pasta plate. She chuckled at me and took the seat opposite me.

I immedietly began eating since i wanted to get done with it and go meet my future husband. Seventeen and still believing that Justin will be your husband? Yeap. Pathetic much? Yeap. But what can i say? This Canadian dude has me wrapped around his finger. "So mister Famous came back?" my mum raised her eyebrows at me. I sighed. "Mum!" i whined. "How many times do i have to tell you?" i gave her an annoyed look. "Don't call him like that. His name is Justin" i continue while glaring at her before shoving some pasta in my mouth.

"God child you're gonna puke don't eat that fast" she looked at me with wide eyes. I grinned at her. "And where are you going anyways?" she asked, suspicious. I swallowed my food hard. "I uh....well..." i started stuttering. "Justin is staying in a hotel not far from here and i was wondering if i could-" "No" she interrupt me. I sighed. "But you didn't even heard what i was going to say" i complained while crossing my arms in front of my chest, slightly pissed with my own mum.

"You were going to ask me if you could go see that Bieber kid, were you?" she narrowed her eyes at me. I looked at the floor and nodded. "Well the answer is no" she stood up and took both of our plates before putting them in the sink and started washing them. "Mum. Please" i stood up and walked a bit closer to her. "No Lucy" she insisted. "Don't you trust me?" i cried out. "It's them i don't trust. There gonna be so many girls there hun. I don't want you getting squash" he locked her gaze with mine.