More Than A Fan (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 34: The Note

Justin's POV

I came home to a note that said:

"Justin,
    Maggie and I are going on a trip. Be home in a few days. Love you
                                       -Lizzy"

I took out some corndogs from the fridge and ate them for dinner. After eating I sat down on the couch and watched some tv. When I laid down in bed I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls or texts from Lizzy. Nothing. I texted her: "hope you're having fun with Maggie. I love you baby, be careful"

I spent the next few days out with Khalil. We went around LA and had a good time. When Sunday came around, I went to Scooter's for dinner.

"Where's Lizzy?" Scooter asked.

"She went on vacation about a week ago with her friend Maggie," I said. "But I haven't heard from her."

"Is she okay?"

"From what I know of, yeah."

"Have you tried calling her."

"Yeah but she hasn't answered."

"How about you call Maggie." Scooter suggested.

"That's a good idea," Alfredo said. "Something about that doesn't seem right."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well did she plan this trip?" Kenny asked.

"No I came home last Saturday and she left me a note saying she'd be home in a few days." I was getting nervous now.

"Call Maggie," Scooter said.

I dialed Maggie's number. It rang three times and she answered.

"Hey Maggie," I said.

"Justin! Hey, what's up?"

"How's the trip with Lizzy?"

"What trip?" Maggie said. "I'm at home."

"Lizzy told me a week ago that you guys went on a trip."

"I haven't seen Lizzy since she got drunk a week and a half ago."

"Oh my god," I said. "Where's Lizzy?"

"That's a good question."

My heart was racing and I hung up.

"She's gone," I said. "Lizzy's gone."

"Call her cell phone," Scooter said.

I called and she didn't answer.

"Okay, so let's call everyone she knows to make sure they haven't seen her before we freak out." Scooter said.

"Scooter she only knows us!" I stood up and started to pace back and forth.

"I'm calling the cops," Alfredo said.

I started to cry. How could I be so stupid and ignorant? Alfredo talked to the police for over an hour. There was a search party in LA, San Fransisco, and San Diego going. I posted her picture on Instagram and Twitter and let them know to contact police if they know where she is. I couldn't sit still. My mind and my heart was racing.

"They're looking for her," Scooter said.

"Who could do this to her?" I cried. "She has no bad blood with anyone. Who could be so sick to do this to someone like Lizzy?"

"Does she have any enemies? Anyone that hates her?" Kenny asked.

"No," I said. "That's what I mean. No one could possibly hate her."