Justin
Wow, she looks amazing. Her gorgeous eyes gazed into mine, sparkling with emotion.
"Oh, hey." She smiled, sighing with relief.
"Thought you would never show up." I joked, walking towards the board that held movie choices.
She lingered behind me, mumbling faint "ooh's" and "aah's" as she saw the bright city lights surrounding the area.
I stopped in front of the board, waiting for her presence beside me.
"So? What movie?" I offered for her to choose, silently praying she wouldn't choose the cliché chick flicks.
"What about that one?" She pointed to Hunger Games: Mockingjay part. 2.
I already went to the premiere though. Sigh. She must've noticed the boredom in my eyes, since she immediately changed her choice.
"Wait no, what about that one?" She pointed to Clown.
A horror movie? About clowns?
I inwardly gulped, cursing this theatre centre for replaying old movies for the fun of it. And this week's choice just had to be a horror movie. With clowns.
"Is Bieber afraid?" She mocked, pinching my cheek like I was a child.
I whacked it away, folding my arms.
"I'm not," I defended myself, "C'mon, the movie started five minutes ago." I avoided the topic.
She just giggled, following me to the ticket counter. There was a scrawny guy behind the counter. He looked about 16, with a bunch of pimples all over his face.
He practically eye-raped Madison. Mostly her chest area.
This made my blood boil.
"My eyes are here." I growled, pointing to my eyes to take his away from Madison's chest.
"S-sorry." He stuttered, looking down.
Madison slapped my arm, glaring at me.
"Forgive him, he's just super over-protective." She smiled at him, attempting to be kind.
He smiled back, making googly love eyes at her. Googly fucking love eyes!
"Clown. Two tickets." I slammed my hundred dollar bill on the counter, causing him to snap his head at me.
"Okay, uh-uhm, snacks?" He offered, sounding unsure of himself.
"Large popcorn, and two large Cokes." I demanded, my anger getting the best of me.
"Make mine diet Coke, please." Madison quickly added in, gripping onto my bicep to calm me down.
Her touch immediately soothed me. I didn't know anyone was capable of doing that.
"You don't need diet Coke, you know?" I mumbled into her ear, smirking while checking her out.
Her face flushed red, causing her to slap my arm and let go of my bicep. Nice going, Bieber.
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Started With a Lie
FanfictionIt was a slip of the tongue, she didn't know it would go this far. What if you lied about dating Justin Bieber to prove a point? What if he found out?
