Justin
Today was supposedly the way we had to meet.
I stink. I sit on my couch, my back hurts and my hair is all messy. I look out through the big window on my living room back to my patio. It's a beautiful day in Los Angeles, but I don't feel like spending a beautiful day. I feel like wrapping myself in blankets until I look like a burrito and stay in bed watching all the Fast and Furious movies all day. With fries and a burger.
I'm starting to think about breakfast when my phone rings from the other side of the room. I pick it up and frown at the name on the screen. I answer.
"Mom?" I ask.
"Justin Drew Bieber, do you want to tell me anything?" she says slowly.
"I don't know what you mean" I say nonchalantly.
"Why am I getting all these questions about a drunk tweet on twitter? Did you really tweeted that while you were drunk?" she asks in disbelief.
"Yes" I answer because I don't want to lie to my mother.
"Justin, darling. Is there something you want to talk about? Maybe over breakfast?"
Shit. I know what this means. It means now, like, she is going to hang up and in five fucking minutes she'll be knocking on my door like nothing, probably bringing lots of fruit, since I apparently don't feed myself well.
"Mom, is really not necessary" I try to convince her.
"Don't be silly, darling" she says firmly, "It's been quite a while since we don't have a mother-son little chitchat" she laughs.
"So I guess you're coming over?" I ask, hoping I'm wrong.
Don't get me wrong here. I love my mother more than anything in this world, but in these situations I prefer avoiding her until things are cool. She always gets super worried when "scandals" happen. We had the worst year that time I was breaking up with my ex-girlfriend and made some awful choices. She asks a lot of questions and insists on what's wrong, what am I doing, am I eating well, if I'm depressed or if I want to take a brake from this.
Being this my whole life.
And I don't, I don't want to take a break from my career. I just want to take a break from the drama, the paparazzi, the people I've never met who are so interested on making me look like shit.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes" she finally answer.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
sorry // justin bieber
FanfictieIn which a girl who no longer calls herself a belieber engages on a conversation with Justin Bieber via twitter.