I Will Try, To Fix You - Justin Bieber Love Story

I had just gotten off my shift at work.

"Stupid work." I whispered to myself. It payed barely anything, and the manager was a total piss off. I got into my car and drove home. My house was a little house, a nothing. I didn't know how me and my sister, Elena, lived in it. I entered the house. Immediately, my sister came running.

"How was work? What did you get?" Elena asked. She was a little 11-year-old, so she was really hyper and immature.

Elena and I have been poor for a long time. We used to live with our father, who abused us. He was caught, and taken to jail. They were going to give us to someone to adopt, but I asked them if we could live alone. They said okay, and they'd give us a house, but they'd check on us often. We've gone through a lot.

"I got money, no worries. But for you...I only got this." I handed her a pack of Sugarbabies. I watched her tear it open. I sighed.

I turned on our small TV, if you could call it that. It had four stations: FOX News, Weather Channel, Disney, and MTV. It happened to be on MTV, so I left it there.

"Justin Bieber..." The reporter on the TV said. I groaned. I didn't need to know about some rich famous kid. I changed the channel to Disney. It was some stupid show. Whatever. At least it wasn't about Justin Bieber.

"What are we going to eat for dinner?" Elena asked. I went to the fridge and looked.

"Bagel and cream cheese. Or butter." I answered. Elena sighed, disappointed.

"We've had bagels for a week now! Why can't the police or WHOEVER is keeping an eye on us give us more food?" Elena complained.

"Oh, Elena. This thing is a whole test, don't you see?! If we ask for food, they'll know that we can't support ourselves, and we need someone to take care of us - PARENTS. You don't want that, do you?" I explained. Elena groaned.

"Well, this is hell." Elena said.

"I know." I agreed.

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We were eating our bagels and watching TV, when the broken doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door.

"Holy..." I whispered. It was that Bieber kid. Here. In my crappy house. What was he doing here?!

"Um, do you know how to get to LA from here?" Bieber asked. He looked a little nervous. I don't blame him, my town isn't the safest place. For all he knew, a drunk guy could have opened the door. Lucky for him, it was me.

"Yeah, just go straight down this main road, for about twenty minutes. You'll reach LA." I told him.

"Main road?" Bieber laughed. "What main road?"

"I know. Not much of it, is there? This stupid town can't supply electricity some of the time. Whatever. Doesn't matter. With this house, I don't get electricity sometimes even when it's up." I sighed. Bieber raised an eyebrow.

"That's terrible. Mind if I come in?" Bieber asked. I nodded, kind of smiling. I held the door opened and he entered.

"Good idea. For all you know, a guy could come up behind you and shoot." I said. Bieber looked a bit shocked. I sighed. He didn't get it, did he?

"Nice house." Bieber commented. I hit his arm.

"Don't be like that. It's shit. This is my sister, Elena." I said. Elena looked up, a bit shocked to see Justin Bieber. She smiled, and nervously turned back to the TV. She was shy with new people.

"You live alone?" Bieber asked.

"Yes. Just me and my sister. We used to llve with our dad. He was arrested. Luckily we didn't have to get adopted. Just got this whole in the wall, and the police check in every month, twice." I explained.

"Oh. Sorry about your dad." Bieber said.

"It's fine. He's a jerk. You do not want to know what he did to me and Elena." I sighed.

"Oh..." Bieber whispered. He got what I meant. I nodded slowly. "Well, I better go. Thanks - wait, can I get your number?"

"Oh! Oh - okay." I said. Why did he want my number? "### - ### - ###." He gave me his.

"What's your name?" Bieber asked. I smiled. He wanted to know my name. But, why? Did he feel bad? So many people felt bad. It was getting old.

"Skylar. Skye. Nickname's Skye." I told him.

"Alright, Skye." Bieber said softly. He smiled, and I smiled back.

"And yours?" I teased. Bieber smiled even wider.

"Justin." Bieber said. I smiled and shook his hand.

"See sometime...maybe." I said.

"Definitely." Justin corrected. I looked down, trying to hide my smile.

With that, he was off.