My Friend Justin

Chapter Three

"Honey, you're gunna be late if you don't wake up now." Mom says softly. "It's eight."

I sit up lightning fast.

"EIGHT?!"I jerk frantically, grabbing a towel and my clothes. I glance at the clock. It reads 7:00am in big bold letters.

My face instantly goes into a “Not cool.” stance.

"Mom! You liar!"

She chuckles lightly.

"You are so easy to prank Ashleigh. Justin helped me with that one. 'Simplest one in the book' apparently." she claps her hands

. "Now, since you're up, you should be able to get ready in plenty of time if you get out of bed now."

Hmrph. Stupid bieber. I roll out of bed and push past her, growling slightly. She chuckles again.

Shower. Clothes. Hair-dryer. Straighteners. Done.

Lucky charms spill into my bowl as i eye them hungrily. Best cereal ever.

"So how's school going?" Mom asks, switching on the radio.

"Well thanks, i've made a couple of friends."

"What about Justin? Does he get bothered a lot?"

"Uh, he's doing fine i think. Only one girl completely fangirled over him the other day. But i suspect when he releases all these new songs he'll be massive." i shake my head sadly. "Then he wont have enough time for me."

"Oh honey, he'll always have time for you." she reassures me.

"Hm. We'll see."

"MY FAVOURITE, MY FAVOURITE, MY FAVOURITE, MY FAVOURITE GIRL."

I roll my eyes.

"I guess that's my call to leave. Bye mom" I kiss her cheek.

Opening the door reveals Mr. Bieber as always, wearing a blue atlanta cap, blue suprahs and a silver chain. (obviously other stuff, but they were the only things stood out.)

"What are you wearing?" I smirk.

"I'm wearing all the hip stuff man, gotta get my swag on." he pops his imaginary collar.

"Are you kidding?"

"Heck no! I got swag." He starts to dougie across the sidewalk.

When he becomes richer and more famous, i'm gonna miss the old him. He'll probably turn into a big jerk who thinks the world revolves around himself. Savour these moments.

He stops dancing when he realises i'm staring at him hard. "What's up? Why aren't you laughing?"

I take a big gulp of air. "Promise me you'll never change? Ever."

He stares at me and grins. "I wont if you wont." He flicks my nose.

"But seriously don't. I don't want you to forget about me when you're rich and famous."

I look at him, he nods. "Who could ever forget your big, hairy, yeti-like self anyways? Not me."

Justin links my arm and starts to skip joyfully all the way to school forcefully. I try to escape, laughing, but he ignores me and starts to sing Oprah.  

We get all sorts of stares on the way there, but i just kinda forgot to care.

  Passing the school gates, Justin turns to me .  “By the way, did you enjoy your early wake up call this morning? I thought you needed more time in the morning to get ready since you always look so terrible.” He sticks out his tongue at me. How mature.