Being A Braun - (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 3

After Scooter left, i checked out the house again, admiring everything from the furniture, to the modern technology, to the pictures of us he had on his walls.

After awhile, i decided to unpack my things, settling that it would pass time and that when he got back we could just chill and not have anything we needed to do.

I spent a good hour hanging up every single outfit and stacking my pairs of shoes along a shelf in the wardrobe. I tucked my underwear, pjs, socks and bikinis into separate drawers then sorted my makeup, hair brush, perfume, hairdryer and straighteners onto draws of the dressing table. I took out the photos i'd brought and placed them neatly on my bedside tables, smiling at them happily.

I pulled out my songbook and placed it under my mattress for safe-keeping.

That was my secret.

I loved singing, and i loved writing music. I wasn't that good though... It was just my escape.

If ever i felt stressed or upset or even loved, i could just pull out my songbook and express myself. I played piano and guitar too, having had lessons in piano since i was young.

Only my Mom, my grandparents and Sophie really knew that i sung. They would all coo and insist i was really good but i think they were always just being polite.

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Scooter arrived home an hour or so later, carrying two boxes of pizza into the living-room.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hola."

He set the pizza down on the sofa before taking off his jacket and shoes and plopped down next to me.

"You been okay?"

"Yeah." I smiled. I opened one of the boxes up, beginning to tuck in. "What did they need you for?"

"Oh i just had to help Justin out with something. I gave him the day off but i guess he didn't take it. He's one dedicated kid."

"Justin Bieber?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. I always thought he was a spoilt brat with with a bad attitide."

Scooter laughed. "Well no. He's not." He said.

I smiled at him.

I took a bite of my pizza, gazing at the picture of him and Scooter on the coffee table.

"So what is the Biebs really like?"

"'The Biebs'?" He grinned. "Uh, he's pretty much just a down to earth kid with a big talent and a big heart."

I studied him. "Oh."

"Why do you ask? You a secret belieber or something?"

I laughed. "Definitely not. I'm just intregued."

Scooter chuckled, shaking his head at me.

"So what are your plans for tomorrow?" He asked.

"Uh, im not sure. Uncle Adam called the other day and invited me out for lunch but thats it." I replied. "What are you doing?"

"Well i was gonna head back down to the studio, i've got a few meetings to attend. You can come with me if you want?"

"Really?" I smiled. "Im allowed to do that?"

"Sure." He laughed. "Hey, you can meet Justin Bieber too. Every Beliebers dream." He teased.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I am not a Belieber." I reminded him.

"So you like, haven't even listened to his music?"

"I guess i've obviously heard some." I said.

"But you're not crazy over him?"

"Exactly. I just don't fangirl so much over him."

Scooter chuckled. "That's a first." He said. "I think he'll like you Ri."

"Why?"

"He likes it when people don't fangirl over him. He's a normal guy inside and he likes it when people like him for him, not because he's famous."

I nodded. "Makes sense."