I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Forty One

♥ surprise, s u r p r i s e ♥

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"Justin, you know exactly how well I hated surprises," I groaned and smacked his...somewhere? Stupid blindfold. Stupid him!

"Yeah?" He chuckled. "Well, you said it depends."

"But I don't wear blindfolds, when I'm going to see my surprise!" I retorted.

"Fine, fine, you win. Hold up, there's three steps," he held me while I went up.

Then some door opened and I guess the both of us stepped in.

He took off my blindfold and pitch black darkness surrounded us.

"Justin, it's dark. I can't see anything. I can't even see you," I coughed.

"Patience is the best virtue," he laughed. "One...two...three." He flicked the light switch on and went to hung the blindfold.

There stood someone.
Not just anyone.
Someone I haven't met in a long time.
The person I never wanted to see and never thought I'd see again...
Apparently I was proved wrong.

"Selena?!" Justin yelled in shock, right next to me.

"Hi, Justin! I didn't know you prepared us a lovely, romantic dinner with such a beauitful view!" She answered back with an evil, evil smile.

"No!" Justin cried, running his fingers through his hair. "What the fuck? That's not for you! Get out of here!"

"Wait, I thought it was for- " I didn't hear anymore.

I took a step back.
Then two steps.
Then three...
And I ran out of the place as fast as I could.

"Justine!!!" Justin screamed, trying his best to catch up with me. "Justine, baby, it's not what you think!"

I covered my ears with the palm of my hands and ran faster.

Everything is never what I think, Justin. NEVER.

I don't know where I was, but I spotted someone before me.

"Stop running," she rolled her eyes. "d'you really think I came here to mess with you? I came here as a surprise guest for Justin's next concert." She said in a matter-of-factly, and all I could think was I didn't really wanna know.

I remained quiet and tried to walk away after a few moments of awkwardness, but she started to talk again.

"Wait, hold on," she grabbed my arm and yanked me back. "I gotta let you know something."

Oh shit, please don't tell me she's had sex with Justin and she's expecting his child! Noooo!!!

"I just want to tell you that, I'm really sorry for what I did to your little brother - who - is - really - cute, and every inconvenience I've caused to you and Justin. And by what I just said, it's pretty obvious  that I'm giving up on Justin, because...well...I've found another guy who knows how to cherish me better," She said, this time with a genuine smile across her lips.

I smiled a little, partly because a part of me was happy for her and because the other part of me was happy that she finally wanted to give up on Justin. And so, I turned around and faced her. "Really?"

Her smile broadened, and she nodded, stretching her hand out. "Best friends?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Girl, are you kiddin' me? How do I know if you're talking real business here?"

She laughed. "Because I'm getting married and I think you're pretty cool."

I gaped. "Oh," a smug smile appeared on my face. "I know that. Hah, thanks. But wait a minute, you're getting what now?!"

She laughed harder this time. "I said I'm getting married. Is it that hard to understand?"

I smiled again. "Well then, I'm happy for you." I held out my hand.

She looked at my hand, then back at me, then to my hand, then back to me. "What's this for?"

"One... Two... Three... Oops, seems like you don't want me as a best friend, huh? Oh, that's fine," I pretended to drop my hand and spun around swiftly.

She gasped and grabbed my hand, shaking it multiple times. "Who says I didn't want you as a best friend?"

I laughed. "I was just joking. See you tomorrow in the concert." I smiled and walked away, but stopped. "And by tomorrow, I want you to tell me every single detail."

She grinned sheepishly and nodded, before walking off.

I just earned a frieeeeeeeeeeeend.