Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 12: Studio

Chapter Twelve; Scandal

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Everyone was sleeping. There were manly snores coming from behind the curtain. The bus driver was sleeping on the big couch, and I was cramped on the small love seat. Sitting up on my bum, I pulled my knees up to my chest.

I can't believe I actually felt bad for him.

Like, who would've ever thought that Aubrey Owens would feel bad for Justin Bieber?

If he died, yeah then I would feel bad. I would give him respect for the things he had went through, but at this point I feel no emotion but confusion. The little fridge was in the back, and I didn't want to wake anyone up, so I didn't move. "Why are you still awake?" The driver croaked.

"I can't sleep." I mumbled between my knees. He muttered something, but I didn't hear. He stirred in his spot, then went back to sleep. It was probably around 2am, so I decided to lay down and try to sleep.

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"We'll do that later. Right now, we've gotta find a way to get her in the studio with us without being seen by paparazzi." Someone declared. Stirring in my spot, my head wasn't on the hard couch. It felt soft. Instead of getting up, I got in a comfortable position to listen on the conversation as if I was sleep. "Anyways, anyone got a plan?"

"I can drive out back, and she can take the back door." Another person said. Opening my eyes, I looked up to see the a ceiling. I looked around, then it hit me that I was laying in Bieber's bunk.

Who moved me and why?

"Mason," Bieber called, and I heard his footsteps getting closer. Once he walked in, Mason met him right in front of the bunk. They both looked at me, and I was staring at the blank wall. "Scooter gave us permission to leave after I record the song. But Moshe will be with us."

"Aight." They did their handshake, and went separate ways. So I'm going to be with Scooter all day? Yeah I know I'm on lock down, but I should be permitted to live my life. I should've just left last night when everyone was sleep. That would've been smart.

"Owens!" Scooter exclaimed. My mind was telling me to go, but my body was telling me to stay. My mind won, and I jumped off the top bunk. Once I had opened the curtain, and I looked at Scooter, and he looked at me. "You're joining them to wherever they go. Moshe, if she tries anything call me."

"Joy!" I faked a cheer, and bent down to my bags full of clothes.

"Shower is behind the other curtain."

After minutes of looking for an outfit, I finally pulled out one. It was a simple white t-shirt, jeans, adidas high tops, and a black leather jacket. My shower went quick, but as soon as I was done, I was pulled into the first part of the van.

Bieber, Mason, and Moshe were waiting for me. Mason tried to catch my eye contact, but my eyes were mainly on my shoes. "Hurry up, before they figure out the van is in the back." Scooter said.

Mason and Moshe gripped my arms, and they both carried me off the van, and into the backdoors of the studio. "You've all given me bruises. You're so lucky I'm not that rude to call the cops." I pushed them both off me, and caressed the marks on my arm.

Then we all went into the studio, and I listen to him recording his song.

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Today I was at my brother's football game! It was fun other than the headache I got, and the sun beaming down on us. Other than that, today was fun! And this chapter was just a filler chapter.

Anyways, I'm going to try to post as many chapters as I can this weekend :)

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