Lucky Me (Justin Bieber fan fiction)

Chapter 28

This can't be happening! I'm now looking at the ground beneath the balcony of the hotel room. There is Justin's body. Laying on the hard concrete. Dead.

A/N
Lol just kidding. I know I'm evil. Now read on.

We were now on the plane, on the way to SanDiego. I was listening to music, when A Team by Ed Sheeran came on. When it got to the chorus, I sang it quietly.

"They say, she's in the class A team. Stuck in her day dream, been this way since 18. Lately, her face seems slowly sinking wasting. Crumbling like pastries. And they scream, the worst things in life come free to us. And we're all under the upper hand. Sell love to another man. She don't wanna go outside tonight." I felt someone tap on my shoulder. I turned my head, and Justin was sitting there with a smile on his face. I paused the song, and took my earphones out.

"Yeah?" I asked quietly. I don't know why my voice came out in a whisper...

"I just wanted to say that we're gonna land in about an hour. Ryan and Chaz are meeting us in San Diego." He said.

"Yay!" I said cheerfully clapping my hands. Justin chuckled.

"What?" He asked with smile.

"I've always wanted to meet them. I wanna see if Chaz is really the stupid one and if Ryan is really the flirty one. True story bro." I said getting up to get something to eat.

"Trust me. That's the way they are." He said following me. I opened a cabinet, and looked through it. I found some goldfish, and grabbed the bag, taking it back to my seat. I took my headphones out, and restarted the song. Justin and I sang in harmony.

"White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men" I sang the next part by myself strongly.

"And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream" Justin joined me.

"The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die." We finished the song and looked up. Everyone was standing there video taping us and clapping.

"That wasn't meant to be recorded." I said with a scowl. They all laughed and turned the cameras off. Pattie sat on the right side of me, while Justin was on my left on his phone.