Usher's Hidden Princess

Canada! Fight?! "Rot in Hell!"

Chapter 22;

Canada!

Fight?!

"Rot in Hell!"

-Brooke's P.O.V-

I woke up due to small chatting going on around me. I groaned, and rolled, my face coming on contact with a hand. My eyes fluttered open, to see Justin covering his area. I glanced up, and Justin was looking down at me. I groaned once more, rolling back onto my back, looking up to the ceiling. Justin sighed, and removed his hand.

"I didn't want you to face plant my penis." He whispered down at me, I giggled and smiled at him.

"Thanks." He nodded, and placed his hand on my forehead, sweeping my bangs back. He continued playing with my hair, twirling it, and twisting it, while I just stared at him, watching him. His eyes sparkled, and a small smile played on his lips.

"Babe, where are we?" I questioned not taking my eyes off of him. His small smile turned into the gorgeous smile I loved.

"We're on the private jet, I carried you onto it." I smiled at him, and placed my hand on his cheek.

"Aren't you just my Superman?" I giggled, his gaze turned from the TV, and connected with mine.

"Always." He stated, smiling. I smiled back, and he continued playing with my hair. I spotted Chaz, and Ryan sitting across from us. I smiled, turning my gaze to them, as Justin toyed with my hair.

"Hey guys." I stated, they waved and went back to their phones. I rolled my eyes, and turned my attention back to Justin. He was looking at me. I raised my eyebrows, and he smiled.

"Baby, you're amazing." He whispered. I giggled, and leaned up, connecting our lips.

"You're better." I stated, and he shook his head. I sat up, and leaned up against the couch arm, I sat cris-cross. Justin smiled, and laid down placing his head in my lap, I giggled, and placed my hands on the side of his face. He chuckled, causing me to smile and giggle. I moved my hands playing with his hair. He closed his eyes, and relaxed. I giggled, and faced the TV while running my hands repeatedly through his hair.

"We'll be landing in 10 minutes, Mr. Bieber." The intercom blared. Justin groaned, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He examined my outfit, and chuckled.

"Babe, Canada, is pretty cold. You might want to change." I looked down, to see what I was wearing. I was wearing my boxers, and Justin's old Young and Reckless shirt, that had the sleeves ripped off. I sighed, and stood up, my knees popped. I groaned, and winced in pain. I dropped it to the ground, and popped my knees once more, lossening them up. I got back up to my normal height, and walked to the back, where all of our suit cases were, I searched for mine, and found it under Justin's. I sighed, and shoved Justin's. I bent down, and unzipped mine, searching for something warm. I smiled, as my hands landed on the vest I could wear. I pulled out the rest of the outfit, and zipped my suitcase back up, walking to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. My face clear of all makeup, my hair wavy, and silky. I quickly changed then put my beanie on my head. I slipped on my boots, and walked back to the front. I took a seat next to Justin, and buckled up. I slipped my phone out of my back pocket as it began vibrating.

New Message

Received: 6:34 P.M

Unknown Number

Can you guess, who I am?

Baby, I can't wait to make you mine.

Brooke, best be ready for me.

You'll be mine