messages - justin bieber

ten ➳ flight 48

justin

i ran around the whole city of los angeles trying to make sure everything was right for jada coming. i had a lot of things planned for this big day.

first, i'm off to the mall. i wanted my princess to be spoiled. when you text and facetime someone for four months you'll do just what i am.

i went into mac, i didn't know shit to get so i showed the girl that was their a picture of jada and she got everything for me. i went into victoria's secret to get some lingerie, underwear, and some clothes.

i then made sure to stop in nike to get her those white and floral huaraches that she told me about.

i also got a pair of superstars. one for her and one for me, i wanted us to match even on days we don't see each other.

after shopping for what felt like forever. i went back home. i put the many bags i got in my room. i plan for us to sleep together. not like that just in the same bag. i headed back out to get cupcakes, balloons, and other stuff for the mini really mini party that's happening.

after all of that i saw a jelwery store and thought i should get her something else. i was looking for a good fifteen minutes when my eyes landed on the perfect necklace. it was simple but nice, it had two hearts that was connected at the ends. i wanted to engrave the back of them both, one to say justin and one for jada.

everyone came over to help me set up and everything. they wanted to meet jada just as bad as i did. she knew all of them from talking to them in group chats or when she was on facetime with me.

i never denied jada's calls, even if i was doing something important like at the studio. i always answered and had my phone on me all the time. i love talking to her, just hearing her voice made my day.

things were set up. we just had to wait for scooter to come back to my house from getting his wife yael.

suddenly the door bursted open and in walked scooter with the saddest look on his face. was it something with yael? god, please don't let it be his baby.

"scoot, what's wrong?" i asked.

"um, j-justin have you b-been on the n-news lately?" scooter asked not making eye contact, like it was the hardest thing to do.

"you should check it out"

"what, no.. jada would be here any minute. i can't"

"justin go now"

i huffed and walked over to the tv turning to the news.

'flight 48 crashed while on it's way to lax. the flight was coming from virginia and had little surviving passengers. many dead, i'll read a few here while the families moron the loss of their own. andre wilson, michael johnson, darra michaelson, jada monroe,"

"no, no, no" i screamed

"no! she can't be gone! no no no! please.. tell me it's a joke! please!" i was screaming my head off at this point not caring who heard me as i dropped to the ground.