Jessica, 7, is the daughter of Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez. Jessica didn't realized that her parents were famous until she asked them how did they met. It sure is sounds romantic.
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Selena's pov: Finally I get to spend time with Justin but why is the paparazzis following us everywhere we go.
"Are you famous?." I questioned. "Well, I'm in a band." "So you are." "Yeah. So, Sel, tell me about yourself." "I'm a nice person. I'm rich." "You're rich?." "Mm-hmm." "Wow." "And I like to help people. Ooh and also I love to sing." "Really? Maybe me and you can do a duet together." "Oh my god! I would love that!" "Great. So I planned for us is bowling. Is that okay?." "For sure! I love bowling."
Justin sounds like a wonderful guy to talk with. I feel happy and excited. Hopefully we both can get along in the future. The paparazzi came and surrounded us with flashing lights hitting our faces. Justin got a hold of my hand and pulled me directly inside.
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"Wow. Paparazzi must love you." "You have no idea."
He chucked as he walk to the front desk for our bowling shoes.
"Size?."
The employee said all exaggerated like he doesn't want to be here.
"8 and---."
Justin gave me that look when people are telling you to hurry up in the Starbucks line.
"7 also." I said.
The employee went to the back to get the shoes. I leaned over to Justin's shoulder.
"What's his deal?." I whispered.
He laughs as he strugs his shoulders.
"Here you go. Now get out of of here."
Justin and I both stare at that guy then at each other as we grabbed the shoes.
Logan's pov: I went looking for Justin in town to tell him the great news but I couldn't find him anywhere. Luckily, I found a piece of paper in his jacket. It has that girl's address. Looked like an apartment. I went to find the door number. 120. I knocked on the door and I would not want to see it ever again.
A girl answered it and she was in her white bathrobe with green stuff on her whole face. My voice did a high pitched when I screamed in front of her.
"Oh my god!." "Can I help you?!." She said annoyed. "Um. I'm looking for my friend. His name is justin." "Justin? He is on a date with my roommate." "Where?." Do I look like I know?." "You know what? Forget it. I will find him myself."
I was nearly about to walk away but she stops me.
"Hold on. You're cute. Come in." "You are just gonna invite some stranger inside your home?." "You don't look armed. Come on, baby. Don't worry, I got 911 on speed dial."
I took her word for it and went inside.
Justin's pov: "I had fun today. Did you?." "I did but you did cry about missing those pins." "I did not cry. The pickle juice squirted in my eye." "And you were getting mad about me getting strikes." "Hey, it was your first day at bowling so I can't possibly get mad." "Not really." "What?." "I've been bowling all years from now." "Wow. Nice. You hungry?." "Starving." "Me too. Let's go."
We both laughed and smiled. We decided to get the food to go because she has to work in like four hours. We stopped by her apartment.
"You want to come in?." "Sure."
She took me inside and I gotta say, her place is neat, cozy, and not too shabby.
"Nice place." "Thanks. Water?." "Yeah."
Sel went to go get two water bottles from the fridge til she heard thudding and thumping. She walk over to her door.
"Demi?."
She opened the door and saw demi and logan doing it. She screamed and shut the door. Demi and logan quickly covered themselves with the blankets.
"What's wrong?!." I said panicking. "My friend----."
She was too busy laughing to finish her words. Demi opened her door pissed off in her bra and underwear.
