Justin
My eyes couldn't want the movie. They watched Aubrey. Aubrey was texting then looking at the movie, then it just kept going. It's none of my business who's she's texting, but I want to know.
It's not your priority to worry about who's she's talking to, just like she's not obligated to tell you what to do.
I'm smarter than myself. I should start listening to my subconscious, and stop doing the first thing that pops into my mind.
Someone's phone stated blaring which scared us all. It was Aubrey's and when she picked it up, her smile widened, and she started laughing. "Finish what happened? Alright."
"While I was at the concession-what?" I listened on. This sounds like when we first met. "This happened in seventh grade. Chill, just let me finish."
"So," she started again. "While I was at the concession stand, he came up to me, and just squeezed my ass. Back then it was kind of a good thing to know that I was attractive, because it was 'National Smack A Bum Day' but it was really meant for Ireland."
"I was only twelve, and I was turning insecure at that moment." She shrugged. "But it was a relief when over twenty boys smacked my bum."
"I am so not a little freak, Kam shut up."
The phone call ended, and she looked at us with a slight sheepish smile as we looked at her weirdly. "Do I have to explain the same thing to you guys too?" We shook our heads, and she changed the movie.
She changed it to Charlie Brown, the Halloween one.
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All the guys were sleeping, except me. It's still broad daylight, but slowly turning into nighttime. Aubrey was making dinner, and I offered to help but she was still mad at me.
From: Scooter
Concert tonight at the stadium. Be ready.
To: Scooter
No.
From: Scooter
Who do you think you're talking to?
To: Scooter
You. Obviously. Is this a group text?
From: Scooter
Where are you! Get your ass down to the stadium.. NOW
To: Scooter
How am I going to get ready? Every time I step in MY house I'm getting kicked out, and none of you don't even live there nor own me. I could quit right now, and I bet none of you would care.
I blocked Scooter from texting or calling my phone, and turned off the 'track your iPhone' app so he wouldn't track me. "Aubrey, do you think he'll take this literally?" I asked, and handed her my phone.
"You really did it? I didn't think you would, but no. He's getting money, and he knows damn well he needs the money and so do you. Wait until the fans gets disappointed, and come on stage, then blame it all on Scooter."
"You're very devious, you know that?"
"When am I not?" She chuckled. She took the pot of spaghetti off the store, and into a placemat so it wouldn't burn the island.
"I thought you didn't eat spaghetti?" I furrowed my eyebrows, and she took out pasta from the microwave. "When did you cook that?"
"Before I started cooking the spaghetti." She smiled innocently, and started eating. As we did, she started talking about Livy. As much as I was slowly getting to not like Livy, I listened because I missed Aubrey's voice. "My college didn't answer me back, so I think that means I'm not accepted."
"There's a bunch of different colleges. Go find a different one!" I said, trying to ease the mood. She just turned suddenly sad, and all I could do was verbally try to cheer her up. Even touching her shoulder is 'too far' in her book.
Her door opened, and there stood Mom. "Mom!?" I exclaimed, accidentally shoving the fork into my cheek, and it started bleeding. It didn't bother me, because it wasn't a lot.
"I don't care if you're mad at Scooter because we're all damn mad at you. Get to the stadium now." Justin looked at me.
"I can't disrespect my mom." He whispered, and they kept walking.
"But I can." I said. "Pattie, Justin's nineteen, in sixth months he'll be twenty. Nineteen is practically an adult, and he should be allowed to make his own choices. Fucks sake, you all kicked him out of his house, which I thought was unfair."
"Hush be-"
"Excuse me? You have no right to tell me what to do." Pattie stepped up to me, holding Justin's hand like he was five. Justin was hunched, pouting in the seat next to her, and as much as I wanted to laugh, I couldn't.
"I'm not telling you what to do. I'm telling you the obvious facts."
"Aubrey be qui-"
"I'm his mother! If I wanted to ship him off to Siberia I could if I wanted to. You're just-just another ex girlfriend." She spat harshly, and that didn't get to me either. Alright, I know I'm another ex girlfriend, no reason to state the obvious, as if I hadn't already known.
"I don't care." I said. "Now you know why Justin's smoking weed, and being a rebelliousness badass. He's doing it because you're overprotective. I did it with my Dad. When he would put me on punishment, I'd sneak out, and end up either getting arrested or caught by neighbors."
"You smoke weed?" Pattie looked at Justin.
"Don't look so surprised. I know Ryan snitched." Justin tried not to be a smart mouth to her, but it came out accidentally. "Sorry, but it's true."
"What the hell?! Can we all just get past the fact he smokes and get to the point where Justin can pick what he wants to do. If he doesn't want to so the concert he doesn't have to. No one stopping him except you!" I exclaimed, and Pattie looked at the ground.
"Alright. Justin which would you rather do?"
"I want to stay here, but I can't let down my fans."
"Then go, no ones stopped you now." I shooed him off. He stood up, them turned to me.
"Come on, come with us!"
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Plan Revenge - Justin Bieber
Fanfic[Sequel to Scandal] After Aubrey has thought out her plan, it was going perfectly well. It was still in progress, and still being worked on. Plan Revenge was going perfectly fine until something unexpected ruins everything. Aubrey finds out it was J...
