Drunk Texting | justin bieber

Eight.

SATURDAY.

I let out a deep breath. 

This should be no big deal, right? I mean, it's only Justin Bieber.

We've only met in texts and...I'm just super nervous.

Shaking my head, I cleared out all of my negative thoughts. 

Although I am nervous, I am thrilled that I am getting to know Justin better. I don't want to know who the Justin Bieber is, I just want to know who Justin Bieber is. It's a once in a lifetime chance to have someone of high status randomly drunk text you.

None of my friends or anyone that I was close to knew that I am currently talking to him. 

My eyes run up and down my body as I look myself in the mirror. 

My white jumpsuit ended at the beginning of my thigh and had a plunge in the middle by my breasts. It was nothing too fancy, but it was something that's appropriate for the first date, if you could say it was one. My shoes were a nude tint with a thin heel and a 3/4 of an inch wide strap in the front. I had on a simple golden cuff and a pair of dangling gold earrings with a clutch on the side.

From: Justin

The car is here. Can't wait to see u

I quickly dismissed the message and walked outside of my townhouse.

A black Rolls-Royce pulled to the curb and out walked a dark man with a suit and white gloves on. He greets me, "Hello, Miss Wright. I am instructed by Mr. Bieber to take you directly to the restaurant."

He opens the door and I step into a luxurious interior. Premium tan leather seats and polished wood lined the entire inside of the car. 

Above me on the roof, there were about a thousand little specks of light that resembled a starry night.

I placed my clutch down near me and think of all the things I will say to Justin as the soothing Jazz music played in the background. My mind was invaded with so many possibilities and so many non-existent conversations; I practice in my head near a million times until we pulled up to the restaurant.

"Was everything suitable to your needs?" Terry, the chauffeur asked while adjusting the mirror.

"Yes, thank you," I respond and wait for him to open the door.

I enter Rosebud, a high-end restaurant for couples. Many of them fill the tables with their tall glasses of wine and genuine love for each other.

"Hello, ma'am. Welcome to the Rosebud, where we unfold a budding romance. My name is Cynthia, how may I assist you today?" An older woman greets me. Her gray hair pulled back in a bun, her all-black attire on and a rose pinned to her chest.

"I have a reservation under Bieber," I quickly say, looking around at the polished room.

"Say no more. Follow me," Cynthia leads me to a private room. There is already wine on the table and a bouquet of red roses under the white tablecloth. 

"Thank you," I say and watches as she walks off.

To: Justin

I'm here.

From: Justin

I'll be there soon

30 MINUTES LATER

I'm so impatient. Justin said he'd be here "soon". I hope he doesn't mean him releasing music "soon", otherwise, that'd be a decade long.

To: Justin

Where are you?

Sent.

Just a few minutes later, I hear a commotion in the front area. I guess that's him. I stand up and walk slowly to the door, looking out; it's not him. Someone had just proposed. 

1 1/2 HOURS LATER

I'm not doing this anymore.

I push my chair back and grab all of my belongings. I shake my head in disgust. I can't believe he just stood me up. Who does that? What was the point?

I throw a $20-bill on the table and storm out of the restaurant, ignoring the calls from Cynthia.

I let my hair out of my high ponytail and throw the holder inside of my purse. 

To: Justin

So you stood me up, right? So you pull some bullshit, right? But, I was the one who was naive enough to think someone like you had the time. Don't ever talk to me again.

Sent. 

Drops of rain started to fall from the sky.

Great, this night could not have been better. 

I place my small clutch over my head to protect my hair from humidity and frizziness. But, unfortunately for me, the rain was everywhere now and I was getting soaked.

There was a nearby club that was packed. I ran inside quickly.

Neon lights were flashing everywhere. Strippers were on the pole; bodies were piled on top of bodies. Some EDM music blasted through the speakers.

"WE HAVE A GUEST IN THE HOUSE! EVERYONE SCREAM FOR JUSTIN...BIEBER!"