❝ arguin' won't fix the problem ❞
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hopeless, selena opens instagram for the first time in the last weeks. she hated instagram the most. she decides to post a selfie she took a few days ago, the same day of justin and selena's picnic on the hill.
she knew it was best not to refresh the button three away from her home. instead, she went on her news feed, refreshing, but since she didn't follow much people nothing new came up. sighing, she goes on her discover page, where numerous photos are, giving suggestions. one of the photos so happened to be a photo of justin. but the memory of two days ago left selena staring at the boy, wondering if she should text him first since he hadn't recently. but questions filled up in selena's mind; why didn't he text her after the facetime call?
tapping onto the username justinbieber, selena sees his page come up. selfies after selfies, but they all seemed to draw selena on. scrolling and scrolling down the page, selena stumbles onto a picture. one simple photo that made her heart stumble.
it was a photo of her. she was looking away from the camera in the picture, the sun shinning onto her face, the outline of her flawless face showing. she knew it was her – though most didn't suspect much – because it was the day on the hill, where they had a picnic. she was yearning to speak to justin. double-tapping the photo, not thinking much of it, she liked it. instead of going onto twitter, where they had most of their conversation on, she goes onto imessage as they gave each other their numbers on the same day of the photo.
new imessage (1)
selena: hey.
her heart was beating fast as she nervously thumbed the edges of her phone, awaiting his response. she didn't get one. then twenty minutes past, and every time her phone beeped she hoped it was him – it wasn't. thirty minutes...gradually forty minutes past. and still nothing.
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"hi, selena," the radio host greets me. we shake hands before he guides me to my seat, which had a black foam microphone right in front on the table, a red headphone set on top. "i'll begin everything off, then we'll introduce you," jake, the host, informs me before rushing off to his seat. the radio show wasn't a massive hit.
"all right; lets get to it. we have selena gomez with us today!"
"hi," i say, longing the word out with a smile audible in my voice.
"so, how are you today?" the headphones made everything that jake was saying weird, it was even weirder to hear my own voice through the headset.
i mentally sigh in my head, hoping the interview not to drag. "i'm fine. you?" i hoped that didn't come out snappy. probably did.
"i'm good, thanks for asking. we've heard heard a rumour – i just want to clear this before we get right into the interview – about you and justin bieber. let's get this right out. are you two dating?"
right. of course they'll ask this. "no, we are not." i smile.
"no romance here and there?"
"nope. we're just friends." i laugh.
"if something does happen between you two you'll tell us first, right? we're practically friends now," jake jokes, but he hadn't even spoke to me up until shaking his hand.
"right, i will." i smile. smile, check. laugh, check. just continue this and everyone will believe i'm okay.
"okay – now that's out of the way – lets get started. i have this game called yay or nay, where you..." and the interview rolled on. but, every time there was a mini-break to rest your voice and they play songs or just commercial breaks, i checked my phone, checking if justin replied. that never happened. i had thought about this the whole night, thinking if it was my fault he was ignoring me. i had gotten no sleep.
"thank you for having me!" i cutely laugh, where they then go on commercial breaks, we say our goodbyes, then i'm out. finally being able to breath, i get into the backseat of the car security picked me up in. instantly, like it was an routine, i clicked my home button, the wallpaper i had flashing the screen, but i only wanted to see one thing: a response back from justin.
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a/n;
lmao don't hate me ,,
and yay, selena's p.o.v got introduced into the chapter (though i didn't point it out but). tell me if you want more first p.o.v's.
but anyways, two chapters in one day!! mostly because i'm bored af :/ lmao
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Fanfiction[completed] she's famous, talented and beautiful - that's what the media and fans sees. truly: she was broken. [ could trigger some people, so read at your own risk. please know that suicide isn't going to help you, it'll cause more pain, but inst...
