Am I Only Dreaming? (A Justin Bieber fanfiction; Tagalog)

Last chapter: Let me tell you one time

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Justin's POV

"Hey dude, you're zoning out again." Alfredo poked my shoulders as he sat beside me.

"Really? Sorry, I just can't help it. I can't get her out of my mind." I said.

"That girl must be real something.  That's for sure."

I let out a small giggle at the thought of her, "Yes, she really is."

She is.

She is something that you can't forget.

She's crazy, but in a good way.

She's unique.

She's amazing.

And she is beautiful.

And that girl I'm talking about is Jessie. The girl I met two days ago, who literally saved my life from the media and fans that mobbed me at the mall. She helped me escape by talking in a different language. She spoke French which in my observations, she only knew some basic words. But I managed to understand her somehow. I'll tell you what happened that day.

I was being mobbed and squeezed by the fans and  paps  around me when she came. I was dealing hardly with my situation because I'm claustrophobic. Even though I'm used to see and being surrounded by many fans, I still can't get use to having them really close to me. I couldn't bare it.

As fans and some reporters keep throwing non-stop questions on me, I suddenly heard someone shout. Everyone turned their heads to that person. They had these confused expressions written on their faces. I wanted to laugh but I realize I'm in a life and death situation and I'm definitely not allowed to laugh that time.  

She called my name and then said, "Venez avec moi! Ne pas avoir peur," which means  'come with me, do not be afraid' in English. I was stunned when she said that. Does she know how to speak French? I thought. "Vous parlez français?"  I asked, wanting to know if she really speaks French. "Oui," she answered, "Kind of." I just nodded and looked deeply in her eyes. It's like we're talking through our eye contacts. And I think she understands what I mean because she nodded too.

"Fuyez avec moi." (Runaway with me) She spoke again. I'd really like to laugh on her choice of words but I guess that's all words she knew in French.  "On the count of three..."

She started counting then after that, I ran off to her, reached out and held her hand for us to escape that place. We were running for our lives for Pete's sake! That was really crazy.

 

"Hurry up!" I shouted. People were chasing us like a maniac. I followed her as she turns into an empty alley. Then finally, we found a perfect place to hide from those zombies (the paps and media) that has been chasing us.

 

"Phew, I think we finally lost them." I said, panting. "By the way, thanks for helping me." It took a while before she, I think, realized my presence and just answered me with a warm smile. She is so gorgeous. I stared at her and realized that her smile is definitely heart melting. She has these beautiful eyes that you could stare at it all day. And I can feel that she is someone you can be comfortable with.

 

 "Will you go out with me?" I blurted out, out of the blue. She was really shocked on what she heard. Her reactions are very cute though :'>