Patience | Justin Bieber

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"You. Justin Bieber. No sex before marriage. And I'm a talking pomegranate."

He laughs, "what?!"

"Oh my bad, I thought it was 'say the most unbelievable thing you can think of' day."

"It's not like I'm a sex fiend, damn!"

"Well my bad, virgin Mary, I guess I was mistaken." We both laugh.

"One more question,"

"Shoot"

"Favourite colour?"

"Are you shitting me, Mary, that is the most basic question you could've asked me"

"This Mary thing is not going to stick, got it?"

"Oh come on, don't think of it as a nickname meaning 'Virgin Mary'... Think of it as... 'Mary Jane'" he stops for a minute. Stares of into the distance and scratches his chin, looking as if he is in deep thought.

"I can dig it" he says, I laugh. Of course he'll take the stoner nickname. Get ready for Amsterdam kids, "you're a Turquoise kinda girl, aren't you?"

"Nice try, fam, but purple is more my kinda flow. Has been since birth"

"Huh," he says nodding his head, "same"

"Twins," his eyes widen after I speak, the fuck is he looking at me like that for?

"Don't say that, Grace, you do know incest is frowned upon yeah?"

"Uh sure, it rings a bell," oh shit it just hit me. I blush a little, "hey I see what you did there"

He gives me a quick, seedy eyebrow raise.

"Stop trying to seduce me, Justin, it's not going to work. I only date rich, American, pop stars. Preferably ones whose names begin with J."

"But I'm Canadian"

"Well that's too bad then, isn't it?" I give him a quick, seedy eyebrow raise and, in return, he gives me a playful glare.

"Alrighty, I've given you more than enough time to get to know your buddies. Time to meet you're next new family member." Caitlin says through her microphone, unknowingly RUINING MY LOVE LIFE.

"Well then, I guess this is goodbye, Bieber" I say stifling my nose and beginning to fake a cry. Except for the fact that deep down, I wasn't faking.

"Same" same. SAME. Fucking same to your same, Justin.

"Twins" he laughs.

"It's scaring me how much I already like you, Grace"

Well shit, that took me by surprise.

"Yeah, I'm a likeable person," fuck I'm the biggest shit talker, I legit have a problem.

"I don't doubt that one bit," he says, beginning to stand from his chair.

"Justin, please, cheese is for pizza, not your vocabulary," he laughs and gives me a wink before moving on to the girl behind me.

"Oh wait! Give me your number real quick"

Hold shit damn.

"In case I lose my new buddy, I can find out where you are," he says scratching the back of his neck and handing me his phone.

"Smooth, Mary, real smooth," he laughs softly as I type in my number and give his phone back.

I can low key hear the girl behind me squeal a bit when he takes a seat next to her. SAME. 

I'm then greeted by a young girl named, Chloe and after the next hour or 2 or 3 passes, I have met the entire tour group. Around 30 people.

So. Many. Hotties.

And I'm not talking just the guys, even the girls are really pretty. I've got a lot of competition... But If I can get with either Harry or Justin, I'd consider my life fulfilled and I could die a happy gal.

"Dude, I missed you," Alana said as she sat back down next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Same bby, how'd you like everyone"

"Sexiness. Sexiness everywhere," she says, getting off my shoulder.

"I feel you," I say nodding my head, "top favs?"

"Top 3 girls would be, Emma, Emily, bc she has a cute accent like you, aaaand Mel," I nod agreeing with all 3, "and top 3 guys would obvs be Justin, ooooh Harry and my buddy Chris."

"Ah I love Chris! He was hilarious!" She raises her eyebrows at me.

"Well as much as I love him too, I'll gladly switch partners with you if you're keen," okay now my eyebrows are raised.

"What why?!"

"Because you got the best buddy of everyone DUH"

"How do you know who my buddy is?"

"Because when I finally got to Justin and surprisingly avoided fainting, he asked who I came with and I told him I came alone but I met this chick called Grace who's my, don't get too full of yourself dahl, number 1 at the moment and then he wouldn't stop talking about you for the next few minutes." A short, sharp 'ha' manages to escape my mouth.

"I knew he was obsessed with me," she playfully shoves my shoulder.

"As much as I hate to admit it, the jealously really is unbearable," she says and I chuckle to myself.

"Dude, he's an international pop star, forget about anything sparking between him or anyone on this damn tour. In a few years, even months, we will be but a blip on his radar of importance."

"That's deep shit man, please stop crushing my dreams," we laugh to ourselves as Caitlin gets on the microphone again and begins to tell us all about the trip. 

I'm in Europe, travelling through almost 20 countries for over a month, with Justin Bieber tagging along.

My. Life. Is. Surreal.