Patience | Justin Bieber

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He looks around, I'm not exactly sure what for but the only other 2 people awake on the bus right now are the driver and Caitlin. Chris fell asleep a little while ago and he was the last remaining traveller apart from Justin and I.

"Are you okay? What are you looking for?" I ask as he stops and looks down at his phone.

"I hope I'm not wrong but, I can trust you right?" He says looking up at me with a serious and yet soft, questioning look on his face. What is this kid on about?

"I'm known for my trustworthiness back home," and I wasn't lying, "but you're low key scaring me..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just..." He scratches the back of his neck and avoids eye contact, "I've started to write a new album..."

My eyes widen. Why was he so scared to tell me that?

"That's amazing! Only started?"

"Yeah I only have 11 songs so far..." R u shitting me...

"Only 11... That's like an album already!" He nods his head but his eyebrows are furrowed.

"Yes, yes usually... But this album is special. I've worked really hard on it and I want 7 or so more. I've written everything about the old me and my past and some things that matter to me now but... I wanted something more. I needed to get away for a while to, I guess, realise some things about me I didn't know before or find a muse or something new to write about..." He hold intense eye contact with me during his rant and I can't help but be drawn in by him.

"You're incredible," is all that manages to escape my lips. Shit.

"Huh"

"You heard me. You're incredibly dedicated to your work and I really admire that. I look forward to hearing an album you've made from the heart and that you've spent a lot of time on." Before I go on YES, I can be serious sometimes.

Sometimes.

He looks up at me almost embarrassed, partly from the compliments I had just given him but I can sense something else lingering.

"You... You aren't to fond of my other albums, are you?" My eyes widen, shit I was not expecting that...

"Well... It's not that I didn't like them. Your most recent one had a few songs that I liked but I couldn't really connect with the rest, if you know what I mean..." I shake my head, knowing I made no sense at all. But he stopped me by placing his hand on mine. My head shoots up at him after he makes contact, only to find he is already staring at me, shaking his head with a soft smile.

"No, no, I completely agree," I give him a weird look, I wasn't expecting that either... "Everything else I've released hasn't been the real me. I mean, sure, I had in put before... But now, something changed with me recently I guess and I have so much more power and control with my life and what I am doing. That's why this album means to much to me..."

I nod my head, understandably, showing the slightest, possibly even undetectable hint of sympathy that I was feeling for him immensely, boiling under my skin. This kid is 22. Twenty fucking 2, and needs to consult someone before he goes to the fucking bathroom. Can you even imagine having that much restrain in your life? My parents haven't given a shit about what I've been doing for years now. You take shit like that for granted everyday. I mean, everyones goal in life is to be famous, to be adored by others and to have everything served to you on a silver platter. But once you've got it, you can't go back. And all you'd crave after that would be to have just a taste of a normal life, no matter how meaningless it may seem to most people. I bet he lives by that 'be careful what you wish for' saying. He was like 12 when he started in this business and I doubt he had much freedom before that. Even the thought of myself being constantly invaded by other makes me feel incredibly ill. Imagine never even experiencing it a day in your life.

Sorry, rant over...

"Well shit," he says. I give him a strange look and he almost immediately gives me one in return, "no one has ever explained how I feel as well as that before, not even me."

Oh shit. I didn't.

He notices the confused expression on my face and speaks up again, "you didn't mean to say that, did you?" He says with a half smile.

I did.

"Um, no, not exactly, no," I say looking down at my fingers as I play with the hem of the skirt I am wearing. Suddenly, I'm embraced in a hug. I'm tense at first, it takes me by surprise I suppose. But eventually I give in and hug back, nestling my neck in the crook of his neck.

What rhymes with hug me? Kidding I hate that song.

"It's nice to have someone who understands," he says muffled into my neck and he holds me a little tighter.

"Well it's not like I've ever been in you shoes before, I don't technically know what goes on but I try to understand," I say as I pull out of the hug.

"Well you nailed it, and I really appreciate it," he says smiling, "and it's nice to have a serious conversation with you too"

I laugh softly, "haha I'm a big believer in only conversing with people who can be both serious and sarcastic... Those people make great conversationalists"

"Best of both worlds"

"Oh I love Hannah Montana!"

"From serious to goofy in 0.2 seconds"

"It's the only way, my friend," he shakes his head and laughs, "well I'm glad you've got a month and a bit to just chill"

He smiles for a few seconds and then it disappears.

"If all goes well"

"Don't be so negative, Justin. Look at the positives, even if you're exposed to the world tomorrow, you still met me. Which makes you a lucky son of a bitch." He laughs and playfully hits me on the shoulders.

"I'd love to give you a witty comeback, but I can't disagree. You're one cocky mother fucker and I like you too much already."