One Less Lonely Girl

Saying Goodbye~14

It is Friday, and Justin leaves today at 1 o'clock. We have been hanging out since Monday, and we are going to see each other for the last time today at the airport. It is noon, and I get ready to leave for the Cleveland Airport. I'm wearing a blue sundress that I bought with Justin on Monday. I put on gold eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and light pink lipstick. My hair is curled, and I am wearing fancy brown flip flops. I grab my phone, walk downstairs, and tell Mom that I am leaving. I already had breakfast, so I get in my car and start driving. The radio station that's playing when I turn on the radio is Kiss FM. Miley Cyrus' "Wrecking Ball" was on, so I kept the station on. Suddenly, I feel a wave of sadness wash over me as the song comes to an end, and I realized that I forgot this will be the last time I see Justin for a while. It is August 14, 2013, and I probably won't see him till January. We will both be busy, because I start school on August 22. My eyes start to tear up, but I wipe them away. I will not cry. As I drive, I think about our memories together, and soon I reach the airport. 

When I park, I notice there are about 150 fans there trying got get a glimpse of Justin, and I huff. I was hoping it would be private, but I understand them because I used to be one of them. What I mean by 'them' is the fans trying to get as close to Justin as possible. I decide to get out, and because they are all standing behind a gate, sign autographs. I grab my purse, and dig out a permanent marker to sign with. The girls start screaming as I walk over, and they get out there phones and the stuff they want me to sign. They are all screaming my name. I take pictures, sign notebooks, papers, shirts, purses, phone cases, arms, foreheads, and whatever else you can think of. After 30 minutes, I get through the front line, and I am not going to do the second one. I wave goodbye, and I ask the person working at the desk where the private jet loading area for Justin Bieber is located. He directs me where to go, and I follow his directions. It is outside, and the fans can see it from where they are standing. The jet is huge and white, with the word 'Bieber' on the left side of it. I walk over to the ramp, and Justin comes running down to meet me. He scoops me up in his arms and kisses me. I  hear the sound of the cameras behind us, but I don't care. "I'm going to miss you so much," he whispers to me. I hear the sadness in his voice. "I'm going to miss you too," I whisper back.

"Want to come inside?" Justin gestures towards the jet. "Sure!" I squeal with excitement. I had never been inside a private jet before. The inside had a flatscreen TV, a black mini fridge, brown cabinets, fuzzy couches, a bathroom, storage compartments, and a tiny bedroom. I walked around the plane in awe. "Do you like it?" Justin asks when he grabs my hand. "Its amazing," I respond, resting my head on his shoulder. "Where are you going next?" I ask. "We are going to Pennsylvania next. The busses are taking the equipment, but I always fly whenever the drive is more than 4 hours," Justin tells me as we walk out of the jet, and onto the top of the ramp. We turn to face each other, and I immediately remind myself not to cry, but its hard. I can see his eyes watering too, and I know that its just as hard for him as it is for me. He gently grabs my face, and pulls my lips to his. I know I won't get to have something like this in a long time, so I enjoy it. I put my hands on his shoulders, and he breaks away.  Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. It's no use, my body disobeys me, and the tears fall. He pulls me into a tight hug, and I feel him shudder. I know he is crying too.

 His voice is shaky when he says, "I'm going to miss you so much Aus." I pull away from the hug, and I kiss him again. He wraps around me tight, for he knows this will be the last time for a long time that we will be together. "Text me everyday, ok?" I say shakily as I wipe his tears away with my thumb. "Don't forget me Jay," I tell him when he grabs my hand and kisses it.  "How could I ever forget you. I promise I'll text, call, and FaceTime you everyday. Ok? I'm going to miss you so much Aus, and I hope that we can be together sometime soon." I pull him into a hug one last time, and we both don't want to let go. I push away first, and kiss him one last time as well. "Goodbye Aus," he says as he steps away from me, and into the plane. "Goodbye Jay," I whisper back to him. The door to the jet closes, separating me from him. We don't break eye contact cause there is a little window in the doorway. The tears are constant, and come even faster when a officer tells me to step off the ramp, and away from the plane. I do as he says, and they clear the area when I walk inside. With my tear stained face, I watch as the engines start, and the plane starts moving on the runway. It gets faster and faster as it moves around the runway. I let out a whimper as the plane lifts into the air, and soon flies away. Away from Cleveland, away from the fans here, away from my home. Away from me.