his dreams || j.b.

five

"Man, come on. You know I'm claustrophobic!" Justin stared at the empty trunk of the small sedan, then looked back to his friend, Fredo.

"I know. Trust me but bro we all want ice cream. This is the only way it's happening." Fredo watched Justin, noticing his shoulders drop as he started to give up the fight. "I took out the taillight so you can get some air, if that helps?"

"No, it doesn't fucking help." Justin groaned loudly, holding the back of his neck with both hands.

"Oh my god, enough! I want ice cream already!" Ryan Good shouted from the passenger seat.

"Justin," Fredo started.

"God damn," Justin muttered under his breath, slowly climbing into the trunk. The top came down and locked shut with a thud. A small square of light coming from the missing taillight gave him hope.

All of this, just to go out for ice cream. Justin didn't know what his world was coming to.

Later that night, as they all walked back to their hotel rooms with ice cream cones in hand, Fredo and Ryan were laughing while Justin was still feeling the effects of the car ride.

He could clearly remember his body sliding around each corner, being thrown against the wall of the trunk. Fredo was not a good driver.

"Dude, Justin watch where you're going," Ryan and Fredo had stopped walking. They were looking back at Justin, who was just snapping out of his own thoughts.

When Justin looked down, he was met with a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. It was a girl. Upon closer look, Justin could see that she was really gorgeous all around.

Lost in thought once again, Justin caught himself staring and stepped back. He cleared his throat, watching the girl. He didn't want to say anything. Part of him was suddenly feeling sick and he just wanted to lay down in bed with his ice cream.

"You're-" The girl started in.

"Justin Bieber," he finished for her, sighing under his own breath.

"My name is Caitlin. I'm a huge fan of yours." God, her voice was so nice. Justin loved it. Part of him wanted to listen to her talk more. He wanted to hear her say his name and talk about all the things she loved about him.

"That's great. I have to go." Justin's voice was harsher than he intended, but he didn't really care. He side stepped, following Ryan and Fredo back to the hotel suite they shared.

Justin stared at his ice cream, slowly dropping it into the trash. He hadn't taken even one lick. "I'm fucking carsick." He announced, seeing the other two sitting on the couch and settling in to watch something on TV.

After saying goodnight and treating himself to a warm shower, Justin laid himself down in bed.

He needed a good night's sleep.

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A reminder- italicized writing means it is one of his dreams. Normal writing means it is real life :)

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