The Encounter ☾Justin & Ariana

t h i r t y - s i x

      The next day, Justin and I had free. I had the grand idea for us to make a song together. In 2013, we were going to make a song together, but Justin wanted to write it, so we never ended up recording the song.

    We went to a studio with Scooter, cause he had just flown in.

   Scooter snapped a picture of us to post on Instagram. He captioned it: "Big things coming."

   It was a beautiful song, that Justin had been working on for a while. After a while at the studio, Justin and I pulled Scooter aside and told him of the pregnancy news.
  "WHAT?" Scooter screeched.
  "Yeah, I know! Crazy, right?" Justin said.
  "You have a prodigy cooking inside you." Scooter said, pointing to me. Justin wrapped him arm around my shoulder, kissing my temple. "When are you guys putting the news out there? I mean, you guys were very discreet about your relationship, but this is gonna be a little bit harder to hide." Scooter stated.
   "We know. Eventually we will." I said.

   Justin and I headed back to the house.
  "Can I ask you something?" I asked, abruptly.
  "Yeah, of course."
  "...Aren't we too young to be even having kids? I mean- we're not married or anything so-"
  "Ariana. This baby is the best thing that could ever happen to us-"
  And all of a sudden there was a loud crash, then silence. Complete and utter- silence. Muffled screams. I open my eyes and it's all foggy. A burning smell all over. Then I slowly begin to black out again.

    Justin's POV
   I open my eyes, and look around to see the car upside down, and the windows broken, with the sounds of sirens. I look over to see Ariana lying there, with blood dripping down her face.
  "Ariana." I grunt. No response. I slowly make my way to her, wrapping my arm around her torso, pulling us both out. I get out, and then an officer runs right up to me, as I'm pulling Ariana out.
  "I need help!" I yell. An ambulance quickly rushes over, pulling Ariana out, and plopping her on top of a gurney. I look around, and see a truck in little flames, and our car completely flipped upside down. People crowded all over, taking pictures.
  "I'm so sorry!" A man said, running up to me. "I wasn't looking, I didn't look! It's my fault! I'm so sorry!" He said, trying to explain, and police pulled him away from me.
  "Sir, we are going." A paramedic said, rushing into the ambulance where Ariana was in. I quickly jumped inside, and we headed into the hospital. I was by Ariana's side, as we rushed to the ER, and paparazzi were all over.
  "Ariana, baby, I'm right here." I said, holding her hand, as she looked at me, unable to move. Unable to speak.
  "Sir, you can't come in here." The doctor said.
  "I'm Justin Bieber. And that's my girlfriend, who currently may or may not have a baby inside of her." I said, persistently.
  "Yeah, well I'm a doctor who will determine if your girlfriend's baby is okay, so I'm telling you. You can't come inside." He said, holding me back, shutting the door in my face. A nurse came up to me, grabbing my arm.
  "Oh, let me fix you up." She said, and all I could do is keep my eyes on the window where Ariana was.