Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 45 ~ Constant

(Randy's POV)

I went looking for Justin once.

About six months after the car accident happened I decided that I would go and find him and ask for him to come back.

Randy had been sent away for a week. He was living at my grandmother's house because he had cut his hands open smashing glass in William's room. He had been breaking all of William's music trophies and awards.

Mum said that our house was sending Randy mad but I believed that he only missed Justin and that if Justin came back everything would be okay.

William was no longer there to fix my problems so I went looking for the next best thing. I went looking for Justin.

He was having an autograph signing at a mall not far from our house. I took a bus halfway there and then I walked the rest. My parents were too consumed with Randy's grief to notice that their eleven-year-old daughter was missing.

I had to tell Justin how sick Randy had become.

I had to tell him how much I missed him.

I had to tell him to come back.

Justin wasn't as famous back then but the mall was crowded with fans. I waited in line for four hours. When I got to the front of the line a man handed me a poster and asked me what else I would like signed.

"Nothing," I replied.

I looked down at the poster in disbelief. The Justin on the poster wasn't the Justin that I knew at all. Justin was home and comfort, while the boy on the poster was a stranger and unknown. He was someone different.

"Next!"

The group of girls in front of me walked over to the table and for the first time in months I was able to see Justin sitting right before me.

But it wasn't Justin. It was the boy from the poster.

He was empty and unfamiliar. He was intimidating and not mine.

I didn't know him. And I didn't like him. I didn't care for the boy at all.

This was fame.

"Rachel..."

He saw me and I heard his voice. His voice was the only thing that was familiar.

"Let her through," he ordered, "Let her over here!"

Justin had changed just like my entire world had changed. I had no constant and I had no stability.

"No! Come back!"

I ran out of the mall. I dropped my poster behind me and I dropped all of my expectations behind me too.

Nobody could help. Everything had changed. William was dead, Justin was gone, and Randy was mad.

I never went looking for Justin again.

~*~

Maybe that's why I liked Oliver. Maybe I liked being the person that I never had. Oliver was alone just like I had been and I had the opportunity to change all of that. I could be his constant.

"Oliver?"

He was back, sitting on the same step, in the same place.

"I couldn't sleep..."

"Me neither," I joined him at his side, "Bonnie is reassembling her bed... It's a surprisingly noisy project...."

He forced out a laugh.

Oliver wasn't crying but he looked just as sad as he had the last time we had met.

"Why are you out here tonight?"