I Love Him - Jariana

I work with him every day. I see him every day. Worst thing, I'm going on tour with him.

I don't hate him, I actually love him. What's really messed up, is he doesn't see what a bitch - sorry for my french - Selena is. He refuses to let her go after all the things they've gone through. I'm just another girl that Scooter signed to him, even though I'm almost just as famous as him.

"Ariana. Are you done packing?" Scooter pushed open the door, poking his head in. I nod, sighing as I put my journal and headphones away.  "Justin, will you grab her bags?"

"I've already got Selena's." Justin answered, Scooter's eyes furrowing.

"We can't have anyone else on tour with us Justin, I told you this." Scooter pulled Justin in my room, Justin dropping the bags. "Selena has her Star Dance Tour anyways."

"I know, her next concert is in Florida, which is where we're going. When it's over, she's going wherever she's going and we're leaving to New York." Justin smiled, genuinely happy that his girlfriend is going with him. "Hi Ariana!"

"Hi." My glumness turned into happiness just by his smile. He walked out with her bags, and took them downstairs. I carried mine downstairs, almost tripping twice, until Ryan came to help me. "Thanks, Ry."

"No problem." Ryan smiled, taking my bags to the limo. Justin and Selena walked out, Selena already yelling at him. "Always arguing. They need to take a break."

"Tell me about it." I mumbled, tying up my hair into a high ponytail. Ryan let me get in after Justin, so I was seated next to Justin. Sitting there, I waited for Ryan, Scooter, Alfredo, and Pattie to get in. Once they did, the driver shut the door, and went to the driver side and got in. He started the car, and started driving off.

In seat, Selena was taking up the most space. She's not fat, she has her legs up, leaning against Justin, and it's causing me to have barely any room. As Justin turned up the music, Selena complained about it, Scooter groaning. "It's music. You sing it everyday, just shut up and listen to it!"

"Attitude, Scott." Ryan smirked, making me chuckling. I put my headphones in, Justin leaning in to see what I was playing. Smiling to myself, I clicked on my music app, playing Lorde's song Royals. Justin was pushed closer to me, as Selena leaned up on Justin more, and I was officially squished between Justin and a door. "Ariana, you c-"

"Yeah, thanks." I sighed, getting up, plopping next to Ryan. He smirked at how I was getting annoyed with Selena.

"Hey, Ariana you should start a song. We haven't done our group jam sessions in a while." Scooter said, me shaking my head.

"No, I've got a headache." I lied, smirking at my twitter page. Ryan laughs, and nudges me, a small pout in his face. "Fine. What song?"

"Sing Right There!" Alfredo exclaims. I'm guessing Justin was going to sing Big Sean's verse.

As I cleared my throat, Selena was looking at everyone.

"I can sing too."

"Yeah, but Ariana's song is only two people." Scooter insisted, and I started the song, telling Selena to join in too. I didn't want to be an asshole to her because of my helpless feelings for Justin. Justin soon joined in, me following behind him. "You guys do know that Mr. Instagram over here just posted you guys."

"Alfredo stop! I look a mess!" I whined, Selena agreeing.

"Too late, popstar." Alfredo always gave him that nickname. "Sorry, Ariana. You look fine."

"Mhm." I rolled my eyes. Soon enough, we reached the airport, me getting out first. When we all got out, I was stuck carrying a duffle bag, and rolling two suitcases. The dufflebag was weighing me down, and Ryan grabbed it since he had a dufflebag as well.

"We aren't making two trips, so get everything." Scooter announced, Justin nodding. As I continued walking, a guy hopped in front of me, and hugged me tightly. "Ariana!"

"I'm alright. He just scared me." I told Scooter, hugging the guy back.

"I-I'm such a big fan - oh my god Selena's here too!? Can I please get a picture?" After he asked, we had taken a picture. He didn't notice Justin, until Selena said his name. "Oh my gosh, traveling is such a benefit."

I sat at a chair in the corner, since the private jet didn't come yet. Our private jet made an arrangement to come to the airport instead of somehwere more private, but it didn't matter. The guy was having a full on conversation with Justin, as everyone else took a seat. I sat in the far back, but near to Ryan, as I wrote in my journal.

There could be a benefit to going on tour with Justin, but he's so lovestruck he doesn't see the bitchiness in Selena; he doesn't notice how she starts an argument over the smallest stupidest things. I think she's doing so he can end she can dump him and have a reason for it, so she can get more publicity. It sounds stupid, but it's all I can think of. I'm not going to get started on how she ruined my song in our singing jam session in the limo. She's a great singer and all, but I was the only one who noticed how she messed up the words, and obnoxiously kissed Justin afterwards. He enjoyed it a lot, I could tell and it broke my heart.

"Ariana. What do you write in there?" Justin's voice scared me, making me jump and shut my journal quickly. "Sorry. But the jet is outside."

I chuckled nervously. "Here I come."

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Most of the things in italics are is what she is writing in her journal. The POV is Ariana's if anyone didn't know.