You Are My Dream

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(Olivia's POV)

I was making my way backstage before Justin's performance. I said hello to everyone I knew and stopped to talk to a few of them. I heard someone clear their throat and I turned around to see who it was, because it was obviously directed to me.

As soon as we made eye contact, I felt myself get very angry. I was NOT in the mood for Selena's bullshit, so I gave her a fake smile and wave and turned on my heel and continued walking.

"Who do you think you are?" She scoffed loudly.

I stopped walking, laughed, and turned back around. "Listen, I don't have time to listen to you bitch about how sad your life is now and how good that makes mine. M'kay? You're just mad because he's all mine. Well that hasn't changed and its not going to, so you need to get over it and move on." I shrugged my shoulders.

"You know, you're pretty funny. Because I don't give a shit about either of you."

"No, but you do. Or we wouldn't even be having this conversation right now. So I suggest you stop talking before you make yourself sound even more stupid. He doesn't want you."

"Wow, just wait until the media hears about this one. You'll be making him look really bad."

"I don't give a shit about any of those sleezy people. Neither does Justin, of all people you should know that. I also don't give two shits what you or any of them think about me. So go ahead and tell them whatever the fuck you want, its not going to affect our lives. Just remember, I can tell them everything your psycho ass has done. But I never have, because you're not worth my time."

"I don't know why you think you're the shit, because you're not, honey. I am so much more successful than you, you haven't accomplished a damn thing in your pathetic little life."

"I hate to break it to you, honey. But you don't have much talent. You're just a phony, and for your information I have accomplished a lot of things. You just don't know what they are. But frankly, that's none of your business."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"So what the hell do you want anyways? I don't have time for your useless bullshit. You're not worth my time, and you're not going to ruin my night for me. Goodbye." I turned around and walked away and I heard heels clicking loud and fast on the concrete.

I turned back around to see her attempting to come at me. "Don't you dare lay a finger on me. You don't want to mess with me, because I'm pretty sure you don't want me to mess up your extensions. Do you?"

She didn't say anything, she simply made a fool of herself. So I turned around, for the last time and went into Justin's dressing room.

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I walked in and I saw him sitting down in his chair, looking down at the ground and playing with the random things that were on the vanity. When he did something like that, I knew he was very deep in thought about something.

He didn't hear me come in. I made my way over to him and rubbed his shoulders for a second. Then I wrapped my arms around him as best as I could from how I was standing, and how he was sitting.

I kissed him on the cheek and he smiled. We made eye contact in the mirror, which made me smile.

"Can I just say- you are absolutely breathtaking, baby." He said with a smile and a wink.

"Thank you so much, Justin. You know, I'm so proud of you. Coming up on stage with you, your mom, and everybody else was awesome. It felt amazing, I watched you grow up and now I'm right here with you backstage, at the Grammys. It's insane and so surreal. And I know I have said this a thousand times, but thank you for everything. I love you, baby."