May 23, 6:19 a.m.
Justin: I was wondering if I should bring anything today. For you or for Paris. Or maybe even CeCe or Santiago. It seems like one parakeet is completely overshadowing the other. That can't be good for a keet's self-esteem.
May 23, 6:34 a.m.
Ariana: You need to get a waterproof phone, so I can call you when you're in the shower. Because that seems to be the place I miss you most. Okay. It's thoughtful of you to want to bring something. I know we talked about giving each other surprises, but you don't need to do that. Seriously. You only need to bring yourself.
May 23, 7:00 a.m.
Justin: You are the first girl who ever said that she missed me when I was in the shower. Ari, Ari, Ari. I wonder if you jog half as good as you flirt.
May 23, 3:38 p.m.
Ariana: Come now! Come now! The eggs are hatching.
Justin: I'm almost to your house.
Ariana: Wow. You're early.
Justin: Only by, like, ten minutes.
Ariana: So you're telling me that you're ten minutes away?
Justin: You're quick.
Ariana: Don't tease me. I'm feeling way too fragile for that.
Justin: What's wrong?
Ariana: I'm nervous.
Justin: About Paris?
Ariana: About you!
Justin: There's no reason to be nervous about me. We've covered this already. I'm totally great. You've got a long list to back it up.
Ariana: I know. It's just. Oh my god. We're going to meet.
Justin: That's a good thing.
Ariana: Yeah. Yeah.
Justin: Hey, I think I see your house.
Ariana: You do? That didn't take ten minutes. Are you sure you saw my house?
Justin: Well, I'm in the middle of nowhere. I haven't seen a landmark or sign of civilization for miles. The house I'm looking at is the fourth one on the left and it's blue. And also shaped like a triangle.
Ariana: Are you driving a green car?
Justin: Yep.
Ariana: I can see you, too!
Justin: Wow. Your house is big.
Ariana: Justin, before we meet, I need to tell you something.
Justin: You've got something else to tell me?
Ariana: It's about my hair.
Justin: Are you really a baldy?
Ariana: No. Nothing that dramatic.
Justin: That's a relief.
Ariana: I dye the ends of my hair.
Justin: What color? Green?
Ariana: Blonde. But my natural color is brown.
Justin: I don't care what color your hair is.
Ariana: I bet you would if it really was green.
Justin: Your car must be an all-wheel drive. I mean, your driveway has a steep grade.
Ariana: I told you. I live on a hill.
Justin: I see that. Hey, is that your dogwood?
Ariana: Yes, that's it. Oh my god. You're parking!
Justin: Yes. It's something I often do after I arrive somewhere by car.
Ariana: You're getting out of your car. You've got a bag. Did you bring something for Paris?
Justin: No, they're churros. For you. Where are you?
Ariana: Up here. In my window. Hey, where are you going?
Justin: I'm taking a look at your tree. It's growing buds. It'll probably blossom in a few weeks.
Ariana: The plaque arrived today. Crazy timing, right?
Justin: That's amazing.
Ariana: Do you see a good place where I should attach it? Maybe the south side of the base? Or maybe the west side? It's sunnier.
Justin: I didn't drive all the way down to East Montpelier with a sack of churros to inspect the shade of your dogwood.
Ariana: Yeah. You're right. I'll figure it out.
Justin: Do you want me to ring the doorbell? Or are you going to come down?
Ariana: Why don't you come to my window? I can't totally see you yet.
Justin: Maybe it's because you're two stories above me.
Ariana: Oh, I can see you now. Oh my god. It's you! It's you! I can see your head. And your face. You're exactly what I expected.
Justin: Ariana, why are we still talking on the phone?
THE END
A/N:
awww this is it :(((((
gonna miss my parents in this book... thanks for reading this book and supporting me through it!
but no y'all; there'll be no sequel!!!
I like this book the way it is and I'm not gonna continue writing more just for the sake of continuing it lol
but you shall not be saddened (lol) bc I have a new book out called ''The Falls'' and I think y'all would really like it so go check it out if you haven't already and leave a vote!
love ya babes <3
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Phone Calls > jariana (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction''Justin Bieber, you are a random person.'' this book is told entirely through phone calls.