POV: Roxana
where to go now i don't have more friend only Yicela but she thinks I'm died and i want it to stay like that for her safety. i guess i am going to the place I want to go for awhile Las, Nevada.
~~~~A Year Later~~~~~~
POV: Justin
I guess it's been a year that have been in the music business and so far it be doing great what more could I as for I mean. I got my dream to come true. and know I'm living the life ( almost) there not really girl my age. but it's ok for know.
"Scooter I cant find this girl. I been looking for her for a year"
"don't worry Usher. what's her name I could help find this girl" what are they talking about .
"her name is Roxana Santos. she is I think that same as JB. she has the most amazing voice I ever hear on a young age girl." at last a girl my age.
"do you want to see the video of her."
"yeah sure. let me talk to Justin and I will be there man" I hear Scooter coming my way. I go running to my studio and pendent I was doing something.
"hey Justin do you want to watch a video with me and Usher." I nod my head and we headed to where Usher is.
"hey JB." we do our hand shake.
"hey Usher. so what you up to"
"just trying to find this girl. I been trying to find her for a year and nothing. Scooter is helping me find her and here watch this video" he get his laptop and he type. and turn it around.
"ok here it goes" he push the play button.
and I hear and see the most beautiful girl. I ever seen.
"we need to find her"
"whoa little man you got a crush." I turn my head around I don't want them seeing me blushing over a girl.
"no. she just got a amazing voice. that all"
"yeah sure JB" I knew they were smirking so I left. I'm will just not look or talk to them.
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How I Met You ( Justin Bieber Love Story )
FanficJustin want Roxana but she does not. she been through hell and back. but it looks like it want to come back. at first Justin want Roxana but later year past by. and he never talks to her or hang out. he knew for the beginning she was different...
