I walked to the main entrance of the mall, hoping to get out of here. Why, you ask? Because some pop start is supposedly having a concert. I finally heard faint screams, instead of of eardrum-popping screams, when I stepped outside.
I walked to my old pickup truck, hopping the driver's seat. When I got home, I parked my truck in the drive way to take a walk. I didn't know where I was at. I looked around, and realized I was in an alley. I saw some guy wearing a purple hoodie, it was covering his face, and purple converse.
"My friend just got dumped. What do you do after a breakup?" he blurted out.
"Well, it depends," I answered.
"How?" he questioned.
"Does this person really like this other person?" I replied in a question form.
"Very,"
"Well, if they can't live without this person, they try to kill themselves. If they're able to handle the heartbreak, they'll move on."
"Thanks,"
"If I may ask, why would you want to know something like this?" I asked.
I want to know what my friend is going through." he replied.
"Oh, okay. I'm Rita, and you are?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Don't freak out! I'm Justin Bieber," the last part came out as a whisper, but I heard it.
"I-" I was confused. "Sorry, but I'm not buying it!" He took his hood off to reveal his face. I don't like Justin Bieber, but I'm not a hater. Ok so that was an understatement: I hate him.
"Please, please, please don't yell my name!" he begged.
"Why would I yell your name if I'm not even a fan?"
"Every girl likes my music,"
"Not every girl, Bieber," I spat. Then I left.
"Wait!" Justin called after me.
"What!?" I turned around.
"I'm sorry, kay? Can we please start over?"
"Why not. I'm Rita, and you are?" I inched my hand out.
"I'm Justin, Justin Bieber." he shook my hand.
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