Filming the bad boy

Chapter Three

Knock Knock

"I got it!" I said. I ran down the stairs and opened the front door. Only revealing Justin Drew Bieber holding up that crumbled piece of paper.

"Ill do it." He said.

"Do what?"

"Ya know. Be the star of the show." I stood in the door way and starred at him.

"Okay." I said. I stepped aside to let him in. Its not like he havent been in my house before, or didnt know my family. Our families use to be real close.

Use to...

He sat down on the couch and I ran upstairs to grab my laptop and journal. When I came back down he was no where in the living room.

"Justin!" I said.

"In here!" He said. The sound came from the kitchen. I followed it and seen him searching the refrigerator. "What are you doing?"

"Im looking for food. I'm hungry as fuck. My mon was to busy arguing with my dad to cook this morning." I widen my eyes.

I remember when we were young Justins parents use to argue a lot. They worked things out but now there back at it I guess.

Taylor was Justins coping mechanism. But once Taylor died Justin was on his own.

"Im sorry to hear." He shrugged and continued to look. "How about we talk about the project then we'll cook?"

"How about cook then project?" He said facing me giving his famous JB smirk.  "No."

"I mean hopefully you'll stay in those shorts because mami you looking fine."

I looked at my outfit and realized I was just in shorts and a tank top.

"Perv." He shrugged.

"Come on." I said. I grabbed his arm and yanked him into the living room. I threw him on the couch and sat next to him.

While grabbing my items he began to pout. I ignored him and opened my laptop. While logging in he turned on the tv.

I looked up at him annoyed and he smirked at me.

"What? I couldn't resist." I sighed loudly and snatched the remote out of his hand. I turned the tv off and continued on my computer.

"Okay. So heres the plan-."

"Wait." He said holding up his index finger and continued to text on his phone. He laughed and set his phone down. He looked at me and gave me an annoying smile. "Continue..."

I began again. "Well ya know I was thinking about following you around-."

"Don't you already do that?" He said.
interrupting again.

"No. I dont. Anyways and doing a documentary about your life."

"You mean my awesome life?" He asked.

"No Justin. You shitty fucking life."

"Wait so this is gonna be like a reality tv show? Cameras following me around and people get to see something they wanna be?" He began to smile probably thinking of the fact that hes so perfect.