Justin Bieber is a pop superstar sensation who is misunderstood at times. Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend Selena Gomez, he's gotten afraid of having feelings for other girls. Every once in a while, he'd be seen hanging around with differe...
(Sorry Ihaven't written in like a month. I missed writing chapters but to make it up, Imadethis chapter a bit longer.)
I woke up to a kiss on my cheek from Justin.
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"Morning, sunshine." He says with a sweet smile.
"Morning." I respond while giving him a peck on the lips. "What time is it?" "10:00." Emily interrupts while her and Christian come into the mini theater with a bowl of cereal.
"You're a heavy sleeper- you should go and check that out." Christian says while putting a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. Emily looks at him and laughs while lightly slapping his head. "Douche." She says with a smirk.
"You hungry? The food should be ready..." Justin says while playing with my hair. "I'm down." I say while jumping out of my seat and heading to the kitchen. I was breathless. The food table was full of everything. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, pancakes, hashbrowns. I turn to Justin. "Dude- is this all for us?" I ask. "Yeah. I kinda wanted to go simple with the meal." He says while I have a shocked face.
"Emily and I were thinking of heading down to an amusement park together since she'll be leaving soon" Christian says as he has his arm around Emily's shoulder, "Do you guys wanna tag along?" Justin and I look at each other in surprise. "Sounds lit." Justin says,"Erika and I are down..." Justin answers for me while getting ahold of my hand and kissing it.
I nod my head. "I just have to see if my mom let's me go. Plus, Emily and I have to get ready" I say, "Just let me eat."
●●●●●●●●●●● I asked my mom if I could hang out with Justin all day and she told me it was fine. Emily and I miraculously spent an hour doing our hair, makeup, and getting dressed.
"So does this count as a date?" Emily questions as she's applying mascara. "I guess... Do you like Chris to consider it a date?" I ask her while curling my hair. "I mean like as a friend, he's cool," Emily says as she stops to look at him, "... but he's a little bit out of my league."
Emily and I were dressed and we're pretty much friendship goals because look at our outfits. Yasss Emily yasss (My outfit is on the left. Emily's is on the right)
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