You're a dad. {a Justin Bieber Parent story} -Chapter 3 (Savannah)

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˖Savannah˖

I get up off my bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Ugh. I have to pack, shower, eat and get dressed before three o’clock.” I sighed, stretching my arms and legs. I turned my head and looked at the clock. 9 am. 6 hours…I should get it done. I walked over to my closet, opened it and dragged out my purple suitcase. Then, I grabbed a bunch of shoes, shirts, tank-tops, jeans, shorts and other stuff, packing it nicely into my luggage.

“Savannah!” A voice called and I opened my door.

“Yes?” I replied back, tapping my fingers on my open bedroom door, waiting for the other person’s response.

“Your dad and I are off to work. Is Justin’s bodyguard coming to get you? Or is it Justin?” The person yelled, and I realized who I was talking to. My mom. It’s not that I don’t talk to her a lot; it’s just that she’s normally at work by now. Does she have a new schedule or is there something I’m missing.  Meh, I’ll find out later.

“Kenny, is his name mom! And yeah, him and Justin’s mom are coming to get me at three!” I called back and I heard dad leave the house first. Ahh, now we’re back to normal. I heard mom’s feet walk hurriedly to the door before she replied back.

“Alright then. Have a great time on the tour! Bye. I love you!”

“Love you too Mom!” I called back, before she smiled and left the house, closing the door lightly behind her. I laughed and went back to finish packing, finishing within minutes of starting. Gosh, that wasn’t so hard. I must be pretty good at packing stuff. Haha, no, probably not. Anyway, I double checked everything before zipping up my suitcase and I grabbed my purse, tucking my iPod, my phone, my smaller make-up case, and two other things inside. I dropped my purse on top of my suitcase, turned on the radio and grabbed my outfit for today, also grabbing a towel before heading to shower. Today must be going really well, because my favourite song was playing on the radio, so before I walked into the bathroom, I raced over and turned up the volume. Kenzie was at school and Mom and Dad were at work, so I basically had the house to myself. So, I started singing.

“Move your body out on the floor

Put your troubles aside, start livin'

Anybody can let go

Throw away all your problems, 'cause right now it's party time

Girl don't feel outta place

'Cause I, I'm in love with this feelin' now, now ah

Hope that this will last a while, we should make it last a while

You like to drink? Yeah

So do we, yeah

Get more bottles, yeah,

bring 'em to me, yeah

Hold your glasses up, people everywhere

Now everybody put your hands in the air

Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl I wanna, yeah, yeah, yeah

I wanna see you tonight, oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl I gotta, yeah, yeah, yeah

I wanna see you tonight

Oh, oh, yeah, oh

Let me see your hands

Oh, oh, dance, oh

Tonight is the night…”

***

I got out of the shower fifteen minutes later, feeling better than before. I heard the radio DJ start talking about Justin and his brand new tour, sounding pretty mean, so I plugged in my iPod and blasted Taylor Swift as I got dressed. I pulled on a pair of denim short-shorts, a blue tank-top with a black tank-top on over that. I grabbed my white vest and put it on, heading into the bathroom to put on my make-up and do my hair. And then the phone started ringing. I groaned and turned off my flat iron, walking over and picking it up.

“Olsen household. Savannah here.” I laughed and so did the person on the other end.

“Hey Sav.” He said and I smiled. Justin.

“Hey Justin. What’s up?”

“Well, mom and Kenny are coming to get you at one rather than three, because I said that three was when I’m doing my sound check and I really need to hang out with you, since I haven’t seen you in a week.” Justin said, laughing a little. I smiled and sat down on my bed.

“So that leaves me with an hour but I’m ready. I’ll just be chilling at home. All by myself. I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Okay. Bye Sav! I love you.”

“Bye Justin. I love you too.” 

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