[Justin]
Yes. (Y/N) agreed to meet me. I hope this visit will help. Maybe we could be good friends. Or more. Who knows?
I write her address down on paper, putting it in my pocket. After packing and getting everything together, my crew and I get into the car. I should have asked for her number. Maybe I could text her on the way to meet her. I click the dm button on my twitter.
'Could I get your number?'
I hit the send button. Instantly she messages back with ten digits. I put the number in my phone, sending her a message.
'(Y/N)?'
'Justin?'
'Yes.'
'Hi:)'
A smiley face?
'Hi... How are you?'
'Im fine. How are you?'
'Im okay.'
We text pretty frequently as the Long Journey began. She seemed like a nice girl. Graduating from college soon, got a job, an apartment. Her head was on straight. I like her already. I just can't wait to meet her in person. To see her flawless face in front of me, to know that she's real.
That's my ultimate goal...
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You truly could not believe that the Justin Bieber was texting you. Hell! You couldn't believe he asked for your number. Butterflies filled your stomach as he asked you questions about yourself. You'd rather not talk about it, considering so much has happened in the last five years of your life. You lost all your friends, except one or two. Your mom passed away, and your dad... Well we won't get into that. You had a boyfriend... Emphasis on had. He dumped you for someone else, after two years. He say it was because of your support for Justin... But you knew the real reason.
'Well we're in your city. We'll be there shortly.' He texts.
'Ok. See you then.' You text putting your phone on charge.
Your apartment was very clean. Always clean actually. After work you really had nothing to do. So you washed clothes, dishes and whatever other thing you could clean.
Since he would be here soon, you decide to take a shower. You made it quick so you could be dressed when they got there.
After drying off and spraying your scent, you got dressed. Jeans, tank top and a cardigan. You slip on your white Adidas which you adore. You look yourself over in a mirror, making sure nothing was noticeable. The long sleeves of your cardigan hide your many scars and you didn't want Justin to see that. After finishing up, you check your phone. There waiting was a text from Justin.
'We're here.'
