Forever Summer | Justin Bieber

Chapter 3

"Life is worth living, so live another day."
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Lily

"Are you Lily?"

I looked up to see a guy with a messy long wavy blonde hair wearing a black t-shirt, wearing old school vans, and jean shorts. He's cute. If you like that sort of thing, I thought.
But I was a savvy New Yorker, not sun-drained local. So I narrowed my eyes and said, "maybe."

"Cut me some slack, would ya? Traffic on 405 was a bitch, and if your dad finds out I was late, he'll kill the shit out of me." He smiled then, exposing his white teeth. But even though it made him look even cuter, I was unmoved. After all, I had a boyfriend. I was no pushover.

"So, how do you know my dad?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest and enjoying myself for the first time in too many hours to count.

"He's my boss. I run errands for him and stuff. My name is Justin."

"Are you my nanny?" I laughed.

Justin shook his head and glanced at the display on his cell phone. "C'mon, dude, I'm in a time crunch."

"Okay," I said, standing up and grabbing my bag.
"But I'm driving."

"I don't think so," he said, taking my bag and leading me out the door to the parking structure.

"I'm a good driver. I've had my license for almost six months." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Maybe so, but have you seen your teeth recently? They're all purple. Looks like you've been hittin' it hard on the plane." He smirked.

"Are you serious?" I asked, panicked.

"See for yourself." He opened the door of the silver Mercedes's convertible and flipped down the mirrored visor.

"Oh, god. My dad's gonna kill me. Can we stop somewhere so I can brush my teeth?"

"Dude, you need a little more than that. Let's get you coffee, some aspirin, and a bottle of water. I've got some visine right here."

Big surprise. "I really appreciate that. But can you do me a favor?" I asked, more than a little annoyed with him for insinuating that I was drunk, even though I was.

"Sure, what?"

"Please stop calling me dude. My name is Lily."

"Whatever."

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Despite the double-shot venti nonfat latte I practically inhaled, I fell right to sleep. It wasn't until Justin nudged me hard in the arm and said, "you're not gonna want to miss this," that I woke up.

"Where are we?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and straightening my t-shirt, which had risen up and twisted around.

"Laguna Beach. This is Laguna Canyon Road, and in just a few minutes you won't believe your eyes."

He was right. We drove through a narrow, twisting road cut right down the center of the canyon and then suddenly came to a halt. Right in front of me was a big gorgeous beach filled with volleyball players, basketball players, sunbathers, and body boarders.

"What beach is that?" I asked, trying to sound curious and not at all impressed.

"Main beach."

"It's nice." I shrugged, craning my neck to look at it, as he turned left onto Pacific Coast Highway.

"You think that's nice? Wait until you see your beach. That's one of the best benefits of working for your dad. Your beach has awesome waves, and I get to surf there nearly everyday."

"I'm not interested in that. I'm into diving.," I said, gawking at the beautiful coastline in spite of myself.

"That's cool." He nodded. "But you really should try it."

"No thanks," crossing my arms in front of me.

Justin continued down PCH, past huge custom oceanfront homes, and a spectacular, sprawling resort call the Montage.

"We're almost there," he said, waving at the uniformed guard and driving through the gate.

"This is where I live? This is Laguna Cove?" I asked, unable to keep excitement out of my voice.

"This is it. See the house on the end? That's yours."

"Oh. My. God." I sat and stared at the large, sprawling home built on the edge of the cliff as Justin parked in the driveway.

"Go ahead, I'll get your bags."

I grabbed my bag and ran for the door, excited to see my dad and checked out my new room. But when I tried to open it, the door was locked. So I knocked. But nobody answered. "Dad?" I called, knocking even louder and ringing the doorbell.

"He's probably not home yet. Here, use this key." Justin tossing me a shiny gold key.

"But he'll be home soon, right?" Opening the door to an expensive foyer filled with tropical plants and freshly cut flowers.

"Doubtful. They were having problems on the set, and he said he didn't know if he'd make it home tonight. But I'm sure he'll call you later."

"You mean I'm supposed to stay here by myself?" Feeling more than a little panicked.

"Yeah. You can totally party. But if I were you, I'd just lie down and take a nap," Justin said, setting my bags on the travertine-tiled floor.

"Well, where are you going?" Suddenly dreading his leaving. The last thing I wanted was to be left alone in a big unfamiliar house.

"Hittin' the beach. There's a six-foot swells out there." He smiled.

"But, don't you have more work to do? You said in the airport that you were on a time crunch." I hated myself for sounding so needy.

"I didn't want to miss the surf. You were my past chore." He shrugged.

"Thanks a lot." I said, rolling my eyes.

"You know what I mean." He turned and headed for the door. "See you around," he called over his shoulder.

"Whatever." Standing in the foyer, watching him leave. When the door closed behind him, I was left with nothing but an overwhelming loneliness and complete silence. I better get used to it, I thought. Then I grabbed my bags and walked down a long hallway in search for my new room.

2 chapters in one day? I've been bored lately so I decided to write 2 chapters today.

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-meagen