Falling in love with my neighbor (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Part 1

It was a sunny day. I took my book , sunglasses and my soda with me and go sit in the garden. The sun was shining and my brother was about to jump in the pool. "Jack!" I jelled when he maked me a little bit wet. "Aliceee! Come in the pool instead of reading there a boring book." He begged. "Oh right why not." I walked upstares to my room and took a bikini. My window was open because it was really hot. I looked at the other side and saw Justin waving. He putted his window open. "What are you doing there? You should be outside , hanging out at the pool." I jelled. "Maybe. I was about to go away but the papz lock the door as you can see." I looked outside the window and saw paparazzi standing outside. Always the same. They can't leave Justin alone. "So you in your own pool. You seem to be bored." I jelled again. "Home alone. Nothing fun of it." He said back. "Come to ours." "How?" "At the back." "Sure?" "Yes come'on! You're young. You should have fun on these days!" I saw him smiling tiny. That was a long time ago. He seems to be depressed. I closed my window and putted my bikini on. I went to go downstares and opened the backdoor for Justin. Jack was swimming while I took my phone. "Jack. Justin comes." I said to him. He came above the water and looked at me. "Why?" He asked. "Because he's bored. He should having fun." I answered watching Justin entering the garden. "Aye!" I jelled to him. He smiled tiny and came to us. "Yo bro." Jack said to him. "Yoo." he answered short. I saw he was wearing a swimmingshort with a t-shirt on it. He came to me and gave sme a hug. "You want something to drink?" I asked. "Cola please." He answered. I smiled and went to get a cola for him. Suddenly the housephone rang. "Alice?" My mom said. "Yeah mom." I answered. "Well. I have an surgery at 8PM. It is one that we moved because a needy one just came in. Order some pizza or something. What are you doing?" "I'm just taking a cola. Justin's here. He was bored. Jack's swimming." "Ok. Have to go!" "Okay , bye!" I said hanging up. I took the cola and went to give it to Justin. "Jack . Mom's going to be later home. Pizza tonight." I said to him. "Yeah!" He answered jumping back in the pool. "Why don't u stay?" I asked to Justin. "Sure?" "Yeah. Come'on. I want to swim." I said also jumping in the pool. He chuckled and also jumped in the pool. I'm a fan of Justin. I like his music and know all the lyrics of it. But because I know him , it's diffrent. All my friends in my school are jealous I live next to him. When they come to my place all they want is to see justin. Sometimes I'm getting tired of it but it's became a habbit. But then you have me , having his private facebook , private twitter , private snapchat , private instagram and phonenumber. I know he knows he can trust me and that's the same backwards. Yeah I've met some celeberties on his parties. I know I'm lucky. Like he knows some things of me some friends don't know. Actually he is my friend. Should be fun , you think. Yes and No. Those paps are killing me. When Justin comes to me and they see them entering my door , the papz have to know everything. They even said one day : 'Is he your boyfriend?' They're just crazy.

After an hour I getted out of the pool and Justin also did. He went to his house and did normal clothes on.

I also did. Jack still swim in the pool. I was downstares taking some chips when Justin came in. "Hay Al!" That's how he calls me. "Hay Jay!" And that's how I call him. "So what are you're doing?" "Taking chips. How are you?" "Good" he said while he looked down. "No you aren't" I answered. "Yes I am!" I looked to him. Straight in the eyes. I saw him sitting down on a chair. "Want't some chips?" I asked. "Jup." He said looking to the chips. "First you're going to tell me what's really going on." I said pulling the chips away from his hand. "But I'm fine!" "No you aren't" I answered. "No I am not! Because you won't give the chips to me." He said. "Jay. Just tell it." He looked down. "You're brother still in the pool?" He asked. I getted my shoulders up and went to look. "Jack! How long do you keep swimming?" I asked. "Half hour." He answered. I nodded and went inside. "Jup. You have thirty minutes. Go ahead." I said. He looked to me. "Everything's going wrong. The papz following me everywhere. The case from that thing that happend in Miami. All the hate. The media who say things that isn't true. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of asking the docter for anti-depresiva , I'm 20 years old. I shouldn't do that. You know Al , sometimes I even have the feeling my friends don't care about me anymore. Ryan does , Za too but it's all to much. I'm to many times alone. Actually good you saw me sitting in my room. I closed it. And also that smile I always have to put on my face when I see my fans. Like they got me here , I know but it's so a fake smile. I got yesterday a fan. She asked me for a picture. I nodded. She looked to me and said : if you don't want to take one , just say it. You don't seem to be happy." I looked at him , that's bad , he has to say this. "So here chips." I said giving it to him. "How can I help you?" I said. "Being here for me. Like you knew there was something wrong." He said while his voice was shaking. I looked at him and tears were appearing in his eyes. "Jay ,do not dare to let even one tear rol!" I said to him. He looked back to me but I saw a tear already on his cheeck. I took a tissue and gave it to him. "How many times do you cry at one day?" I asked taking some water for him. "A lot. Mostly when I'm alone." He answered back. I looked carefully at him and gave him a hug. He doesn't desirve this shit. Why can't he just be happy? I don't understand why people could do this to him. "Al can I say something in really deep trust?" He asked. I looked scared at him while nodding. "I'm doubting to stop my career and going back to canada , stratford." I looked shoked to him. "Are you kidding me?" I asked. "No." Damn hell! What should going on in his mind. This is bad! I have to do something about it , but what?