Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 95

That's not what her hair looks like but we all know I'm lazy so use your IMAGINATION

Ariana

Friday, 6:00 pm

"Okay, I'm dressed. Let's go." I say.

"Mommy, you look so pretty." Aviella says.

"Thank you, baby girl." I smile and pick her up.

"Let's go, Ariana." Justin says.

I smile and follow him out the front door.

"So you're picking us up in the morning?" Aviella asks as I put her in her car seat.

"That's correct."

"Why? I thought the concert was over tonight?"

"We're not gonna wake you up just to take you home. You know how cranky you get."

I close the door and get in my seat.

Justin looks over at me, a smirk clear on his face. I smile and he rests his hand on my thigh for the rest of the drive.

6:19 pm

"Thanks mom! We'll see you tomorrow." I say.

"Use protection! We don't need another kid yet." Frankie tells us.

I roll my eyes and me and Justin leave the house.

"My brother is too much." I laugh.

"Of course. He's related to you."

"Haha. Funny."

We both get in the car and Justin drives to the venue where the concert is gonna be held.

6:37 pm

"Now to stand in line for ten years."

"Not ten years. Twenty minutes. They'll let us in at 7."

"I'm sure they will."

"Hey, are you Justin Bieber?"

We both turn around and see three girls standing behind us.

"Yes, I am."

"Wow, I can't believe we're actually in line behind you. Can we please have a picture?"

"Of course."

I take their picture and give the girl her phone.

"Thank you so much."

"Anytime."

"Don't forget to send that to us, Lissa."

"I won't forget. I'm doing it right now." I smile and turn back around.

"Justin, can you give me my phone?"

"I can. But the real question is do I want to."

"You do want to. Give it."

He smiles, taking my phone out of his pocket.

"Thank you."

6:50 pm

"They're letting VIP in early." I tell Justin.

"They should. All that money I paid, I shouldn't have to wait in line at all."

"Shut up." I laugh and we walk to the doors.

Justin waves to a few people who almost faint when they see him before showing the security our tickets.

After we're checked, I drag Justin to buy me some Zayn merch.

"I spend way too much money on you." Justin says.