|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|Dear Aiden Sequel|

|Self-Conclusion|Justin Bieber|16|

The song that Aiden "wrote" is the song on the right.

“What are you gonna wear to the concert?” Justin asked, in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

“Nothing, I’m going naked,” I said, trying to sound serious. I heard him laugh a little.

“No really,” he pressed on.

“I’ll find something,” I answered, rolling my eyes.

I went through my suitcase, looking for something to wear. I pulled out a pair of shorts, an orange tank top and a pair of boots, quickly changing before Justin came out of the bathroom. I heard the sink turn off just as I’d pulled the shirt over my head.

He came around the corner and smiled, “That looks nice.”

I didn’t answer, just shrugged, putting on some bracelets and some dream catcher earrings. I heard a faint knock on the hotel room door and instantly got a migraine. It was Selena.

“Justin, are you almost ready?” she asked from the other side of the door as Justin went to open it.

“Yeah, we’ll be ready in a few. Don’t sweat,” he said.

She stood there looking so flawless. Her hair was in curls, the bangs pulled back into a slight bump. Her makeup was professionally done and her short dress obviously was hot off the runway and the stilettos she was wearing made her perfect legs look long and lean. I was secretly envious of her perfection. I spat insults at her under my breath.

She peered around him to see me, looking so drab compared to her. I tried to pay no attention to her while I put on my boots and brushed my hair. She entered the room, standing next to the table in the dining area. I went into the bathroom to put on makeup, looking at myself in the mirror. For some reason, I felt so inferior and out of place.

I put on my foundation, thinking hard about what I’d heard on E! News this morning.  Giuliana Rancic spoke in her usual overly professional voice. Her words sunk into my brain, eating away at my comfort zone and reminding me of everything I wanted to forget.

“The Bieb’s is in Fort Worth, Texas just barely over a year since the incident with the previously anon dark haired girl, Aiden Dakota,” she’d said and the eternity old photos of Justin and I had flashed on the screen, “In the Fall of 2010, Justin was involved in a house fire which was reported to be the home of Aiden’s mother’s ex-husband. It was also reported that this man had been keeping Aiden there against her will when the house caught fire. Justin was the one who carried her about before the roof collapsed.” Memories of that night stung and I’d gripped the pillow that I was holding in my arms. They showed pictures I’d never seen of the house on fire. There was one in particular where I’d rewound the clip and paused it. You could clearly see Gator, holding Justin back and I was laying in the grass, the medics surrounding me. I fought tears.

 “He was seen with her when he arrived to the Omni hotel just a few hours after Selena had arrived.” Even more pictures, these taken just last night, were flashing by. “Manager Scooter made no comment on the relationship between the two. Is Justin leaving Selena for this other girl, or do you think she’s just a friend?”

Quickly, I shook the feeling and continued to do my makeup. I shut out the sound of Selena and Justin talking. I finished my foundation and decided to just wear mascara. I through everything back into my makeup bag and walked out of the bathroom, my head down. I didn’t want to see them together. I threw the bag into the bedroom and it landed on the edge of the bed. It was almost 5:00. The concert was at 8:00.

Selena left just a few minutes before we did. We’d arrived to the stadium and Justin was rushed to a back room to be dressed. I waited some-what impatiently for them to be done with him. Pattie sat next to me in a folding chair back stage. You could already hear the crowd yelling.