The day after, we all get ready for the awards. Justin meets with Cady. We go to the Billboard Awards and Justin and Pattie get their assigned seats. I sit on one of the seats at the back of the place. So what happens is Justin performs his song Boyfriend from his new album Believe. Then Lil' Wayne beats him at some kind of award category. We are all like "are you fucking kidding me?" but there was no hard feelings. After the awards, Justin approaches me and holds me by my waist. I am shocked for a moment then a reporter came to us.
"That was a great performance you did there Justin," the interviewer says as she flashes a smile.
"Oh thank you," Justin says.
"So who's this lady with you? I see you holding her waist. Is Jelena over?"
If I were Justin, I'd say "No you nosy bitch. She's my maid, she works for me. Ain't no way I'll be replacing one hella rich singer for a poor girl like her.."
"Uhm no Jelena isn't over. She's my friend right Izzy?" he says then looks at me after. I know what he's doing. He held my waist so that he would appear so nice and gentle to me. So that he would appear as the Dreamy Christmas Elf not the rude Justin that he really is. Anyway, I smile at the reporter as she looks at me.
"Yes, right. Actually we've been friends for like a day now," I say with mischivousness in my voice.
Justin taps my back and says "Haha you're joking. What day are you talking about? We're talking about years of friendship here."
I look at him and he winks at me. I just received that deathly wink. The wink that Beliebers want to get.
"So where's Selena?" the nosy reporter asks.
"She's somewhere taking a break," Justin answers then looks at me again. He needs some distraction to get away.
"Ouch!" I yell. Justin looks at me and to the reporter.
"Sorry, she's kinda sick today. We gotta go. Thanks!" We then walk away. Beliebers are taking pictures and stuff and yelling "Justin I love you! How's Jerry?"
I try not to laugh so I look away. Behind the people, one man catches my attention. He's a fucking paparazzi. I then realize that Justin's hand is still on my waist.
"Justin...Justin!" I say nervously.
"What?" he asks.
"Hands off me, there's a paparazzi!" I'm still looking at the paparazzi. He's been taking pics of us. Justin quickly takes his hand off me. The cars come and we all get in. Justin and I are in the same car along with Kenny. The rest are in the other. I look out the window and the pap is approaching the car.
"Justin give me the key!" I say as I look out. There are hundreds of them now. How can this happen?
"I don't have it, Kenny does! Why are you so nervous?" he asks.
"There's like gazillion paps outside! Look!" I point at the mob outside. They probably see Justin holding my waist. Since Selena isn't here, they'll make such a huge issue.
"What are you doing then?" Justin asks again.
"Justin give me the goddamn car key I'll drive!"
"Kenny give her the key." Kenny hands me the car key. I tell Kenny to get out of the car which he does pretty quickly. I move to the driver's seat and drive off. We escape from the paparazzi.
Justin's phone suddenly rings. He answers it and he says it's his mom.
"Yes mom you can see our heads..and yes mom neither I nor Kenny is driving," he says on the phone then silence follows. "Oh where's Izzy? She's driving!"
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Friends Forever
FanfictionIsabella Ericson is a socialite's daughter who just wanted to work and experience life. When she does work, she ends up working for Justin Bieber who shared his past with her.
