Can You Change or Is It Too Late?! (Justin Bieber fanfic)

Chapter 1

Being best friend since diapers has its ups and downs, especially if he's a worldwide pop star. Yes Justin Bieber and I have been best friends since we were 2. We were attached at the hip until he moved to Atlanta. We had arguments but still kept in touch. As he got more famous we started to lose touch but when Ryan and Chaz would go visit him, they'd invite me. I would feel awkward especially if we had a fight but we some how always worked through it. 

Once I turned 18 Ryan, and I moved down to LA with Justin. Now seeing how Justin & Selena (no hate for her) have had their ups and downs, she did not like this idea. Justin assured her that we were only friends. Little did he know, every time he said that my heart broke. Yes I've had a crush on Justin since I was 13. No one knows abou my little crush, so if I cry I blame it on a guy saying they friendzoned or hurt me.

Recently, Justin has decided to take a break from the music world. Now obviously this doesn't stop him from giving fans some songs. But he's been acting out and different lately. It bothers me that he doesn't tell me whats going on or confines in me either. Ryan notices too but he obviously won't say anything. I'm always the bad guy. Pattie has been like my mom, and she likes that I'm blunt and honest with everyone, especially Justin. I feel like she can tell how I feel about Justin but she never says anything. I don't think people realize how much it hurts to have to one person  you love, not love you back and knowing he's in the room next to you. 

 

Becca's pov

I woke up this morning in my bed light blinding me. I groaned and rolled over to the other side trying to fall back asleep until I heard Justin.

"Becca. Get up. Its 1 in the afternoon and Ryan and I want to go to the skate park."

"ugh fine just give me 10 minutes." 

He kissed my forehead then left the room. what he doesn't know is that but the biggest smile on my face and those butterflies in my stomach to swarm. I went to my bathroom brushed my teeth. Then I went to my closet and got high waister jean shorts, white crop top, converse, I tied a flannel shirt around my waist and grab my phillies snapback. i ran down the stairs grabbed a banana and grabbed my skateboard from behind the couch.

"Guys I'm ready. lets go!"

I heard the stomping of their feet running down the steps. We headed out to the park. At the park I was the only girl who actually skated. All the other prissy girls hardly wore clothes. I swear I've seen more clothes in a barbie doll then them. I skated over to the half pipe and started to ride. I was about to go down a rail when I heard a high pitch scream and I fell off the rail and landed on my shoulder. I cried out in pain.

"AAAHHHH shit."

My vision started to blurry due to tears but I saw two people run over.

"Becca are you okay?"

"Ryan you idiot shes obviously not okay. shit becs I think you dislocated your shoulder. Alright Ryan you go get the car and meet us here."

Ryan and left and it was just Justin and I.

I had to ask Justin who the fuck screamed bloody mary.

"who the fuck screamed like they were being murdered or raped?!"

"just some girls who passed and saw me."

"cocky much? but god damn it why can't girls just leave us.. you alone?! Im so tired of this shit."

"what do you mean by that becs?"

"nothing just forget it. ryans here lets just go to the hospital. call your mom and tell her to meet us there."

 

*at the hospital*

"well ms. looks like you dislocated your shoulder. So what we'll do is pop it back into place, and then you well be in a sling for the next 4-6 weeks."

"does popping it back in hurt?"

"it'll hurt more lot being in place."

"becs I'll hold your hand and just look at me."

"thanks justin"

the doctor got situated to pop my shoulder back in. I quickly grabbed justin's hand a squeezed the crap out of it.

"alright its back in place now. heres your sling and I'll see you in 4-6 weeks." 

We thanked the doctor and met Pattie in the waiting room to go back to the house.