When Justin opened his eyes, he looked around. And what he saw, was what he had expected.. He lay next to a naked girl, who was still sleeping. It wasn't like he loved her, he didn't even know her name. His head ached when he stood up. He tried to put together hsi memories from last night. Justin, discussing with his parents about that dumb duett with lady gaga, justin running out of the restaurant, justin tryin to think about where he could go, justin in a club, justin driking, justin takin some girl home with him... 'Oh shit', he thought. He had to do someghing. But what? He searched for his black tshirt. When he was about to quit the house, he walked by a mirror. He ran his hand through his brown hair. That couldn't be him. That just couldn't be Justin. When did he start going crazy? No, that couldn't happen. He opened the door, and quitted the house. What he had expected was true: The paparazzi was already waiting for him. 'Justin, can you give us a smile, Justin?' or 'Justin, who was that girl from last night?' Or even worse 'Justin, why did you cheat on your fans?' 'WHAT', he thought. Are they totally crazy? Of course he loved his fans. But what did that question have to do with what happened? He gave the paparazzi a dark glance and said 'Just fuckin leave'. To his luck, the didn't hear him. He didnt' know where to go. hIs parents? Never. Alfredo? Maybe, yea. Alfredo was Justin's best friend, ever since he started his carreeer. 'And maybe, i'll be ably to e-mail Layken', he quietly said, and ran, without looking back.
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Remember Me.
FanfictionMeet Layken Gomez, the long forgotten best friend of Justin Bieber. Layken is a 16-year old normal girl, who's working in her mother's souvenir shop in Stratford, Canada, to save money for college. But things are getting much more complicated, since...
