I Still Believe in Us (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Ch.1 Meet Justin

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I looked out my small, round window: same old blue sky and fluffy clouds. Same private jet. Same everything. This is what I saw every day.

“Justin.” I turned around and found Alfredo, my best friend, looking down at me with his signature snapback and matching high kicks.

“’Sup.” I sighed.

“Wanna watch TV?” He walked over to the small kitchen and pulled out a cup from the dishwasher.

“Uhh… Sure.” I grabbed the television control that was deep in on the cushion next to me and pressed power.

“…And the worst part ... Bieber's friends act like the restaurant should be HONORED that the singer decided to piss there. It's revolting. We can't say for sure if the group was drunk, but it sure sounds like they were. Oh yeah, at the end of this awful night, Bieber sprays a photo of Bill Clinton with cleaning liquid saying, "F(beep) Bill Clinton!" We don't know what Bill Clinton did to Justin Bieber ... but whatever it was, Bieber probably deserv–” [real quoted TMZ report] And suddenly the television was shut off and a tall dark figure stood up in front of the TV—blocking it.

“Don’t listen to that crap, Justin.” Scooter. He stepped forward, closer to me, and his detail came into view: his arms were crossed his legs stood straight, towering over me. I looked down at my hands, they were intertwined with each other and my legs were spread, my Supras meeting at the bottom of my black leather crotch down pants. “Look at me.” Scooter demanded and I did as told.

And when I did look up at him he was giving the same look he always shows when he’s not angry, nor sad, but disappointed. In fact, I remember the first time he gave me that stare. It was my first plane ride ever. I was with me, my mom and Scooter. There was a giant bowl of spaghetti on a tall table in the front row. “Don’t touch, eat, or even breathe on anything. It’s not yours and not even mine.” He said and as the little prankster I was I walked over to the spaghetti, my favorite, and the table it was on was really, really tall, taller than me. So, I tiptoed up and grabbed the bowl. My hand slipped a second later and the bowl came crashing down on me, sauce and all. When I removed the bowl from half of my head I found Scooter looking down, arms crossed, legs straight, and stare on me.

“Media is just exaggeration for the greedy. It’s useless, don’t listen to it.”

“Listen to Scooter, bruh,” I turned towards another voice: Alfredo. “He’s right, let’s just watch White Chicks or something.” He smiled gulping down another Kool-Aid packet.

“I know,” I said and stood Up giving Scooter a warm smile. “Thanks.”

And a loud clap was heard from Alfredo’s palms. “Alright ladies, whos ready for some popcorn and transsexual cops!”

CHAPTER TWO: MEET STACEY WILL BE POSTED FRIDAY, JUNE 6TH

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