*Your pov.*
Sometimes you have to take risks and let yourself do crazy things. That way you're able to make yourself feel alive again. You can change your life a little and experience the most incredible things. But YOU have to make the first step!
»Wow, I wouldn't have thought you'd really do it«
»Neither did I. Trust me«, I respond and take a sip from my coffee.
It's early in the morning. My best friend and I are sitting at a small table in a warm coffee shop. Actually we're morning grouches but today is maybe going to be a special day so we forced ourselves to get up early and leave our grumpy mood at home.
»I'm so nervous. What if I won't be the chosen one?«, I wonder desperately,»Then this whole thing would've been a waste of time.«
»No! Don't say that, Y/N. I know a hundred percent that he'll love your painting!«, she assures me with her bright manipulative smile.
I let out a deep sigh but join her optimism shortly after. Maybe she's right and I'll be the winner of the contest. Unfortunately, hundred more people are possibly thinking the exact same thing and they have every right to since anyone of us could win.
»Of all things, why would he love my painting the most?«
»Because I saw it and it's amazing! Through it shines a big amount of creativity and that's what will win him over«, my bestie explains making me feel lightly more confident.
Still I'm not quite sure he'll get the meaning of my painting. Whatever, the contest says that we have to paint a picture for Justin Bieber and hand it in till today. I send mine and now I have to wait for an e-mail which will either tell me I lost or I won the contest. The winner obviously gets to hang out with Justin. But that's not all: It's Valentines Day which means the winner will be having a romantic photoshoot with him.
»Well let's see what happens. I should get an e-mail any time soon since the photoshoot is today«, I state and only then my phone rings.
Instantly we look at each other. Nervousness and excitement overcomes me but before I can feel any more weird emotions I take a look at my phone.
»Ugh, it's just Jackson«
»Hold up!«, she raises her voice and examines me for a second,»With Jackson you mean your ex boyfriend?«
There we go!, I think to myself. I smile shyly and gulp down the rest of my coffee.
»Why would he text you? Are you still a thing?«
»No! Of course not...«, I whisper the last sentence and continue, »I mean he's kind of my...my insurance.«
With a total confused look on her face she stares right at me. She scoffs and crosses her arms in front of her chest. I gulp down hard and grin trying to find anything to distract her. But it's too late.
»What do you mean by insurance, bad girl?«, she asks accusingly.
»It's easy: If this whole thing with Ju-Justin won't work I-I'll have Jackson«, I stutter slowly understanding why my best friend is calling me a bad girl.
Okay, I'm thirsty! So what? It's Valentines Day and I don't want to be alone.
»Does that mean you and Jackson are like friends with benefits now?«
»Well not yet«, I say laughing to avoid the awkwardness.
She examines me for quite a while before finally giving up. Her lips find its way to her cup of hot chocolate. Suddenly my phone rings again.
