Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

sixteen

Songs inspired for the chapter;

Christmas Eve - Justin Bieber

Remember You - Wiz Khalifa Ft. The Weekend

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"I'm just helping myself."

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Novemeber 26th 2012

To say the least, the past few months have been the same day to day. We would all wake up, go get breakfast, go to sound check, go get lunch, we would have another souncheck, then a meet and greet, then we would have his concert, we would eat dinner, go back to the tour bus, Justin and I would argue, then we'd leave to our next destination. It was getting boring to me and it had barely even started. I was getting sick of the same old routine on a day to day basis.

Right now we were on the highway from leaving Montreal, going to New York City. To say I was happy was an understatement because I was not just happy, I was excited. I had always seen movies when I was younger taking place in the Big Apple and it was always my childhood dream to go there. Now that I am I can't wait!

Justin would be performing at Madison Square Garden, and the whole crew was overly excited about that, but me? I wasn't. Like I said I was happy for me and I will certaintly not be happy for him. I was excited because we have a day and a half to ourselves. His concert wouldn't be until the 28th.

I planned on walking around central park after breakfast, then shopping around Times Square. I also wanted to go ice skating in the Rockefeller Center. All the things I planned on doing when I was younger were finally happening and I couldn't believe it.

As we pulled up to the hotel, I couldn't help but to gaze out at the city lights surrounding me. I smiled as I watched little snow flurries drop from the sky and families walking down the busy sidewalks together. It kind of gave me a feel of being back home, but with a much larger population.

The bus stopped and I hurridly went to the bedroom putting on my uggs and coat. I grabbed my bag and walked out brushing past Justin on the way. As I exited the bus, city air filled my nostrils and I smiled happily. It has been a while since I could finally breath without flashing lights and body guards swarming all around me.

I was so caught up in watching the rush of the city I didn't even realize that girls screams were right in my ear. I spun around to see that Justin was taking pictures and talking with some of his fans. The crew was all there with him, including his mom. I started to feel a little awkward standing there just watching, so I decided maybe I could just go have a smoke.

I walked a bit away from the swarm of fans and started to pick through my bag until I felt the familiar shape of the cigarettes. Pulling one out of the pack, I brought it up to my lips and lit it before inhaling the pleasurable smoke.

I watched as the crew still laughed and talked with the fans, a weird feeling started in the bottom of my stomach making me move uncomfortably. It was weird seeing how happy everyone was to talk to strangers, and as I switched gazes toward Justin I seen that he was looking at me.

I started to feel even more uncomfortable because by now the fans he was with were staring to, so I just did what I did. I rolled my eyes and flipped him off thinking he would do something back, but he didn't. Instead he just threw his head back in laughter and winked at me before turning back to the fans. What?

Scoffing and throwing my cigarette on ground, crushing it with my foot, I walked over to Pattie tapping her on her shoulder. She turned around and saw the look of irratation on my face and immediately gathered up the crew so we could finally go to our rooms.