Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

31. Last Time I Checked

Justin's POV

Fourth day. Last day.

Tomorrow will be the last Believe Tour concert.

And the day I meet Mia.

But at the moment, Mia wasn't the first one in my thoughts.

My Beliebers were.

I was scrolling down my Twitter feed and smiling. Beliebers had made videos of meet and greets, funny moments, concerts, OLLG, and so much more. Tweets saying that they'll miss these moments, that they can't wait for the Journals Tour, that I've come so far, and so forth. My dedicated Beliebers were ready for tomorrow. I responded to Tweets for I dunno how long when Scooter barged in.

Shit.

I quickly but my headphones on and changed it to my music. But I was too slow.

"Justin. I said no to laptop if you're not gonna do what I told you to." Scooter scolded me.

"They're all excited for tomorrow! C'mon Scooter! Tweets were gping cra~zy!"

"Laptop." Scooter held out his hand.

"Fine." I closed my laptop and handed it over to him.

"The dancers... Your dancers have been waiting for you. It's almost been an hour."

I suddenly felt guilty. "Sorry I'll be right out."

I quickly got up and went to the dancers.

"Sorry I took forever..." I apoligized.

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My dancers and I were all kind of out of focus today. So we decided to take a break.

"Wow. Tomorrow's our last concert!" Elena, one of my female dancers, exclaimed.

"I know right? It feels like yesterday I was nervous about dance try-outs." Rosalet, one of my other female dancers, responded.

We spent the rest of our time talking about tomorrow. I gotta be honest. Last concerts always feel the same, although I haven't had much last concerts so far. A little bit of everything.

The start and end of all tours are honestly just... exciting. Weird and awkward, yes. But also feeling...

Feeling like you know for a fact that you'll miss it.

"I send Justin over here so you guys could all rehearse for tomorrow. And I find all of you guys, on the ground, talking, and eating." Scooter said very slowly, walking over to us very slowly.

The dancers jumped up and avoided eye contact, but I couldn't hold it anymore. "Or what."

Scooter frowned at me. "Or what?"

"The last time I checked, tomorrow was my last concert. Not yours." I stood up.

The dancers all quietly left the studio.

Scooter crossed his arms. "Well it's all for your own good Justin."

"My own good, huh? Look in your wallet. Last time I checked, I earn money for you."

He slit his eyes and glared at me. "Last time I checked, I was your manager."

"Gasp! News flash everybody! The famous Scooter Braun is my manager!" I showed my sarcasm very well. "But the last time I checked, you weren't famous until you got to become my manager."

"Last time I checked, if it weren't for me you wouldn't be here."

"Last time I checked, there were so many more people in line waiting for me." I glared at Scooter. "It didn't have to be you."

At this, he was left speechless. I smirked. "Excatly."

Mia's POV

So last day. Fourth day.

Tomorrow's the day I meet Justin again.

Great.

Stupid Milton's told Justin what happened, and so he knows. Now what?

I'm still in the hospital, although I get out tomorrow; thanks to Justin. But he was the reason I ended up in the hospital anyways.

"Are you really gonna take chemotherapy again? You couldn't handle it last time, remember?" Milton was entertaining me as an apoligy.

"Actually, no I'm not sure. Last time it hurt so much. But I was only 16, and my parents had just sold me so..."

"What's the difference now?"

I fumbled with my fingers. "I have someone beside me."

"Please note that he's Justin Popstar Bieber. That he has a career. That he can't stay next to you forever." He concluded with a sigh.

I hated it when Milton goes all father on me. I guess it's just cuz I'm not used to a guardian. So everytime he does, I nod like I get it.

Milton smiled and stood up. "There's the smile. ER call so I'll entertain you later Mia." My name wasn't even said in the room. He had already ran out of my hospital room.

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I checked my phone for the time for the 16th time. 3:07... AM.

Why can't I sleep? I'm not even nervous!

It was true. I couldn't find a single trace of nervousness in my body. But all this time I've been thinking about what Milton said. And I kept wondering if I really wanna do chemo.

With my arm, I covered my eyes.

Thump.

In surprise, I removed my arm and looked towards where the thump came from. The door?

I slowly got up and smoothed my dress. I didn't want a hospital gown and as soon as I held my breath, they let me bring my own comfortable clothes. I kept smothing my dress until I reached the door. A deep breath in, I swung the door open and breathed out. There was no one.

I guess I'll just take a walk.

My bare feet were freezing as it kept contacting the ground.

I should've worn some slippers.

It wasn't dark in the hospital; it was as bright as day and had as many people as during the day. Hospitals are always so busy... and I hated that fact. Some nurses kept giving me glances. Either they recognize me as a patient, as Milton's fake daughter, the special treated patient, or the bitch. Whichever one I really didn't care. I never really did. What otgers thought of me? Their opinion. No relation in my life what-so-ever.

"Excuse me." There was a tug on the back of my dress.

I turned around to face a little girl. It had sounded more like an "Eshuze mi."

"Heya little princess. Why are you up so late?" I squated down and rested on my tip toes.

"I'm a bat!" She giggled.

I laughed quietly. I'm guessing she's nocturnal. "What's your name princess?"

"My name is Emma. Emma McNee. I'm six!" She held up seven fingers.

I laughed at her adoreableness. "Well then Princess Emma, it was nice meeting you." I gave her a friendly smile and turned to leave.

"Hmph... No hug." I heard Emma grumble.

I turned, catching her by surprise. I could tell cuz she kind of jumped.

"Yes hug." I gave her a big hug, and she squealed.

I kissed her cheeks and then walked away.

So... ive had a major writers block. so this took a long while. i even gave up on The Pick. no one read it anyways lol

Anyways... since i gave up on The Pick, imma stick with this story for a while. Im thinking of one story line... but hat might not come till later :)

Im so sorry guys :(

xoxo