Admit It ( A Justin Bieber Love Story ) COMPLETED!! ( UNDER EDIT)

omg !!! am i dreaming ?!! must be *pinch*

Chapter 7:


Kayla’s P.O.V.


…suddenly we were interrupted by someone unexpected...

It was a waiter. I hadn’t even noticed the nearby restaurant until now. It looked as though the place had outdoor seating, but we were just beyond the patio here on our small picnic blanket. I thought it a bit odd that waiter would actually serve us out here instead of in the restaurant. But, then I remembered who I was with.

“Are you two ready to order?”

"No, not now. Please just go," Justin whispered before rushing him away with his hand. I couldn’t help but giggle.

The waiter left us alone again and we sat back down on the mat.

“So where were we?" he said while raising his eyebrows.

I smiled and looked down, hesitating slight before speaking. “So, tell me about yourself, Bieber boy," I said, finally up looking at him.

“Well one thing, I don't like you calling me Bieber boy. Call me Justin for God’s sake!! I am your friend you know."

“Ok JUSTIN."

"That's better. Ok, so what do you want to know about me?"

“Well. Mm ... favorite color?"

"Purple, you?”

“Purple," I said and smiled.

“Celebrity crushes?"

“Beyonce," he said and I giggled.

"Well, I may not be able to hook you up with her, but if you tell me what type of girl you typically go for, I might be able to set you up with someone not so famous,” I joked, winking at him.

“Well, I go for the pretty/hot type who is smart, nice, sweet, and has a great sense of humor. Pretty much, a person like you," he said, smirking.

I couldn’t help but to look down as I blushed. “Oh. Thanks,” I said.

“Uh. Now it's my turn to get to know you,” he said.

“Ok, go on.”

“What’s your shoe size?”

“Four," I answered.

“What’s your shirt size?"

"Medium."

“What type of guy do YOU look for? I have a lot of good-looking friends? Maybe you’d like one,” he said jokingly, making me laugh.

"I like a guy with a nice smile.” As if on cue, he tried to show me his best smile.

“Yeah, just like that. Anyways, I also like a guy with nice eyes, a great personality and a sense of humor.”

“That’s sounds a lot like me." I blushed as he gave me another million-dollar smile.

Justin then whistled for the waiter to come back.

“NOW would you like to order?" the waiter asked. He seemed kind of pissed...

“What would you like to eat Kayla?” Justin asked me, looking at me with those big brown eyes.

“Can I have Spaghetti Bolognese?”

“Good choice. Can you make that two please?" Justin asked the waiter kindly as he wrote down our ordered.

"Any drinks?" the waiter said.

Justin looked at me.

“Coke please," I said.

“Ok. Can we have a sprite and a coke?" Justin said.

“Sure. I'll be back with your order.” With that, the waiter left.

We sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the beautiful sunset and the gentle sound of the waves crashing. I have to admit it was very romantic although we are just friends.

“So? I’ve heard you have a 'THING’ for dancing?"

“Where did you hear that?" I said.

“Tina told me. Plus I've watched you dance. And you're pretty good,” he said.

“Thanks, but I've never danced for you.”

“Yeah, You haven't danced for me, but when Tina told me you dance , I asked her if she had videos of you dancing , and well , she showed me the videos ."

“Oh Lord, that's so embarrassing!" I said, covering my face with both my hands.

“No, actually it was amazing. You have true talent," he said, moving my hands away from my face.

“Really?” I gave him a hopeful look.

“For sure! Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Would you like to be my backup dancer?"

“Holy Jesus! Justin, are you sure?” Oh my Lord! That would be great!! My dreams would finally come true!

“Of course!! You were amazing. Actually, you can be my backup dancer only if…” he trailed off.

“If what?!! I'll do anything!” I said, probably sounding desperate.

"Kiss me,” he said, turning to look deep into my eyes.

“Justin we are friends," I said, keeping my face void of any expression.

"Just a friendly kiss on the cheek?” he said.

"No,” I snapped.

“Ok then. Guess you’re not going to be my backup dancer,” he said .

“Fine," I said, rolling my eyes. I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

“That was nice,” he said smiling.

“You’re welcome," I said and he giggled.

“Have you sorted this out with your crew and your manager? You know, me being your back up dancer?”

“Yes. I actually showed them the videos aswell and they seemed to agree with me that your talented aswell."

“Thank you !"
"Your Welcome . Now Dance for me,” he said, his words coming out almost as if in a command.

“What? NO."

“Come on. Please?”

“There is no music,” I stated, smirking as I thought that would settle it.

“I’ve got that sorted out,” he said, pulling out his iPod.

“Justin..."

“Just do it! If you’re going to be famous, you have to get used to dancing in front of millions. And I’m only one person.”

“Argh. Fine,” I said as he smiled in triumph.

He pressed play on his iPod and his song Boyfriend started playing. I started dancing along to the music.

Justin’s P.O.V.

Kayla started dancing and I couldn’t believe just how amazing she was. It was as if she had been born to dance. It was like the beat of the music was in her blood. She really has true talent. As she danced her heart out, I had to admit, she looked pretty damn hot!! We might just friends now, but that's going to change.... Trust me!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Crappy story :( Sorry!!!!!!!!! I will write one tomorrow! <3