Is This for Real

Chapter 33: Christmas Shopping

TORI'S POV

It's been two weeks since I got into a fight with Caitlin and since I wrote music with Taylor Swift. Wow. I wrote music with Taylor Swift. Nope, still doesn't sound real. Caitlin and I made up about two days after the fight and everything has gone back to normal. Well, as normal as normal can get when Justin Bieber is your older brother.

Caitlin, Justin, Ryan, Chaz, Christian, and I only have one more week of school left before the holiday break! We are all going Christmas shopping today. The guys are going together and Caitlin and I are going together. Who knows how Justin's going to get out of this alive! I mean, a mall full of teenage girls and Justin Bieber, he's going to die.

Justin said that he had a plan to make sure he isn't recognized, but I don't think he'll be able to pull it off.

I heard the doorbell ring and knew right away who it was. I opened the door and Caitlin stepped in, holding a bottle of colored hairspray. Colored hairspray? What the heck is this for?

"What's the hairspray for?" I asked Caitlin while raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

"It's so that Justin won't be recognized," she replied while walking upstairs. I followed her upstairs and down the hall where she knocked on Justin's bedroom door.

"Come on in," Justin said. Once he saw that it was Caitlin and I, he asked,"You got the stuff?"

"If you mean the blond hairspray, then yes. I have the stuff," Caitlin replied. She then shook the bottle of hairspray and popped the lid off.

She pulled Justin's desk chair out from under his desk and motioned for him to sit down. "This might be a little cold," she warned Justin while picking up a chunk of hair. Caitlin began to spray the hairspray on his hair, turning his dirty blond locks into a bright blond that looked almost white.

Half an hour and three quarters of a can of hairspray gone, Justin didn't even look the same. His hair looked as if it had been bleached.

"Christian will bring the fake glasses over when the guys get here in half an hour," Caitlin told Justin.

Justin nodded. "Okay. So, what do I wear? I don't want to wear my normal style of clothes or else people might figure out that it's me."

"First off," Caitlin started. "don't sag. It's a dead give away." Justin nodded, saying that he understood. "Then just find the clothes that you would normally wear, and wear the opposite."

After ten minutes of Justin digging through his closet, he finally walked out wearing a pair of khakis and a purple and white striped shirt. The shirt had buttons half way up it and he had all of them buttoned except for the top one. He looked nothing like himself.

"Now for foot wear," Caitlin said. "Do you have a pair of regular tennis shoes? You know, no D.C.s, no Osiris's, no Supras?"

"I think I might have one pair," Justin said. He walked back into his closet and pulled out a pair of black Nikes. "Will these work?"

"Yes," Caitlin told him while he slipped on a pair of socks and then the tennis shoes.

The doorbell rang and Justin walked down the down the stairs to get it. When he answered, Christian, Ryan, and Chaz all stared at him like he was some stranger. "I think we have the wrong house," Ryan said while scratching the back of his neck.

"It's me you idiots!" Justin exclaimed.

"Whoa, dude. The girls did a good job," Christian said as he and the rest if the guys stepped inside.

"You're telling me. I can barely even recognize myself!"

"Here's the glasses," Christian said while handing Justin a pair of fake glasses. Justin put them on. Let me tell you, those glasses can fool anyone; they look so real.