Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

chapter thirty-two

I just wanted to remind you all this story takes place in 2012/2013 during Believe Tour so if a song from Journals is what's inspired for the chapter it's because they're out now in 2014. Sooner or later I will incorporate Journals into the story. (:

Songs inspired for the chapter :

Bad Day - Justin Bieber (my fave)

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"I don't know."

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Placing my tux jacket over my white button up shirt, I looked at my reflection one last time. I had to make sure everything was perfect for tonight. I didn't want Lexi to be disappointed with my appearance even though I know she probably wouldn't be. She always tells me how "perfect" I am but I refuse to listen because nobody is perfect..besides her.

Nodding my head in approval, I looked at the time on my phone seeing I should be leaving to pick her up right about now. Since I'm only fifteen, technically my mom is driving me to get her. I swiftly walked out of my tiny bedroom in our apartment and down the steps.

"Mom, are you ready?" I screamed through the tiny home. I didn't hear her reply, but instead I heard laughter float through the apartment. I furrowed my eyebrows walking toward the kitchen to see what the noise was.

As I walked into the kitchen my mom sat there with a mug of coffee in her hand, talking with a man with black hair.

"Mom?" I questioned stepping fully in the kitchen. She looked up and smiled at me before coming over and hugging me by surprise. I was completely confused but I gave an awkward hug back.

As she pulled away she turned to face the man. "Justin, this is Scooter Braun." She smiled widely pointing toward the man. My eyes went wide as I recognized the name. He walked up to me sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"Nice to finally meet you." He smiled, but all I could do was nod my head as I stared at him in complete and utterless amazement.

This man was not just any man. He was a celebrity manager in the industry. He put together shows for people like Ludacris to Eminem, but most importantly he's the man that was always trying desperately to get in contact with me, Justin Bieber. Now here is is standing in my small apartments kitchen.

"Same to you." I said finally snapping out of my daze.

A big smile formed on my face as he begun to laugh, and soon I was laughing with him. He waved me over to the round kitchen table and I politely followed him. I sat across from him while my mom stood by my side. Our table only had two chairs because it was just us two here cramped into this apartment.

"So Justin, how would you feel about flying out to The United States and try to get a record deal?" He asked me with a small smile creeping across his lips. I felt my mother grip my shoulders and I looked up at her with a smile.

"I would love to! It's my dream!" I shouted causing both him and my mother to laugh.

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All three of us talked for about an hour about this trip and most likely big move to Atlanta, Georgia. We booked our flights, he had me sing a little for him and I could already tell I would like this man. He was fun and easy to talk to. I mean I talk to everyone anyway, but this seems different.

"I never got the chance to ask you Justin," Scooter said snapping me out of my daze. I turned to him with a smile on my face and nodding my head for him to continue. "Why do you have a tux on?" He asked looking down at my tux jacket.