No Strings Attached

Chapter 1- Five Fit British Boys

"And I know that you've hurt in the past, but if you want it, here's my heart, no strings attached." - No Strings Attached, *NSYNC

Jordan's P.O.V

"Three." Heather said.

"Five." Rachael said after that.

"Pshh, I'll do seven." Kat said proudly.

"I'm still sticking to one." Willow said quietly.

"You're all insane." I breathed out and looked at my insane friends, who were about to chug a bunch of those pixie sticks in their mouths, and then eventually lose their minds. "If you all end up doing something crazy and weird and end up getting us kicked out of the airport, it's all your fault, and I don't know you."

Rachael sat up and waved her five pixie sticks in my face. "You're missing out!" she sang.

Before I could answer, my cellphone rang. My bestfriend, Justin [yeah, Bieber] was calling me. Our parents have known each other for like, ever. We grew up in Stratford together before he suddenly became famous. We haven’t been keeping as much touch as we used to, but whenever he can, he sees me. And he’s always there when I need him. I looked at him as an older brother. Nothing more, nothing less! (:

I smiled and answered. “What’s happenin’, Bieber?”

“Aye! Nothing much shawty, just recording some stuff, shooting some stuff, being interviewed about some stuff…” he replied.

I smirked. “Still got people asking about Jerry?”

“Well, what can I say? I am irresistible in all ways.” I could tell he was grinning.

“Mhmm, totally Bieber.” I replied and looked over at my 4 crazy friends who were trying to see who would get all the sugar out of their little pixie sticks.

“So how’s the Bahamas going?” he asked.

“Uhh well we landed like 30 minutes ago, but the ride we ordered didn’t come and half our baggage didn’t show up, so we’re basically just stuck here at the airport.” I said, staring at Willow, who was going insane because she finished first. Does she not realize that everyone else did at least 3 and she only did 1? I chuckled softly at my weird friend.

“Oh, well that sucks, what are you doing, just waiting around now?” Justin asked.

“Not really. We’ve kept ourselves busy. We’re very close from possibly getting banned from this airport though. The girls are having a pixie stick chugging contest thing and they’re all about to completely lose it any second now.”

“OOHHH MYY GOSSHHH!!!” Kat screamed as soon as her 7 pixie stick sugar rush kicked in. She started running all over the airport, past people in rushes, small children, and those roller thingies that roll your bag around at bagge (she actually ran on some of the ones that weren’t working).

“Was that-“ Justin began.

“Our dear, insane, Kat? Yes, yes it was.” I finished for him.

He chuckled softly and then said, “Well I gotta get going, Scooter’s bugging me to do something for him.”

“Haha, good luck with whatever he has for ya.” I said and watched the rest of the girls go crazy around the airport.

“Aiigghhtt, SWAGGY!” he said in a ridiculous little kid voice.

I laughed to myself and replied, “Yeahh, swaggy! Bye!”

I hung up the phone and then ran over to Willow, the only one who seemed not so effected by the sugar.