The Fame Game

2. Chaz, Meet Emma. Emma, Meet Chaz.

***Emma's POV***

Letting out a groan of frustraition, I stomped out of Mary's office and down to the parking garage. I opened the door to my white 2012 Lexus. Once I got situated in the car, my phone beeped. I had a notification from Twitter.

@justinbieber: It's official! Going on tour with @SimplyEmma ;) #gonnabegreat

I rolled my eyes. And quickly typed in a reply to the tweet;

@SimplyEmma: @justinbieber Are you as excited as I am?! (;

I hope he could note the sarcasm. I would've said something more along the lines of "Gonna be the worst six months...ever ." But I didn't want his fans to see it and get mad and send me a ship load of hate.

Starting the engine, I turned on the radio and made my way toward my house in Atlanta, Georgia. Payphone by Maroon 5 came on and I turned it up. I absolutley loved this song!

"I'm at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I've spent on you. Where have the times gone baby it's all wrong. Where are the plans we made for two? If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this. All those fairytales are full of shit. One more freaking love song I'll be sick." I sang, laughing at myself.

After the song ended, I pulled into my driveway and started packing for the tour. Did I mention it's SIX FREAKING MONTHS?! I hate my life. I finished packing and headed down stairs

　

　

　

"Hey you." Justin said the next morning, as we loaded up the tour bus. Six months of this? Really? I'm a good person, what did I do to deserve this?

I rolled my eyes, an idea suddenly popping into my head. A smirk played at my lips. I turned to face the 18-year-old boy. "Hey there." I said, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"Excited for the tour?" He asked. Justin was obviously trying to make good conversation.

"Yep!" I said, popping the 'p'. "Chaz and Ryan are gonna be here to right?" I asked.

Justin nodded.

"Good because uh..." I got up on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear. "Chaz is pretty cute." I winked and walked into the tour bus of hell.

Well played, Emma, well played. I picked up the sense that Justin's a real flirt. Well, you know what? Two can play at that game.

"Aye, Justin! Long time no see man!" Said an unfamiliar voice that belonged to the one and only, Chaz Summers. "Oh, you're not Justin." He frowned.

"Yeah, I don't wanna be Justin either." I murmmerd. Hopefully Chaz didn't hear me. "Justin's outside talking to Ry and Scooter." I told him. "I'm Emma, by the way."

"Nice to meet you. And thanks but I'll hang in here 'til he's done." Chaz said, joining me on the couch. "I'm Chaz, by the way."

"Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine."

***Justin's POV***

Did Emma say she thought Chaz was cute? CHAZ? Of all people, it just had to be my best friend, who Emma thought was cute, didn't it?

"Aye bro," Ryan said, walking up to me, a duffel bag on his shoulder and two suitcases behind him.

"Hey, Ryan!" I said, pulling my good friend into a man hug. "You seen Chaz?" I asked.

"Yeah, he went on the bus too look for you." Ryan told me.

"Right where Emma is..." I murmmered.

"Where who is?" Ryan asked.

"Emma. Emma Walden, my tour mate for the next six months. She's gonna be great to tease." I nudged Ryan's stomach, knowing we'd be able to pull some pranks.

"She hot?" He asked, winking.

"On a scale of zero to Selena Gomez, she's a Demi Lovato, the next best thing." I admitted.

"I got this, bro." Ryan said, putting his hand on his chest and putting his snap back on as he walked into the tour bus.

What a ladies' man...