Patience (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 1: Room 8

Chapter 1: Room 8

I really don't like working at this tattoo parlour because of all the jerks and sleazy guys that try and hit on me as I do their tattoo trying all the basic pick up lines, as soon as I save enough money I'm moving to Miami to get my boutique together. Even though I'm a tattoo artist I only have two tattoos; an Egyptian eye on my my middle finger and 'you're beautiful' written in Arabic on my wrist. Tonight wasn't very busy but we always have 14 & 15 year olds with fake id's trying to get tattoos of their boyfriends names which is the dumbest thing ever, I was talking with our receptionist Adrianna while a boy my age with brown hair and a lot of tattoos walked in. At first I just thought it was one of the basic jerks I get every night but it turned out to be Justin Bieber.

"Justin Bieber! What can I get you?" Adrianna asked but he obviously wanted a tattoo, "yeah I'd like to book an appointment for a tattoo." He leaned on the counter glancing my way and sending a mini wave, "we are free right now or do you want a specific date?" Adrianna typed some crap on the computer, I seriously don't know what she's always doing on that. "Now would be great!" He cheered standing up straight, "great, go into room 8 and I'll send in an artist it'll only be a few minutes" Adrianna smiled as Justin walked into room 8. "Chella can you take Justin Bieber?" Adrianna asked me, "why me I don't want to be alone with that jerk" it's not that I hated Justin it's just he's so cocky and thinks he has the world under his feet but someone really needs to put him in his place. "You're the only one available Trevor and Milan are on their break, pleease?" She attempted to beg me and it kinda worked "Fine whatever" I sighed and went into room 8.

"What will I be doing for you today?" I faked a charming smile as I put on my rubber gloves, "I'd like to get the word patience on my neck" Justin pointed to where he wanted the tattoo and I've done that heaps of times on other customers. "Okay I'll print out some stencils and you can choose which one you like." I sat down on the chair in front of the computer and printed out 20 different stencils, "pick the best one." I got up to get the needle and ink ready, "so what's your name?" Justin looked up at me and his eyes looked bloodshot and red as if he was crying, "I'm Chelsea" I didn't realise I was staring at his eyes for a while but he didn't look normal. "So why are you at North Hollywood at 3:15 in the morning?" I questioned as I sat down on the chair in front of Justin, "just a rough day and needed to clear my mind and stuff" he took of his shirt revealing his toned abs. "Ya know taking your shirt off wasn't necessary" I scoffed at his basic action, "I know, I just like to get comfortable when ever I get my tats done." He did a weird smirk, "so what's your story?" Justin turned his head to me, "well besides giving tattoos to jerks every night it's pretty nonchalant." I shrugged and I think I accidentally insulted him, "I'm not a jerk." He did a frowny face, "we've all seen what you do Bieber, now turn your head." I ordered and he obeyed, "what's that supposed to mean?" Justin sounded actually hurt, "we can talk about this later. Let me finish your tattoo." I wiped his neck with a disinfectant wipe, "how bout we talk about it over dinner." That's it I've already had enough. "What makes you think I want to have dinner with you?" I stood up straight arching my eyebrows in disbelief, "cause Look at me and look at you, perfect." He did a twisted smirk as if his goal was to make me angry. "You know what, I'll be right back." I backed out of the room, "ADRIANNA I CANNOT DO IT!" I said in a whisper shout, "Chella you only been in there for 10 minutes." She rolled her eyes thinking I was over reacting but I wasn't Justin is really that bad. "I know and I've already had enough of his big head, please can you go do it or he can wait for Milan to come back?" I pleaded banging my head on the counter, "Milan just went home and I have some paperwork to do." She shrugged and I guess I had to just suck it up and finish the job, "you owe me big time." I rolled my eyes, "I don't owe you shit this is your job!" Adrianna laughed then she answered a phone call.

"You're back, I was worried you left" Justin switched into a nicer personality. "Yeah I needed to check up on something" I sat on the chair infront of him and I continued his tattoo, "so what do think about the dinner I was talking about?" Justin was making my blood boil to the point I could feel the steam building up inside me, "can you please just stop! You are so full of yourself you don't even realise how far your head is up your own ass." I put the needle down and rubbed my temples, "I'm sorr-" I quickly cut Justin off "just please be quiet while I finish the rest of your tattoo it will only take 20-30 more minutes" surprisingly Justin obeyed and he actually did stay silent for the entire tattoo.

"Thank you for the tattoo, it looks great!" Justin examined his neck tattoo with a hand held mirror, I kind of feel guilty for yelling at him when he was just trying to chat me up "no problem, and Justin... I'm sorry I yelled at you I've just been in a really bad mood and I really shouldn't have taken it out on you." I normally don't take my anger out on customers so I don't know what happened, "you had every right, I may have been stepping over a line you didn't want me to cross." Justin smiled back at me, "so what put you in such a bad mood?" Justin leaned near the sink while I washed my hands, "just a mess with my ex boyfriend an- you do not want to hear about my problems with my ex." I shut up when I realised what I was talking about "no continue you intrigue me." Justin insisted for me to continue, "well long story short I caught him cheating so I threw him out of the house but he claims he still loves me and a load of bullshit above." I slowly rolled my eyes at the thought of Mike, ew. "Why don't you just make it clear that you're done with him?" Justin said as if you found the solution, "Justin it's not that easy you've clearly never been through anything like that since girls throw their bras and panties to you on stage." I felt a sudden twitch in Justin's voice "actually yeah I have, one of my exes did the exacts same thing." Justin tensed up and piped down a bit, "wait do you mean Selena?" I know I may have been invading his privacy but every one wanted to know what was going on with the two, "yeah" Justin sat down and I think he's going to explain the full story.

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This a new fanfic but I'm not sure I'll continue but if you want me to just comment on this chapter and I'll keep going :)

Here's the semi-description

Name: Chelsea (chella) Marquez

Age: 21

Occupation: Tattoo Artist

Background Information: African American

Hair: Thick curly black hair

And you do the rest of the imagination!

WRITTEN BY TABAN

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