A Love Like Ours

Chapter Three

When I got home that night, everything seemed like a blur to me. Questions flooded my head, and all I could do was smile and laugh to myself.

Did I really meet the whole crew?

And Selena... She was really, really beautiful in person. And I was told that they weren't together behind cameras. It was never a real relationship, also. They did it for publicity. Like, not only for Selena, but Justin. So it pretty much benefited the both of them.

Obviously Selena had disadvantages from it — all the hate she received, she didn't deserve. 

And I was not to tell anyone about this. That had me laughing internally. Who was I going to tell to, anyway, if I could? Ha, precisely. No one.

I'm super certain that this was just a dream. Me meeting Justin was just a dream, me meeting the crew was just a dream — you'll see. It's just a matter of time before I woke up. And I'll fall into a deep depression because I know nothing like this will ever happen to me.

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The next morning at like, eight, I automatically, without no alarm or anything, woke up by myself. I have no idea why or how. I just did. And the moment I'd checked my phone, there was a message sent to me by Justin. At about seven hours ago. It was something like...

Hey, I'm gonna see you tonight, right?

The kid should really use smiley faces. I smiled foolishly at my phone screen. Instead of replying to his text though, I decided I'd dial his number. It took about six rings before he answered with a voice thick in sleep.

"Hello?" He sleepily called out, his voice lower and raspier than usual. Holy askldjfas that's my idol!

"Justin?" I clasped my mouth tightly with my hand to contain my squeal and laughter. Squeal: I have a fangirl side, too, remember? I'm not used to knowing celebrities. Laugh: His voice sounded so cute. Yet so funny.

There's something wrong with me, I hope you don't mind.

"Oh, hey, Juliet," he responded, still sounding as sleepy as he did just moments ago. "What's, uh, up?

I shook my head and grinned. Forget about squealing. Forget it, I shouldn't have called him so early. Growing kid needs his sleep, eh? "You know what, Justin? I'll call you back later. Go and sleep and prepare yourself for tonight, alright?"

He groaned lightly and his voice became muffled, but luckily I could still hear what he said. "Okay. I love you, bye."

I dropped my phone on the bed and let out a happy sigh. So tonight's the concert. I can't wait to watch him live, and hear him sing in person. I'm sure he'd sound real good... Like I still had to say this; obviously he'd sound amazing.

You do know he just said 'I love you' before he said 'bye', right?

HE DID?

Must be an idol thing. He says I love you to fans everyday, and I'm just a fan, so. I wouldn't think much about it. Though, I'm happy he said that to me.

I left my room and skipped down the stairs right before I walked into the kitchen. Mom was sitting on the counter, reading magazines and drinking her orange juice as usual. Upon seeing me, she shot me a smile. "Morning, baby."

"Hey, Mom, morning," I pecked her on the cheek before making myself a yummy cup of Milo, and poured cereal into a bowl. No, I don't add milk. I add the Milo into the bowl of cereal. You should try it, it's so, so nice, you can't even deny.