Justin Bieber? He's ok. But I'm not in love with him or anything.

chapter 3

I smiled wide at her. "Yep! Just you and me! Today!" Tears ran down her face and, knowing her like I do, I knew these were tears of joy. She looked up at me. She looked as though God himself had come and told her the secret to world peace. She smiled like no tomorrow and screamed. Then she ran to her room to hurry and get ready. Even though the concert wasn't for a few hours. I smiled and took another piece of cake. Amy's sister looked at me and said, "She's such a weirdo. Their just concert tickets." I replied by slicing her another piece of cake and saying, "Well, it'd be the same reaction if you were to meet those authors you can't stop talking about." she blushed. "I would not act like a screaming banshee if I met P.C. and Kristen Cast!" I laughed out loud. "Yes you would. And you know it." I said. She just blushed and looked away. I chuckled and walked up the staircase to Amy's room. I then proceeded to walk into her room. I walked in on her changing and before she could scream at me I said, "It's just me!" "Oh. Ok!" she replied and continued changing. "So where do you wanna go before we go to the concert?" I asked. "Hmmmm... Let's go to that rave people have been talking about!" she exclaimed. "Haha! Yea sure! Whatever you want!" I told her. "Yay!" she said and smiled wide.

"Wow! What a place!" Amy said as we entered the rave. I looked around impressed. "Yea. They really raved this place up!" I agreed. "Well don't just stand there! Let's dance!" she said and dragged me onto the dance floor. We started dancing and having fun. Then a slow song comes on and some guy asks Amy to dance. She laughs and agrees. I don't know why, but there's a pang in my heart. As if I don't want her to dance with a random guy. It's small, but there. I ignore it because it's probably because I don't have anyone to dance with. I smile and lean against the wall listening to the song. Then someone wearing a hood and sunglasses so that I cant see his face comes up to me. "Would you like to dance?" he says to me. I smile a flirty smile and say, "Sure." He puts his arms around my waist and I put mine around his neck. "Hmmm... You're very forward." I said and smiled. I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Well I just know what the ladies like." I giggled. "So. What's your name cutie?" He asked me. I giggled again. "Lucille. And yours?" "Justin." "Nice name." "You too." And we chatted and danced. After a while it became obvious that he was hiding something. And I wanted to know what it was. "You know, you're very mysterious. What are you hiding?" I asked him frankly. He seemed surprised, but then he chuckled. "Well, aren't you smart. How did you know?" "The way you keep answering around my questions. And how you cover your face. Plus I'm just awesome." I said and smiled. He laughed. "Well I guess I can tell you." He said and took off his sunglasses and pulled down his hood a bit. I gasped. "You...You're Justin Beiber."