Hatred..but love *A Justin Bieber gay fanfiction*

Chapter 1

Aye! I'm Cameron ! I do YouTube videos and I love love LOVE doing it. I have around 20 subscribers and I love them all. Which isn't that hard to do. But I will never complain about my small audience. Because I know those 20, will be there with me forever and ever. That's all I really want, fans who I can call friends. And that's what they are.

I call them my sexy bitches. Cause that's what they are. MY sexy bitches. They'll always support me. Or at least that's what I hope. I don't intend to lose my baes any time soon. At least I sure freaking hope I don't.

Okay okay you're getting bored. I get it! Don't hurt me. So, I'm about to do my 50th video and I'm setting up my camera and stuff. It's not an expensive one but it's one I've had since I started. Which was 50 videos ago. I'll always have it and it will always mean the most to me.

I put on my blue sweatshirt that says INSPIRE on it in yellow writing and put on my cargo shorts, cause I can. I sit down on my bed and begin the video.

"HELLO MY SEXY BITCHES!", I say, doing my usual intro. "Happy 50th! It's been an amazing ride and I'm sure as, you know what I am not gonna stop anytime soon. Ah! Wow, this is absolutely amazing. Really really amazing. I mean, Gigi Gorgeous just got a million views and she did like...a 1 minute video. That honestly blows my mind but it's whatever. 50th video. Wow. Wow wow wow wow wow! WOW! I just wanted to do something so amazing but didn't know what to do. So...I'm gonna do a singing video for you guys! In honor of ass and class instead of slut and butt, I'm gonna sing all about that bass by Meghan Trainor!".

I position myself more on the bed and draw in a deep breath. Then start singing.

"Because you know

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass

Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two

But I can shake it, shake it

Like I'm supposed to do

'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase

And all the right junk in all the right places

I see the magazine workin' that Photoshop

We know that shit ain't real

C'mon now, make it stop

If you got beauty, beauty, just raise 'em up

'Cause every inch of you is perfect

From the bottom to the top

Yeah, my mama she told me don't worry about your size

She says, "Boys like a little more booty to hold at night."

You know I won't be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll

So if that's what you're into then go ahead and move along

Because you know I'm

All about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass

Hey!

I'm bringing booty back

Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that

No I'm just playing. I know you think you're fat

But I'm here to tell ya

Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top

Yeah my mama she told me don't worry about your size

She says, "Boys like a little more booty to hold at night."

You know I won't be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll

So if that's what you're into then go ahead and move along

Because you know I'm

All about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass

Because you know I'm

All about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass

Because you know I'm

All about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass, no treble

I'm all about that bass

'Bout that bass

'Bout that bass, 'bout that bass

Hey, hey, ooh

You know you like this bass".

I finish my song and smile widely at the camera. "HOLY Hemmings I can't believe I just did that! AH! Thank you guys so much for being here for 50 videos! I'll see you sexy people next week! BYEE". I end the video and collapse on my bed. I laugh out of nervousness and lay there for a while. I go down and get something to eat and then come back up. I get my camera and upload the video from it, to the laptop. Then edit it. Then post it.

I go and do some more stuff. Then a couple of hours later I come back and check the views. OVER A HUNDRED THOUSAND! How the hell?! I go and check twitter and I notice thousands, maybe millions of re tweets that have something to do with me, and the bitch known as Justin Bieber. I click the link... He re had re-tweeted my video.