Falling For Two Guitarists

A Chance Encounter (Between a Face and a Guitar)

Justin's POV (POV=Point Of View)

When I got up this morning I did not expect to be whacked in the head with a guitar.

My day had started normally enough: I had been forced out of bed by my insistent alarm then hurried into the car for a radio interview. There had been hordes of screaming girls all chanting my name: Justin Bieber. I considered taking out my bullhorn and pulling the classic one-liner: "That's my name, don't wear it out." As I reached under my seat to try and grab it, my phone started ringing. I looked over to the screen and read the name, wrenching my arm out from under the seat to answer my phone.

"Yo Scooter, what's up?"

"Hey Justin, good luck on the interview man."

"Thanks Scooter"

"Remember to keep an eye out for new talent, that's always welcome"

"Will do"

"Bye Justin, I have to go. See you soon."

"Bye"

I pressed the end call button and shoved my phone into my pocket, preparing myself for the questions ahead.

By the time the sun was setting, I was exhausted, but didn't feel like going to sleep quite yet, The night air was sweltering and it seemed like the perfect time to go for a quick swim in the ocean. I peered out the window, not too many paparazzi tonight, I could probably sneak out on my bike. Five minutes later I was speeding towards the nearest beach.

Scarlett's POV

I felt like the air was slowly smothering me. Somehow, my sister had managed to shut off the air conditioner right before she left for her friend's house and I, being the technologically stupid person I was, couldn't figure out how to turn it back on. In my head I was already planning her funeral.

Grabbing my guitar, which my friend had given me after receiving two new ones for her birthday, I walked out of the door, heading towards the beach.

Justin's POV

As I neared my regular spot on the beach I spotted a group of dark shapes emitting bright flashes of light, obviously following a swim suit clad couple. I cursed my luck in picking the same beach the mystery celebrity couple had planned on coming to. I grabbed my hoodie, threw it on, slid my hat over my messy hair and pulled my hood over my head, then climbed onto my bike.

Not knowing where to go, I decided to follow the shoreline until I reached a place with no people to disturb my momentary privacy.

After riding for a while, I noticed a small trail leading off the main road and, feeling rather adventurous, I decided to follow it.

Scarlett's POV

As I sat down on the sand I allowed the anger and the bitterness from this morning to come rushing back.

~Flashback~

"Scarlett, just calm down. Seriously, it's not the end of the world."

"McKenna, we've been planning this trip together for years. I know it's not the end of the world, but couldn't you at least tell me why you're going with HER on OUR dream vacation"

"Well, she said that she can get me on the ship if my mom pays. Plus a bunch of celebrities are gonna be on that ship."

"My mom already got the tickets for next summer though. We always said we would go after both of us turned 16."

"I can go with you again during then."

"That's not the point, you didn't even tell me that we could get tickets for this cruise, and you obviously knew this for quite a while. I could have gotten tickets by refunding the ones for next summer and using your friend's 'connections'"