The Lucky One

Justin

“When the music makes you movee. Baby do it like you doooooo,” I finished the song before the music silenced, the lights turned off, and the screaming escalated. I smiled and moved the microphone away from my mouth as I tried to calm my heavy breathing. This was the last show I would do before I start my world wide tour. My Believe tour. My fans and I have been waiting for this for so long now. I was beyond excited to get started. 

“Thank you! Goodnight!” I yelled to the crowd before running off the stage and out the back. I was immediately greeted by my manager and some of the other crew members on my team. They began congratulating me. I wasn’t listening. A sudden surge of pain struck me in the head. It was another headache. It wasn’t anything unusual. Over the past few weeks I had been having headaches every time I walked off stage or laid down. I’ve seen multiple doctors about the issue but none of them seem to know what exactly is the problem. I’ve been getting really tired of it. The headaches completely drain me of all my energy.

My vision became blurry as I thanked everyone for their compliments. At this point, I couldn’t even understand what people were saying. Their voices sounded clumped together and stuffy. It felt like my ears were plugged. 

I suddenly felt a hand on mine that I recognized to be that of my girlfriend, Selena Gomez. I began pulling me in an unknown direction. I wobbled begin her and attempted to steady my walking, to no avail. 

“Justin?” I heard someone call to me. 

My head began pounding and the room started spinning. That was the last thing I remembered before I went down and everything else went black.  

Nicole

“Nicole!” My mother called to me from down the hall. 

“Coming!” I called back to her. We were currently at the hospital visiting my thirteen year old brother. He has stage four brain cancer and the doctors don’t suspect he’ll be around for much longer. I wanted to spend as much time with him while I still could. Though my mother never understands. I don’t know if it’s the fact that she doesn’t want to get too close to him now, in order to save her the grief when he’s finally gone, or the fact that she just doesn’t care. I like to think she relates to the first one better. It makes her looks like a better person. My mom had enough stuff to convince people she was a bitch. She didn’t need another one. 

Our family has never been stable, but who’s is? My parents fight constantly; I don’t even know why they’re still together. I wish they would just get a divorce already. They don’t understand how much their fighting affects my brother, Evan, and I. Their attitudes toward each other especially don’t help my brother at all with his treatments. It just stresses him out even more, which is exactly what the doctor’s don’t want to happen. And neither do I. as I stumbled down the white and boring hallway after her. 

“I don’t want you to go,” my brother’s voice cracked. 

I frowned. “I don’t want to go either. But I have to. I’ll be back though, I promise.” 

“When?” 

“I don’t know.” I brushed his long hair out of his face. He’s always wanted to grow his hair out really shaggy to impress the ladies. 

“Here,” I said to my brother as I reached into my wallet to pull out a recent school picture of me. “When ever you miss me you can look at this picture. I’m always here,” I leaned down to kiss his forehead. 

“Nicole Elizabeth Gatewood!” My father’s voice yelled to me from down the hall. I rolled my eyes at his typical behavior. He was no better than my mother. 

“I have to go now,” I told my brother. 

He nodded. “Okay. Can you at least promise to call me everyday?” 

I smiled small down at him. “Of course I will. I’ll see you later.” I stood up to leave. As I approached the door, my brother’s voice was faintly heard behind me. 

“I love you, Nicky.” 

I smiled and turned back around to face him, my hand on the door knob. “I love you too, Ev.” I opened the heavy door and closed it behind me and took a step closer only to be met by someone else. This someone else was currently on the floor. My eyes widened at the realization that I had just knocked this guy over!

 “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said, reaching down to lend him a hand. 

“I’m fine, really,” he chuckled and got up by himself. I couldn’t exactly deny that he was good looking. Very good looking. He had long brown hair that swooped to the side and the most gorgeous blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life. 

“I’m Trevor,” He introduced himself, holding out his hand. 

“Nicole.” I shook his hand and smiled up at him. 

“Nicole! Your mother and I have been calling to you for the past ten minutes!” Try two. “Let’s go! Now!” My father suddenly appeared behind me and grabbed a firm hold on my arm before tugging me down the hall and away from my new friend. “What have I told you about speaking to boys, young lady?” He hissed, turning his head around to speak to me. I gulped and stayed quiet. “You are never to interact with them. They’re not good. Any of them.” 

“Dad, you’re a male too,” I reminded him. He was basically bashing himself right now along with the rest of the male species. 

“I know. And I’m one of the worst of them too,” He admitted. I couldn’t deny that one. 

Once we reached the lobby, he dragged me over to my mother who was standing over by the door leading out to the parking lot, her hands on his hips, her foot tapping away impatiently. “Where in the world have you been?” She asked me. 

“I found her talking to some boy in the hall,” my father released my arm. “You need you knock some sense into your daughter’s head, woman,” he barked at my mother who bowed her head in shame. “Tell her she doesn’t need boys in her life! Tell her not to socialize with them! Ever!” My father ordered. 

My mom sighed. “Take it from me, you don’t need boys in your life,” she said before turning around and starting towards the car. 

Justin

“Justin! Justin wake up,” my mother’s voice puled me out of my deep slumber and awakened me to yet another pounding headache. I groaned in pain. 

“Are you alright, baby?” My mom cooed while stroking the side of my face gently with her fingers. 

“My head hurts so bad,” I whined. 

“I know. The doctor should be here soon,” she told me. “You scared me. Again.”

I sighed. “Sorry.” 

“You don’t need to apologize, Justin. But I’m starting to get really worried. This has been happening for a while now and it seems like it gets worse and worse each time. I just don’t want anything to happen to you,” she said. 

I completely understood her concerns. Hell, I was scared too. And she was right; the headaches have been getting worse every time, although I just blamed it on stress and maybe the lack of sleep I’ve been getting over the past eight months or so. But everyone else around me is convinced it’s something more serious. But who knows?

The doctor came ten minutes or so later and checked me out. 

“Now that he’s awake again, I wouldn’t say you’d have to do anything just yet. Though if it happens again, I strongly suggest you take him straight to the hospital. This definitely isn’t normal and we don’t want anything terrible to happen, do we?” He spoke towards my mom after examining me. 

“No we do not. Thank you, doctor,” my mother said before showing him the door. 

Great. Maybe it is worse than I thought.