Love Me: A Justin Bieber Love story

CH 1: Notice Me

Faith's POV:

"CRUD!" I slammed my hands down on my wooden desk and closed my laptop. I sat down on my purple comforter and put my head in my hands.

Justin had just gone on a massive follow/retweet spree. And of course, he noticed everyone but me. I felt horrible. This happened every.single.time.! Why wouldn't he notice me? I wasn't like those other girls.

I tried to be original and come up with a cool, different twitter name.. Something that DIDTNT end with bieber.. My handle was @lettherebelight, (because my middle name, Jolie, means light) and I tried to come up with witty, fun tweets~something other than the usual "OMFG!!! JUSTIN I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH! I WILL DIE IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW ME!" But alas, to no avail.

Tomorrow was my birthday, and I had secretly hoped maybe, at the least, I could get a tweet back, or even a follow would have made my day.

But who was I ? I was just an almost 18 year old who wasn't exactly a model per se, got into fights with her parents all the time and worked at the mall for cash. I lived in the middle of nowhere. Justin would never know my name.

I got up and headed downstairs.

"Hey mom," I greeted her with a hug, she smelled good, like cinnamon.

"Would you help me with dinner?" She requested. It was getting dark, and I was hungry.

"Sure, mom." I accepted and walked into the kitchen. I scavenged around in the various cupboards and cabinets till I found the ingredients for chicken Parmesan Alfredo. I sighed and started cooking.

I placed the finished dish on the dinner table and sat on the couch to text my best friend, Juliette Carson.

Juliette: Hey Faith what's up?

Faith: Nm sulking as usual over the latest follow spree that I got left out of.

Juliette: aww faithy it's okay boo don't give up yet! So wyd?

Faith: Just made dinner-chkn parm alfredo.

Juliette: Yummy! Save me some!

Faith: Haha sure. 😂 you still coming over tomorrow ?

Juliette: DUH. I would be insane to miss your 18th bday! Plus , you'd probs kill me if I didn't come.

Faith: ily girl. Best friend I could ever ask for. Dad's home and he's hungry! GTG dinner 💞

Juliette: k bye see you tmrw !

I turned off my iPhone six and headed to the dinner table. My parents, Marie and John, were already seated. We sat down and enjoyed the pasta and some hot garlic bread.

My dad turned to me. "So, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

I chewed. "Oh, not much. Juliette's gonna sleep over. Maybe we'll head to the mall or something like that."

"Sounds fun, honey. It's your big day! I hope you'll enjoy it," my mom replied.

"Hopefully," I nodded.

We finished up with some fruit for dessert, then I excused myself and headed up to my room.

I took a long look around my room. The purple everything, the justin posters on the wall, the pictures of me throughout the years, and sighed.

I got changed into soft flannel pajamas, brushed my teeth, and climbed into bed. I tied my long brown hair into a ponytail and closed my eyes.

I just wish he would notice me....

Justin's POV:

"DING!" A sound from my phone alerted me to a new text message.

I yawned and leaned over the plush mattress of my suite's bed to grab it. I unlocked my iPhone and clicked on messages. It was from Butsy, aka my best friend Ryan Butler. I opened it.

Butsy: Justin bro how're you doing

Justin: Crappy af bruh

Butsy: seriously all this cause Selena? Get over her !

Justin: it's not that easy. A broken heart is a broken heart. GTG.

Butsy: Justin wait

-message not delivered

I had closed my phone at that point. I rolled over in bed. My chest hurt. An actual, physical pain right dead center. It hurt like hell.

Oh god, I missed her so bad. I know our relationship was toxic. The paps and tmz ruined the little fun we did have. It's not even her, though.

I miss the tender, sweet kisses. I miss the cuddling sessions on the couch. I miss the hugs. I miss the closeness to another human person. The knowledge that they were mine and no one else's. Everyone knows me, but I couldn't feel less alone.

It's almost Christmas. I'm too old for Santa, but this year I'm gonna ask for something. A shawty for Christmas.

I sing myself to sleep....
"I don't need too much, just somebody to love"...........

Is she out there?