Love Me: A Justin Bieber Love story

CH 4: So Close

Faith's POV:

I was in a perfect dream..... Justin and I were sitting on the beach, wrapped in the softest periwinkle blanket imaginable, cuddling and watching the most beautiful sunset. My feet covered in scratchy sand, I sighed.

Justin had one of his strong, muscled arms around me, and the other playing in my hair. He was kissing my head softly,and whispered,

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?"

"That why you like me?" I scoffed, and pretended to be insulted. "I'm more than just a pretty face,"

"I know, but it's an advantage." He grinned..

He sang to me softly, his flawless voice sounding like something from heaven, which it was, and my heart felt like it would burst.

I turned around and caressed his gorgeous face, looked into his chocolatey eyes and practically melted. He was all mine. Him and his shaggy hair, dimples, and that smile. Just as I was about to kiss those dreamy pink lips, someone bounced onto my stomach,

"OUCH! WHAT THE FRICK?!" I yelled groggily.. Great, now I'm awake.

"FAITH JOLIE CASSIDY! Wake up! Wake UP! WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAK-"

I playfully cupped my hand over her mouth. "Shhhh. YOU ruined my dream!"

"I don't give a fruit about your dream, babe. Get your peach out of bed and into the bathroom! Now!" Juliette commanded.

"Fine.." I groaned.

I shuffled slowly, stumbling into my slippers, and closing the door behind me. I looked at my face in the mirror. Amber eyes, long eyelashes, on-pointe eyebrows, and a light dusting of freckles gazed back.

I didn't look too bad, if I were to say so myself. But then, those mothertrucking BAGS. I look like I haven't slept in years.

Shizzle.

Juliette would fix it, I'm sure. I adjusted my ponytail and pulled out my scrub. I washed my face vigorously, dried it, and rubbed some oil-free moisturizer on it, as I was sadly quite prone to breakouts.

I yawned and strode back into my room. Juliette took one look at my face and winced. "We have a lot of work to do, bruh."

"Thanks a lot. It's what, 8:00 in the morning? On a Saturday? That make any sense?"

"The concert's at 1:00, hon. If you wanna be ready, I suggest we start now." She smirked.

"Fine." I sat down in my comfy desk chair in front of my vanity and composed myself. Juliette opened my armoire, and grabbed my straightener and various makeup products,

I sighed wistfully, thinking back at that romantic dream, wishing it would be real... I pulled out my iPhone and and my pink beats earbuds as Juliette turned me around to start. I scrolled through my playlists and picked a special one, 'The Big Day,' it was called. Seemed appropriate. Boyfriend starting playing, and I quickly fell in sync with his beautiful falsetto.

I told Juliette about the dream, and she laughed when she saw me blushing.

"Why are you blushing? I'm not gonna tease you."

"Cause it felt so real... Like déjà vu, I just can't explain it." I keened.

She got all serious. "God works in mysterious ways, sweetcheeks. You never know what your dreams could mean."

She hugged me and turned around. Juliette brushed a lock of my hair from my face and got to work. She applied a little bit of concealer to the various scars, zits, and those horrid undercircles. She took a small amount of foundation, brushed it over my face to even out my skin tone, and blended it in with a beauty blender.