Don't Leave We Are Meant To Be (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Part 4 Justin's P.O.V:

Justin's P.O.V:  Wow.  I can’t believe how well my album is doing.  It’s climbing straight up the charts.  My twitter is blowing up with nothing but feedback about it.  Most of it was possible.  I love it and am so grateful for my beautiful beliebers.  They mean so much to me and without them I wouldn’t be where I am right now.  *Buzz Buzz* My phone vibrated from Selena, my girlfriend, calling me.  I don’t want to talk to her.  She’s been just ignoring, or as least it feels like she is, for the past month or so.  No call backs, no texts back, not even anything over twitter.  I’m done but might as well do what has to be done… 

“Hello?” I answered.  I just am not in the mood.

“Hey baby!  So I’m on my to Cali right now and I was wondering if you wanted to grab some lunch and hangout today.”

 She acts as if everything is perfect.  Like we can start right where we left off and like she hasn’t been ignoring me.  I’m so sick of this.

 “Not really.  Selena, I don’t think this is going to work out.”

Please let her take a hint.  She can be such a blonde sometimes.

“Oh, well, I’m here all week so maybe tomorrow.” She says all happy.

Really?  Come on!

A little angrily I say, “No, that’s not what I meant…”

Urg.  Why does she have to be so clueless?  I don’t love her anymore.  But to be honest I don’t think I ever really did to begin with.  I want to get a chance to just life MY life as a single man for once.  I feel that in the celebrity world, you always have to be either dating someone or secretly dating someone.  I mean, I’m 18 years old now and an adult.  I need to learn from my own life experiences and I feel like Selena is holding me back.  I am constantly worrying about how my actions might affect our or mainly her fame.  I don’t want to have to worry about the dumb paparazzi taking a picture of me hangout with another girl or fan and then they turn it into some headlining story saying I’m cheating on her or whatever.  I just can’t do this anymore.

“What do you mean that’s not what you meant? Justin, what’s wrong babe?  You can tell me love.”  She said.

How do I say this nicely? I thought to myself. 

I sigh and say, “ Selena, you’re a beautiful and fun girl to be with.  I just think you deserve someone who loves you back as much as you say you love them.”

What I really wanted to say was, ‘Someone who can care about your fame and all of your nonsense crap.’  But that’s not nice.  I can’t say that as much as I would like to.  But knowing her, I hope she doesn’t cry from what I did say to her. 

 Please don’t cry.  Please don’t cry.  I repeated to myself.

Surprisingly she says, “Fine.  I see what you’re saying Justin.  You’re not worth my time and love anymore anyways.  Goodbye Justin.”

 THANK THE LORD!  I’m free!

 “Bye Selena.”

 Did she seriously just tell me I’m not worth her time?  What time?  We never saw each other anyways.  She never even tried to see me.  I always tried and told her I tried.  Whatever. HAHA!  I’m single and ready to mingle!!  I just hope she doesn’t try to pull any crap… I’ll tweet: “It was unhealthy and just wasn’t working.  Sorry.  Our times we had together, even though there where only a few, where great. Goodbye Selena.”