Make You Believe (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

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Forty seven, forty eight, forty nine, fifty. Justin stood up from the pushups, brushing the sweat from his brow. Pandora blared dub-step through the various speakers throughout the home gym. The seventeen year old superstar maneuvered his way over to the weight room. Justin walked over the wall. His light brown, usually gelled, hair flopped into his eyes. Getting a good grip on the bar, he began doing fifty chin ups. "Yo JB!" Kenny Hamilton yelled as he strode into the room.

 Justin grabbed a remote and muted the music. "What up man?" He said casually, ignoring the slight irritation from having his daily workout interrupted. 

"You got an interview back home tomorrow. Plane leaves in three hours." Kenny said, smirking. "So take a shower. You look rough." Kenny tossed at towel at the singers face. The towel hit Justin square in the face as Kenny left the room. Justin grinned and picked up the towel from the ground and wiped his face off. With a smirk he pressed the play button on the remote and the music played on as he resumed his workout. 

---three hours later---

A shower and a good lunch later Justin boarded his private jet along with his manager, Scooter Braun and Kenny Hamilton. Of course security as well. Mobs of dedicated fans always gathered in places he was at making it dangerous for Justin. 

Justin fixed himself comfortably in the cushioned leather seats of the plane. He slipped out his iPhone and scrolled through the contacts. Finding the one he wanted he grinned and typed out a text message.

Justin: see u tonight bro 

When the message was sent he exited and flipped to Twitter. He scrolled through his timeline, RTd a few fans and then composed a tweet of his own. 

"glad to be heading home for a bit. missed u Canada. #proudcanadian"

Within seconds his tweet was RTd and favorites millions of times. His iPhone beeped. New text message. 

Butsy: sweet, you coming to the party?

Justin: what party?

Butsy: grade house party @ Nolan's 

Justin: I'll be there

Butsy: good you better

Justin: and Chaz?

Butsy: he won't shut up about it...

Justin: lol what a girl

Butsy: well call me when your interviews over

Justin: ight

Excitement built up inside Justin. He hadn't seen any of his friends in Canada in a long time. Let alone partied with them. There was no doubt in his mind that the kids from his grade would be shocked to see him at the party. Hell, he wasn't even sure Scooter would let him go, which is why he'd have to lie. Whatever he's Justin Bieber for fucks sake. Scooter couldn't stop him. Besides he needed to let loose a little, especially with all the stress on his new album. 

Screw Scooter. Party at Nolan's.