Michaelbjordon Stories

My eyes landed on Justin Bieber's. Then my eyes looked back to the doors. It made sense. Tons of teenage girls waiting to mob someone. It was either him or Harry Styles. I reached my hand out to shake his. "Evelyn Moore." I introduced. He glanced at my hand for a second before grabbing it. The handshake lasted a lot longer than any handshake should ever last. "Why are you in here Evelyn? Didn't you hear the announcement telling all customers to leave?" His tone of voice was one that would get me slapped if I ever spoke to my mother that way. "Obviously not." I sassed back. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him.

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