Coping with Bieber

The beginning of this story is set in 2012.

"You two need to get yourselves together. Now!" Scooter walks into the room.
"Enough of this self loathing and pitying. Enough of the smoking. Drinking." He says angrily as he snatches the rolled up paper from in between Justin's fingers and the bottle of alcohol in my hands."
"Scooter, go away." Justin says in a monotone, before he starts hysterically laughing.
"You can't even come up with a concise thought without laughing. This is ridiculous." Scooter sits down on top of the table in front of the couch that we are sitting in.
"So ..... what?" Justin continues, causing me to laugh.
"Are you kidding me right now? You are Justin Bieber. The Justin Bieber. Quite frankly, I have had enough of the bullsh*t and of the talk about you. 'Justin peed in a bucket. Justin egged someones house. Justin arrested.' I am over it. What more is going to have to happen to get you to open your damn eyes, to shape up again!" Scooter screams.
"Ah, Scooter. No screaming." I say covering my ears.
"Yeah. Listen to Stels. Can we have some peace, please." Justin says as he throws his head back on the couch and closes his eyes."
"You two went through something extremely difficult, I get that. And it will be a jackass move of me to tell you to get over it, but you cannot live like this. Not in the public eye, not outside of the public eye." Scooter speaks as he calms down.
Justin bursts up.
"You have no right to talk about what happened to us. Nobody can take that back. Nobody!" He screams. Tears begin to brim my eyes as the effects of the alcohol quickly begin dissolving with the reminder given to us by Scooter.
"What happened to us was because of me being 'Justin Bieber' so, 'quite frankly' f*ck it and f*ck off Scooter." Justin says.
"Scooter, for f*ckings sake, get out!" Justin grows angry.
"I am not going anywhere!" He shouts back. "But, pack your belongings. You're both leaving. For a while." He says as he hands us boarding tickets.