DISLAIMER: I do not own Justin Bieber! This is my first Justin Bieber story, but not my first celeb story :D! I DO own Sydney, Clara, Alyssa, Taylor, and Rachel, though!
"Please, Mom, just let me go!"
I couldn't help but plead with her. It was a once in a lifetime chance! Tickets for Justin Bieber seemed to be almost impossible to get a hold of. It was almost as bad as getting into Harvard. My mom rolled her eyes and went back to opening a can of green beans. It was almost supper time and I should have been getting ready for this concert. But, of course, my mom had decided last second to not let me go.
"No! You know I don't know where the place is, Sydney," my mom replied.
"I can get directions. It's called Map Quest for a reason, Mom," I retorted. My mom continued to open the can of green beans. I sighed and said, "I can drive, Mom."
"No, you're only fifteen and a half."
"So? Other kids do it," I replied. It was true. I looked at the clock on the oven and pushed my brunette hair out of my face. My mom turned to look at me right after.
"If other kids were jumping off a cliff, would you? If other kids offered you drugs, would you take them?"
I sighed, "Mom, that has nothing to do with this situation!"
"Does too. You want to go simply because others are going," my mom replied. I growled and stomped to the living room. All the bedrooms were filled, so, lucky me, I lived in the living room. Not the typical place, and I wished I had an actual bed, but it worked. I flung myself onto the couch and flipped on my iPod. I knew she would be like this. She was always such a bitch when she wanted to be.
"Turn it down," my mom threatened. I rolled my eyes and turned it down. "Get dressed," she said finally.
"What?"
"You heard me," she replied. "Get dressed. You've got a concert to go to and if you give me any more lip you won't go."
My eyes widened and I ran for where I kept my clothes. I grabbed a mini-skirt and regular t-shirt. I was pretty sure I'd be buying one of his t-shirts at the concert anyway. I quickly slipped on the clothes and ran a hot iron over my hair. I picked up my ballet flats on the way to the car as my mom started it. We drove out of the lane soon.
We soon pulled up to a busy street. We knew the concert hall was just up a ways, but traffic was bumper to bumper it seemed. I sighed. I knew I was going to be late.
My phone vibrated against my hand. I jumped a little and pulled it out. It was Clara. I smiled as I read the text message.
Meet&Greet after! Excited?
I texted back, Totally! How else do you expect me to react?
I could hear my mom sigh and mumble something while finding a parking spot across from the venue. I rolled my eyes. It was just like her to act this way! I could never understand half of her actions, anyway.
I quickly opened the door and jumped out as she shut the car off. "You've got twenty dollars to spend," she warned, and handed me a twenty.
"Thanks, Mom," I said unemotionally. I didn't care how much I had to spend. I only cared about the concert. I then walked over to the huge line and saw my friends halfway into the line. Right as I got in behind them, I heard people groaning. But, I didn't care. Let them groan, I say! Clara smirked at me as I smirked back at her. She knew exactly how I operated. I looked at the others there. I could see Taylor, Rachel, and Alyssa there. Of course, I also saw some people who I hoped to God really were figments of my imagination. But, after blinking a couple of times, they were still there.
"So you saw Hailey?"
I nodded slightly. Of course she had to be here. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my friends. I smiled hugely before jumping up and down in happiness. They began to jump with me when the doors opened. We quickly pushed into the doors.
We got to the arena and gaped. It was huge! We all screamed ecstatically and ran for the front row seats. We sat down quickly before Clara stood to go over to the product tables. I rolled my eyes and handed her my twenty.
"Can you get me a t-shirt? Medium," I asked sweetly. She smiled and ran for the table. Minutes passes with them playing different songs in the R&B genre before Clara ran back with her unnatural hair. It was a purple color with the color coming out. She'd been going for a pink, but it went too dark. But, we still loved her like a sister. Looking around, I noticed Taylor, Rachel, and Alyssa were all grabbing different items at the products tables. I rolled my eyes. They had to be even more obsessed than me!
I smiled at Clara as she sat down by me. She smiled back at me. No one would have guessed the big news about to happen.