Akia POV

I walked through the airport terminal with my family. When we reached the gate that only passengers could pass, I turned to my family. This is where I would be leaving them. I will away for the summer to teach dance at my aunt's dance studio in LA, while my family would stay behind in Kansas City Missouri. I was going to miss them, but I was super excited to have this opportunity at the same time. How many aspiring dances get to teach in Los Angeles? Not many, at least where I come from! I am very lucky.

I turned and give my mom a hug, squeezing her tight. I will miss her. Its only 2 months I reminded myself. We'll be fine. Next I moved on to my step-dad, Mike. Now the really sad part. I crouched down to my 5 year old little sister, Kylie's, level. She ran into my arms and I hugged her tight, my eyes getting a little watery. My sister is going to be the one I will worry about the most. Who will she play with without me here? Who will babysit her? I know I shouldn't dwell on it though, or I won't be able to do this. I have to leave. I can't pass up an opportunity this huge.

I slowly let go and stood up. I looked at one of the massive flat screens hanging on the wall. 'Flight 63 Kansas City to Los Angeles boarding now' I sadly waved to my family and picked up my shoulder bag. I turned and walked through the gate.

"Don't forget to email Kia!" Kylie called. I didn't hear her.

Akia POV

I sat down in my first class seat, next to the window, smiling to myself. A comfy seat, a TV right in front of me, and, bonus, I get to watch the sky while we fly! Score! I'm suddenly feeling really glad my aunt insisted on buying me a first class ticket.

I really was excited, just sad to leave my family. This really is a great deal. I get to teach at my Aunt Lisa's place, a very well known studio. Many Hollywood execs kids are enrolled there actually. It's a good way for me to get myself out there. Maybe I'll even get to meet someone famous! You never know.

I felt the armrest move a little bit, and I knew that someone had just sat down in the seat next to mine. I looked over and saw a boy, about my age, bending down to fix his shoes. He was dressed in purple and blue, and had honey blonde hair. I couldn't see his face, but he seemed kind of familiar. I turned back to face forward, and reached into my pocket to pull out my iPhone. I made sure it was on airplane mode, then decided to play a game of Angry Birds. Oh my gosh, that game is so addicting!

After a few games, it was time for the plane to take off. I pushed the button that turned my phone into sleep mode, and held it in my lap. I made sure my seatbelt was on right, then started to get a little bit nervous. I don't exactly fly much. My leg started to bounce up and down nervously. I felt the guy next to me shift in his seat, but paid no attention to it. That is, until he tapped on my shoulder. I turned to him, seeing a very annoyed expression on his face.

Oh. Now I get why he looked familiar. The boy sitting next to me is Justin Bieber.

Justin's POV

I sat down in my seat, first class, what else? I mean, come on, I am Justin Bieber. I get the best. There was a girl next to me, and I smirked to myself. 'Yes' I thought to myself, someone to flirt with on the 10 hour flight. What can I say? I'm a player.

I saw that the laces of my Supras were coming undone. I sighed and bent down to fix them. My manager, Scooter, sat on my left, with the girl on my right. I studied her while she was busy on her iPhone. Long dark brown, almost black hair, perfectly straight. She's got a nice figure. Dresses pretty well. She's probably a fan. I mean, really, who isn't?

About ten minutes later, the pilot came over the intercom, telling the passengers to get their seat belts on and to prepare for takeoff. Pretty soon, the girl shut off her iPhone and started to tap her leg. A lot. It was actually pretty annoying.

"Um, excuse me, but would you please stop tapping your leg?"

No response.

"Excuse me?"

She ignores me. No one blows off Justin Bieber.

"Hello?" Now I'm annoyed. I tap on her shoulder. She looks up, surprised. The tapping continues. I saw recognition on her face, but she didn't freak out or anything. Maybe this will be a quiet flight I thought to myself.

I politely asked her to stop tapping her leg again. She looks confused, then turned back to her iPod.

I stared at her, utterly shocked. Did she really just blow me off?

I was snapped out of my shock when she waved her iPod in my face. I looked at her for a second, confused. She gestured for me to take it. I did and looked at the screen. The simple, two word sentence written on it surprised me quite a bit actually, but it made all of the pieces fit together.

I'm deaf.

Akia POV

After he finally took my phone, I studied his face to see how he would react. He looked sorry for me actually. Ugh, I don't want people to pity me. I'm the same, I just can't hear you. No big deal. I just text my hearing friends like crazy. I saw him type into my phone, then he handed it back to me, a sympathetic look on his face. I looked at the screen.

Oh, sorry. I'm Justin Bieber.

I rolled my eyes, typing back immediately.

I said I was deaf, not that I was living under a rock!

I watched him laugh a little bit, then typed back quickly.

Mmm, feisty. I like feisty.

I raised my eyebrows. Did he really just go there?

I have known you for a whole of ten minutes. Are you really already hitting on me?

He replied, a smug look on his face.

Completely.

I rolled my eyes again, then busied myself figuring out how to turn the TV to closed captioning mode. I hope that the diva pop star next to me won't keep this up the whole trip.

I turned to face Justin when I felt a tap on my shoulder. He had grabbed my phone and typed another message to me.

Hey babe? Please stop tapping your leg.

I looked down at my leg, saw that it was, in fact, bouncing up and down. I stopped. Things like this I don't notice. I can't hear the sound of my own foot tapping, after all. It can't be thatannoying though. I wasn't doing it that hard.

I typed back

whatever

He smiled and winked at me. I scoffed.

Thank you. I think I would have gone crazy if you hadn't stopped.

I raised my eyebrows. I was tapping my foot! Big whoop! I mean, seriously.

Whatever you say, diva.

He read the text, looked at me, then gave me a wink and a hair flip.

This just might be a very long 10 hours.

So this is my first Mibba fanfiction, and I hope you guys like it! If I get some comments and subscribers, I will definitely post another chapter this week. Let me know what you think! And since this is my first story on Mibba, if someone would be willing to help me out with my story layout, that would really be appreciated. Thanks for reading! :D