*AN* Disclaimer: I do not own anyone except for Virginia, Joanne, and Zoey.

Justin's POV

"Lemme go! I ca.. I can walk from here.." Ginny slurred.

"Ok then..." I let go of her arm and within seconds she's about to eat pavement until I caught her. I turned her to face me and stared into her crystal blue eyes and my heart melted. She looked at me intently... Well, as intently as a drunk person could, and said the two words I'd been waiting to hear ever since I had met her.

"Kiss me."

Oh shit. How did I get myself into this...

3 Weeks Earlier

"JUSTIN! Go introduce yourself to the new neighbors!" Pattie, my mom calls up to me.

"Kay!" I was already planning on going over today. I've had my eye on a girl who looks about my age all day. She's been dancing around her room unpacking.

I slip on my purple supras and run down the stairs. I pick up the welcome basket my mom put together off of the kitchen island before slipping out my front door.

As I cross into her yard, I think to myself, Oh god, I hope she's not an obsessed fan girl...

I ring the doorbell, and hope that it's her that answers. Luck is on my side today because when the door opens I'm greeted by the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. With stunning blue eyes, a pearly white smile that puts the sun to shame, and long flowing blonde hair, she looks like a goddess in a white strapless bikini. I feel my mouth drop open in awe but quickly close it before she notices. Damn. She's hot.

"OHMIGOD! YOU'RE JUSTIN BIEBER!" is the first thing that comes out of her gorgeous lips. I start backing away slowly.

"Just kidding. I'm not obsessed with you. I just like some of your music." I breathed a sigh of relief. Wait a minute. SOME of it? Well at least she's not a hater

"Well you know my name then, what's yours?"

"Virginia Stone. I just moved here from Miami."

"That's a really pretty name." Not realizing what I was doing, my eyes slowly slide down towards her chest.

Grabbing the welcome basket and covering her chest up with it. she glares at me and says "Hey, Tiffany and Stacy don't want to talk to you. I do."

"Sorry. 16 year old boy you're talking to. Can't help it." Can you say embarrassing? "Wait... did you just say Tiffany and Stacy... you named them?"

"Yeah, I catch guys taking a peek at 'em enough so I decided I should name 'em, I mean why not?" She giggled. God. Her laugh was the sweetest sound I think I've ever heard.

A moment passed of complete silence...awkward.

"So... uhh, there's this party tonight and I was uh wondering if you umm wanted to go with me?"

"Umm okay... pick me up at 7." She smiles brightly

"Uh, the party starts at 9..."

"Like I said, pick me up at 7." she says winking at me.

"Well see ya then."

"Yeah, I guess I will."

As she closes her door, something hits me. There isn't a party tonight.

I ran back to the house, quickly making a list in my head of who I'm going to invite to the party that I'll have to throw at my house tonight. When I was back inside, out of breath, my mom asked me what was wrong. "Party... New girl... house... tonight" I panted.

"Hold on, what are you saying?"

"We have to throw a party to welcome the new neighbor tonight. Can we have it here?"

"I don't know... I'm leaving to go see your aunt tonight... I guess you can, but you know my rule about parties, as long as I come home to the house completely clean and nobody is passed out, it's ok."

"Thanks mom!" I ran upstairs to go call everybody and ask Ryan if he could pick up some food. Tonight was my night.

Present

That was three weeks ago. That night was the night that I fell for her. It's too bad she only thinks of me as an older brother, someone who takes her home and tucks her into bed after a long night of partying, drinking, and making out with boys who aren't me. It just tears me apart to see her do that.

"Did you hear me, Bieb?," Ginny's slurred words snapped me out of my flashback, " I said kiss me."

"No Gin, I can't take advantage of you like that. You're completely wasted." I told her sternly. But MAN did I ever want to kiss her right now.

As if reading my thoughts she said "I know you want tooo. Aww c'mon Bieber. Just do it." Her last words came out very commanding. "Take me to your bed." If only she weren't wasted right now, if only she knew what she were saying but still saying them to me.

"Virginia... I won't do it because I know you'll regret it in the morning. Now, I need to get you home."

"TAKE ME TO YOUR BED, GODDAMNIT!" She yelled at me.

"Fine. Just be quiet." I finally gave in.

I helped her into my Range Rover hoping that she wouldn't puke in my car.

When we reached my drive way, she immediately stumbled out of the car, not even waiting for it to stop completely, puked, fell, then passed out on my drive way. Fabulous. She had fallen in the puddle of her own puke and was covered. I sighed. She's so lucky to have me to take care of her.

I then proceeded to carry a passed out, puke covered, drunk Ginny up to my room.

Virginia's POV

I woke up the next morning in a somewhat familiar place with a throbbing headache. Yep. I was drunk last night. Of course. I looked around the room and as my vision started clearing, I realized who's room it was.

Justin's.

I was lying in his bed, hungover, tired, and confused. I also reeked of vomit. I looked down to see how much clothing I was wearing. I was shocked to discover that the only pieces of clothing that were my own was my underwear and bra... everything else was Justin's.

What the fuck happened last night?

Suddenly, the door to his room swung open and in came Bieber with a glass of orange juice and a concerned look on his face.

"Oh good, you're awake!"

"Uh yeah, I guess I am... sooo...," There was a sort of awkward silence between us and I got a bit more nervous, "what.. um exactly happened last night?"

He laughed and sat down on the side of the bed and said, "Do you really want to know the truth?" .God.

"...Yes."

He sighed and continued "Well you went to a party last night and got completely wasted, made out with a couple guys, started freaking out, called me and told me to come pick you up, then demanded that I take you to my bed," Well this was awkward..., "got out of my car, puked, fell, passed out, and I carried you up to my room." Oh thank god. But that still doesn't explain...

"Justin, why am I in your clothes?" I asked nervously.

"Oh...well, see you were covered in your own vomit and I didn't want you sleeping in my bed covered in vomit, so I had to, ummm, I got... Pattie to change you! Yeah that's it, Pattie changed you." He smiled nervously at the end.

Highly unlikely but I'll just go with it. I don't want it anymore awkward than it already is.

Just then, Pattie walks into the room and sees me in Justin's clothes in his bed, hungover, and if she thought what I thought had happened then we were in BIG trouble.

"Justin..." she said trying to stay calm, "Hallway. NOW."