This whole story will be written in Justin's point of view (: Hope you enjoy!

PS- RATED M FOR A REASON.

Untouchable

Chapter One;

It's a rough life being Justin Bieber. I mean, think about it. Everywhere I go, there's always somebody screaming my name, interrupting my conversations, and begging me just to say "hello" to them. Come on girls, you really think I'm going to remember YOU as that beautiful lady I said hi to once on the street? Not likely. It's all a front, you know. The "Oh, I love my fans more than oxygen!" act. Scooter makes me. Don't get me wrong, my fans have made my used napkins worth a pound of gold, but seriously? You guys really think I'm as perfect as I act in the interviews? This is my career; this is how the industry works. We have to act like we're "different" than the rest. I'm pretty damn good at that, which is why I've made it as far as I have. Plus, I'm drop dead gorgeous. Think about it, I'm a teenaged boy, I like going to parties, getting fucked up, and then sleeping with a babe who's got a nice body and little to no morals, that way she won't call me in the morning. You really think my number one priority is going to church on Sunday? Hell, I haven't been to church in years. And the greatest part of all this is knowing that no matter what I screw up, no matter how many rumors (that may or may not be true) are spread about me, and no matter how many brutal magazine articles are written about the me, my fans will always back me up, no matter what. They'll deny, they'll make excuses, and they'll provide the haters with plenty of other bullshit examples of how I'm a wonderful person. I don't even have to do it, because they do it all for me. Let's face it, I'm untouchable.

"Grab me a diet, bro," Ryan said to me as I stood up to grab a soda. We share an apartment together right in Atlanta. Me, him, Chaz, and Travis. (A/N: Travis is fictional, but the other characters are real.)

"Get it yourself, dickhead." I responded. We joke, chill.

"Fuck you man," he laughed and walked back to the soda fridge. He swung his arm back and hit me right on my spine, "So where are we goin' tonight?" he asked. We go out every night, to some party. Oh, the perks of being famous.

"I dunno, I think that girl Kira is having something at her apartment." I said nonchalantly.

"Dude she is sexy as hell. We're going right?" Ryan questioned excitedly.

"Eh, I dunno. She's got a weird nose, and a boyfriend."

"Who cares, you don't look at her nose when you're smashing her, or her boyfriend."

"Valid point, my friend. Looks like we'll be at Kira's tonight. I'll text her."

J: hey babe :) see you tonight? ;D
K: who's this?
J: justin?
K: ahhhh hey there! yep, people are starting to get here around 9.
J: will your boyfriend be there? what's his name again?
K: actually… we broke up last night, his name was Mark

"RYAN, KIRA AND HER BOYFRIEND BROKE UP!" I shouted down the hallway. Ryan had gone into the smoke room. We have a special room set up just for smoking, so the house doesn't reek weed when our landlord comes around.

The door swung open like lightning. "You have got to be fucking with me. This is the best day ever. Dibs, bro. Dibs."

"What are you gonna date her?" I answered surprised.

"No..? I'm gonna sleep with her numerous times, until she finds out I'm an asshole, get lectured via text message, then find a new one."

See, this is why Ryan, Travis, and I get along so well. We have the same philosophy. Girls are for sex. That's all. Nothing more. Once it gets to the more part, that's when you have to hit the road. Chaz used to be on board with us, but now he's got a girlfriend, Whitney. Whitney's hot, though, and they have a lot of really nice sex, so I hear from him, so he's still part of the bromance. Travis just got out of like a 4 year relationship or something retarded like that, so he's a little rusty, but shares the same beliefs as Ryan and I.

"Solid. I should text her back."

J: awww baby :\ i'm sorry bout that. he isn't worth your time girl
K: thanks justin(: so you'll be here…? ;)
J: ohhh yeah i'll be there ;D are you good with booze or should we bring?
K: we?
J: Ryan's and Travis will probably come too if that's aight
K: oh, yeah that's fine, just making sure haha, and uhhh you could bring some(:
J: alright we'll bring a couple bottles, shawty(:
K: ha, k, see you tonight babe :)
J: wouldn't miss it sexy ;D
K: (:

"She wants me." I smirked as I showed Ryan our convo.

"Dude, not cool. Totally not cool." He slugged me in the arm, and I laughed.

"Alright, 8 o clock… wanna grab a bite to eat before we go?"

"Sure, where's Trav?"

That's a damn good question… I hadn't seen him all day. "Call his cell and tell him to meet us at Weston's."