Still new to this. Sorry if this sucks. It'll get better, promise. :D

P.S. I do not own Justin. =))


Today is the first day of my vacation where I travel alone to any place I want. Any place that I've got my heart set on, because thanks to my very considerate and busy parents who have apparently no time at all for their one and only daughter, gave me the freedom to do anything I want within the timeframe of what my summer allows me. I'm 17 years old; I could handle traveling to places all over the world, right? I mean, I've practically been living alone ever since I could remember anyway, so what would it hurt to be out of the house?

My first destination planned was New York City. Yeah, the Big Apple. Something always intrigued me about that city. It was probably the surrealism you felt once you were there, because to everyone on the planet, it was like "the real world" out there. Oh, and I wanted to do something different. I kind of wanted to get laid. It wasn't really such an out of the ordinary thing for me to do anyway. I was a sort of rebel, and sex was one of the things I hadn't experienced yet.

Once I got off the plane and into my hotel to check in, it was jam-packed with people, and I mean a lot of people. I felt mind-blown by how much people were in there! Desperate to get to my room, I pushed my way through the mob of people, dragging along my suitcase and bags with me in the direction of the counter until I tripped on someone's foot. "Dammit! What the hell?" I grunted as I picked myself off the floor and glared at the person who made me trip. Once I saw who it was, I froze. The boy had sandy blonde side-swept hair and brown eyes that faintly reminded me of The Beatles, IT WAS JUSTIN BIEBER.

"Y-you're… Jus…Jus…" I stuttered embarrassingly.

"Err, yeah. Sorry about that. I didn't see you there." He apologized with his head down.

"No, uh, it's…it's fine." I shook my head. "Sorry." I said quickly gathering my things. I looked back up at him and smiled hazily, "Look, uhm, I'm just gonna go check in. S-sorry again." And I rushed to the counter, quickly checked in and hurriedly went up to my room.

BZZT. BZZT.

My cell vibrated. I checked the messages. I had like 20 messages all from Matt Walker, my best friend. It all had basically one message: Alexandria Bellatrix Baltimore, where are you, how are you and WHY IN GOD'S NAME HAVE YOU NOT BEEN REPLYING TO ANY OF MY MESSAGES?

That was Matti for you, worried as ever. He was the only person who actually really checked up on me more than anyone else in the world. There was never a day that he didn't contact me. It was annoying, but it was nice to know someone cared for me, unlike my mother and father who I don't think ever really cared. I hit the reply button and typed.

Matthew Alexander Walker, CHILL OUT. It isn't the end of the world, K? I'm still alive! It's only been twelve hours last that I didn't talk to you. I'm in New York right now, and you'll never guess who I bumped into—pardon me, TRIPPED OVER. JUSTIN BIEBER. Hahaha, talk about starstruck, eh? :)

I hit send and collapsed over my bed. I wasn't particularly a fan of Justin Bieber, but I found some of his songs pretty entertaining and he was undeniably at some point cute. I thought about catching one of his gigs here…if he even had one here. I'd have to find out later though, because I was aching to go swimming. I got dressed and went out on the balcony and stretched myself in only my yellow and white striped bikini and shorts on. I rested my elbows on the rail and sighed out loud.

"First time here in the big apple?" a voice asked.

"Yup. First time traveling alone too." I replied.

"Awesome." The voice commented.

I grinned and looked over to the balcony next to mine. Again, I froze. It was Justin Bieber AGAIN? "Uh…you again?" I chatted with a pretty shocked face.

He smiled at me and nodded.


To be continued. xD