Chapter 1
I clicked send.
I can't believe I actually did it.
I've always wanted to do it, I just never had the courage. But as I clicked "sent" on my twitter account's direct messages, there was proof that I actually send that message to Justin Bieber.
"He probably won't even see it." I said to myself.
I didn't wanna get too anxious for his reply, so I got up and took a shower to waste some time.
Later on, right when I was about to check my computer for a message, I stopped myself. I just didn't want to disappoint myself if he didn't answer.
He gets thousands of direct messages every five minutes. Why would he reply to me?
Just as I was thinking about him, I heard my computer make a beeping noise.
I walked over to it and saw that I had a new direct message.
"C'mon Shelby, it's not Justin…" I said to myself as I approached my computer.
But when I clicked on my inbox, my heart almost stopped beating.
New Message from Justin Bieber, my screen said.
My heart began beating so fast and loud that it could have woken up my entire neighborhood.
I hesitated for a moment before opening the message, but did a happy dance when I read his response to my question.
Hey Shelby. I'd actually love to spend time with a fan of mine this summer. I think it'd be fun. Lets keep in touch though, because I need to talk about this with my manager. – Justin
I twirled around my room in absolute joy until I passed out from being dizzy.
What if he said yes? What if I was going to spend my summer with Justin Bieber?
Even though it wasn't set in stone, I felt like my summer was finally gonna be great for once.
Next Day
As I walked home from my bus stop, I couldn't stop thinking about checking my messages to see if Justin said anything else.
Maybe his manager said yes…
A moving truck in the driveway to houses down from mine caught my eye. Someone was actually moving in.
That house has been empty for as long as I can remember.
I wonder who it is?
As I made my way closer to my house, I saw a girl that looked about my age walking down the front walk.
I waited until she was in hearing distance before shouting "Hey!"
She snapped her head my way, frightened at first. But then she saw me and smiled. Then she waved.
I walked over to her looked at her.
She looked about 15, like me. She had a unique look, with long, wavy black hair that reached almost to her waist, a scarf, even though it was 80 degrees, vintage shorts, tights and cool ankle boots.
"Hi," She said. "I'm Sheridan."
I smiled at her. "Hi Sheridan. Aren't you hot in that?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, just a little. I'm not used to this type of hot weather."
She looked up at the sky and shielded her eyes with her hand. "What's your name?" She asked me.
"I'm Shelby. Where are you from?"
She looked back at me. "California."
I raised my eyebrows. "Wow, really? That far away."
She looked sad for a minute, and then said, "Yeah. Really far."
There was a silence. Then she asked, "How old are you Shelby?"
"I'm fifteen. You?"
"Me too." She said, smiling.
She looked relieved.
From then on, we really hit it off. We actually had lots of things in common, except that I have brothers, and she's an only child.
As the day went on, I began to feel more comfortable telling her things.
"Hey…I know this might sound stupid…but I sent a message to Justin Bieber on Twitter last night." I said, looking everywhere but at her.
She looked intrigued. "Really? What did you say?"
"I asked him if I could hang out with him this summer. And…"
She waited. "And?"
I sighed and then said, "He replied to me saying that he thinks it'll be fun!"
Her eyes popped open, and she started squealing. "Are you serious?! That's awesome! Congrats!"
I squealed with her, feeling the relief of getting it off my chest.
"I'm just glad I actually have someone to tell. You know…I could ask him if you can come too…that it, if Justin gets permission."
Sheridan looked surprised. "Really? You…you want me to come?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. You've been more of a friend to me in the past two hours than anyone has been to me in the last eleven years!"
She hesitated, but said, "Well, only if you want me to come. I'm not going to force you to bring me."
Just then, my computer beeped, and I ran to check my twitter.
Justin messaged me again!
"Sheridan, look!" I pointed to the message and read it aloud.
Hey Shelby! I sat down and talked to my crew about it last night, and then think it's not a bad idea. They said they think it'd it be a great way to just be around normal kids my age for a while. But my manager needs to talk to your parents first.
So I gave him my personal contact info, and then I asked him if I could bring an important friend.
After that, we started planning our biggest summer ever.