The Bucketlist; Justin Drew Bieber.

Dear Diary,

I've finally finished it. And, by "it", I mean my bucketlist that Justin and I promised that we'd complete together. I'm actually really excited to see how it's going to turn out - and if we actually do all the listed things, before Justin's 18th birthday.

So we have 327 days to do this.

Thank God I only have 25 things.

I put losing my virginity second last, and telling Justin that I love him-

Reem paused, and stopped writing, dropping her pen on the journal paper and leaving an ink blotch on the skinny blue lines. She shook her head, and ran her fingers through her long purple bangs that were in desperate need of a cut trim. She closed the black leather binded diary, and roughly shoved it into the wicker drawer beside her bed.

I really need to put an end to this crush, Reem clarified, her head already swarming with images of the teen heartthrob that also happened to be her best friend; Justin Bieber.

It was too late, as Reemie was already engulfed in Justin-related memories and paranoia that would only bring more pain and misery later.

Reem and Justin had become best friends when the two Canadians moved to Atlanta, Georgia to improve their quality of life. Justin for his music career, and Reem for her father's job. Little did they know, they'd both get acquainted through just merely finding their way around and through the massive city.

"Oh, my God! Is that who I think it is?" Marnie exclaimed as her and Reem were casually strolling down the sidewalk, arm in arm, admiring the less crowded streets of a less popular area of town. Reem's mom was following behind, pretending to be completely unaware of where the girl's were headed, like the good mother she was.

"Big whoop, whoever it is," Reem replied, uninterested. absentmindedly twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

"Justin... Bieber!" Marnie gasped breathlessly, immediately breaking into a run and tugging on Reem's forearm. "Let's go see him, quick!"

"For what? So he can sign our tits?" Reem said sarcastically, grumbling the entire time as Marnie dragged her along.

Not even thirty seconds later, Reem and Marnie were accompanied by a dozen other bystanders (all girls) who had surrounded the celebrity. All of the girl's voices were muffled screams as Reem tuned them out, and Justin signed their memoralibilia.

Sooner than later, Marnie was smiling so wide, it appeared that her face would crack in half, and was nearly on the verge of hyperventilating. She greeted Mr. Bieber excitedly and propped her left arm out in front of her, and Justin quickly signed it with a sharpie marker.

Jeez, could this get any worse? Reem thought, arms crossed against her chest.

"Hello, pretty ladies," he smiled sweetly, his focus now on Reem. "How are you today?" The question was directed at her.

Reem couldn't help notice the way the sun reflected and made his eyes sparkle. She gazed dreamily at him, probably looking starstruck and pitiful, like all the overly-obsessed girls that followed this dreamboat. Snap out of it, he's just an ordinary person, Reem scolded herself.

"I'm doing great, and yourself?" She answered politely.

"Fine, thanks," Justin chuckled, noticing her dreamlike state. He shrugged it off, thinking she was cute. "Do you want me to sign anything?"

Reem smirked playfully, glancing smugly at Marnie before moving her hand up to the neckline of her Misfits band t-shirt. She checked the expressions of everyone around her, they were all wide-eyed, so she continued. Reem casually yanked down her shirt, pulling it down far enough just to show a tiny bit of cleavage. Justin's eyes widened, but he relaxed just as fast by raising his eyebrows and returing an almost sexy smile.

He moved forwards, ready to sign her left breast, but was interrupted by Marnie, "You know she was just kidding, right?" Her face was plastered with jealousy and betrayal.

Reem snapped back instantly, "That's what makes it funny, Marnie."

Justin shrugged, pulled of the marker lid and signed his initials, along with a few other things that Reem couldn't read directly. After about a minute, Justin backed away and smiled at his masterpiece. Reem let go of her shirt and it resumed it's usual form, high up against her neck. Justin then opened his arms for hugs, and Marnie jumped up instantaneously. She scowled at Reem, and rushed into his arms first, snagging a hug. They pulled apart from each other a few moments later, and that left Reem.

She carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, while his coiled around her little waist. Surprisingly, Reem got jittery butterflies and an embarrassingly increased heartbeat. Heat flooded her cheeks, making her blush uncontrollably. She was mortified at the fact of the possibility that maybe her heartbeat was loud enough for him to hear.

Regardless of the fact that Justin had limited time for friends, he liked this anonymous, nameless girl, and wanted the opportunity to get to know her. Once she had jokingly tugged the neckline down of her shirt, he guessed that she had a decent sense of humor. Maybe he would really like her.

Justin walked away, feeling satisfied at his little gathering that occurred back there. The girl with the purple streaks in her hair, with her bright blue eyes, fair skin... she drifted into his thoughts, and he responded by shaking his head at an attempt to clear away the images. The last thing he needed to worry about in his crazy life was most definitely not another girl.

Little did he know, she was going to become the most important person to him that he had, next to his Mom, of course.

Reem hopped off her bed and stood in front of the vanity that was situated in the corner of her room. She studied the bulbous, twinkly lights, the flat sheet of glass that reflected the muddled expression she wore of her face. Reem gently placed the pads of her fingers against her cheek, and the person staring back at her mirrored her movements. He cheek was soft as down. Not as soft as Justin's face. Gosh, I really need to stop being so masochistin head over heels much like a lost puppy.

"Maybe I should get it off my chest, and tell him how I really feel," Reem mumbled to herself, as she stared at her reflection and absentmindedly twirled more hair around her finger. She made a face at herself and stuck out her tongue. "NAH!"

Reem snatched her cellphone off the vanity table and danced out the door and in the hallway, being careful that she didn't fall down the stairs on her way to the large kitchen/dining room. Skittering and skipping across the linoleum floor, she made her way to the pantry and whipped open the door, shaking her hands and continuing to dance like it was the end of the world.

She placed her hand against her face, in mock shock, and sang out, "Now I think it's time to put this p**sy on your side burns!" Reem shook her hips and sang more of Nicki Minaj's lyrics in the song Bedrock.

*Changing to first person perspective.*

I waltzed into the pantry, searching for anything remotely close to the category "breakfast". A box of strawberry Special K looked promising, and magically appeared in my hand. I dug through the refridgerator only to find an unopened can of Coke (thankfully). I wiped the top off with a ratty dishcloth, and pulled back the tab. I always turn the tab sideways, as a little habit of mine. Plus, it sets my soda can apart from the rest.

I took my Coke and Special K with me as I padded into the living room, and set them on the varnished and stained coffe table before I pressed the power button on the television with my toe.

I plopped down onto the leather recliner, eyes fixed on the TV as pointless images flashed on the pixeled screen. What should Reem do today? I pondered cluelessly. Just as I was about to scoop a handful of cereal into my mouth, I heard my phone buzzing on the counter top. Regardless of who the person contacting me was, I leaped out of my seat and booked it to the kitchen, dodging stray articles of clothing in my way.

I accidentally rammed the edge of the island with my hipbone, and I could feel my face twist a little in response to the sharp ache. It went away quickly.

The caller ID on my BlackBerry screen said 'JBiebs'. I didn't hesitate one moment to press the green answer button.

"Hello?" I breathed excitedly into the reciever. I could see my chest pounding furiously up and down, and I heard the blood pulsing in my ears. I turned into a wreck with him.

"Whoa, someone's a little out of breath. What does Reem do in her spare time?" Justin teased.

"I almost killed myself to answer your phone call," I stretched the truth a bit, obviously.

"Yeah, I don't find that hard to believe knowing how messy your house can be."

Nonetheless, no matter how critical his comments could be, he never failed to make my stomach explode into a fit of excited flips.

"YOUR WELCOME," I said loudly.

Justin laughed again. "Soo.. I was wondering..." he continued, without missing a beat. "Since it's you're sixteenth birthday in two days.."

"Oh, my God. Nothing special. I'm turing sixteen, big whoop," I said.

"Oh, c'mon! Lighten up!" Justin exclaimed defensively. "I was just thinking..."

He was trailing off his sentences. He was definitely up to something.

"Go on..." I urged.

"Do you remember that bucketlist we created together?" Of course I remembered our bucketlist.

"The one that we cut our palms and held hands for, swearing that we'd finish it before our 18th birthdays both passed?"

"Yeah, that one. Did you add more to it?"

I couldn't decide whether or not he just being snoopy or sincerely curious, but I had to decide whether or not telling him the last three were all related to him, and solely him. It'd be a bad time to break the news to him. Not now, at least.

"Uh, no. Not that I can recall," I lied.

"Okay. So, here's my ingenius plan: since your turning 16 in two days, on the 12th we can possibly being our bucketlist?" He sounded so innocent.

How could I resist? Simple. I already see a million problems that could arise from this desire. It won't work. But it's also Justin Bieber, who happened to be my best friend and future husband.

Reluctantly, "Yeah, sounds great." My voice faltered. He noticed, undeniably.

"Doesn't sound too great, missy. If you don't want to-"

"No, no, no!" I cut him off abruptly, I was too much of a baby to hurt his feelings. "You know me, I just woke up," I included a fake laugh for his sake.

"Okay, lovely," Justin replied, falling face first for my little charade. "We'll talk more later, 'kay?"
I could literally hear the smile in his voice.

Why does best friends have to hurt so much?

A moment passes before Justin breaks the stillness.

"Um, excuse me?" Worry clouded his tone. "What're you talking about?"

Did I seriously just voice my thoughts out loud? AGAIN? To Justin Bieber, the person of all people I absolutely did not want to hear them, second to my parents? Especially to Justin; apparently so.

I racked my brain for dozens of decent excuses that I could feed to Justin, something that would be enough to feed to him, some big lie that he would swallow and not choke on. Hmmm.

"Me and Marnie aren't on the best term's right now. Long story."

"A long story that I'd like to hear," Justin said.

"Come over when you can, then."

"Now?" He laughed effortlessly. Another squeamish fit of butterflies errupted in my stomach.

"No, later," I corrected him.

"Fine, fine. Four-ish? I have a date at two," he noted non-chalantly.

A fresh stab of pain, like a serrated, rusty bread knife, sliced open my flesh, letting my insides spill out. I sucked in a deep breath, ignoring the stabs of jealously in my chest. "Oh, okay. See you later then."

"I'll tell Selena you said hi."

It was on impulse; I hung up without another word.

Ignore the jealousy.