So this is my first time writing a story and this is kinda different to what's out there right now. Go easy on me but not to easy... Yeah alright that's good enough. Leave a review because those are always helpful and much appreciated so shall we go on with the story.

Demi's P.O.V

"Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez back together?Heartthrob Justin Bieber and pop star sensation Selena Gomez have reunited" the E! News reporter said. "Really? Again" I whispered to the tv, "Justin took to Instagram and posted a picture of him and the Come and get it singer Selena Gomez following the caption, Love the way you look at me".

"They were also spotted riding Segway's in Calabasas California just after the New Years" "Are they rekindling their roma—" I turn off the Tv.

"I can't believe that they're back together" Miley screamed at me "I'm not fazed by it, they were bound to get back together sooner or later." I wished it was later because I always had a crush on this girl. "I'm hungry, let's go eat" "Where too?" I asked Miley, "How about some Chinese food" I nodded and we made our way to her car.

I get in the car and fasten my seatbelt, "So you remember Annie right?" The blonde said, while pulling out of the driveway. "Can we not talk about her right now" I said glaring at her, she was always a sensitive subject to talk about.

"Well she's been looking for you" Miley said, a smirk plastered on her face. "I don't care" I looked out the window and admired the city lights that New York offered.

/After Dinner\\

"I'll see you tomorrow" I said to the blonde in front of me, "Are you sure you don't want a ride?" "I'm fine, I'll talk to you tomorrow" and with that I saw her car disappear.

Sometimes I wonder why I was given such a boring normal life. I always pictured myself doing something amazing like traveling the world, being able to meet new people. But no, as faith would have it I'm stuck with this plain boring life.

I feel myself make contact with something hard making me spill my water. "What the hell? You just spilled water on my shirt!" I looked up and made eye contact with one and only Justin Bieber.

"Do you have any idea how much this costs?" I thought for a bit before answering "Uhh I don't care". His face grew red and he shot me a glare. "Do you know who I fucking am?" He screamed at me getting in my face.

"I'm Justin Fucking Bieber" he yelled out, to no one in particular, "Doesn't ring a bell". He walked over to me and placed his Hand on my cheek "Feisty just what I like" I grab him from the shoulders and push him back. "First of all back the fuck away and secondly fuck off" I start walking away from him only to be pulled back. "I never get rejected" "Well you just did".

"Excuse me, I need some help" we hear someone behind us say. Justin immediately losses his grip on me and turns around. "Does it look like I care!", I scowl at him. "You're such an ignorant jerk", "Oh please honey, you don't have a like able attitude either".

"As for you" he said pointing at the elderly woman, "Go ask someone who cares". "I wouldn't do that if I were you" she screamed, I look at Justin and he just smirked "What are you going to do? Hit me with your purse".

"Justin stop" I whispered to him, the elderly woman starts walking towards us. She started whispering
bizarre words. Suddenly everything went black.

/The Next Morning\\

I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing, I extend my hand out, blindingly searching for the phone on the nightstand. Wait I don't have a nightstand. I open my eyes and look around the room and clearly this isn't my room, I feel my heart race against my chest. I scramble off the bed and panic.

I search around the room for any sign to show me where I am but nothing. "MILEY!" I scream but my voice didn't sound the same, it sounded deep and raspy almost like Justin's.

I run to the nightstand and grab my phone "AHHH" I scream, I drop the phone onto the ground as soon as I see myself in the reflection. I fall to the floor and back up until my back reaches the wall. I'm not myself anymore, I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. "Fuck" I muttered, "This has to be a dream" I said with my eyes closed, I turn the light switch on. "1,2,3" I slowly open my eyes, and I couldn't believe it I was Justin Bieber. "But how?".

Did I get drugged up? Am I just hallucinating?. "Okay there's only one way to find out", I looked down at the jeans I was wearing. I slowly unbuckled my jeans and unzipped them. "Deep breaths" once I regained my composure I slid off my jeans, I looked down and I feared the worst.

"Justin" someone screamed from the door, I quickly slipped my jeans up and looked at myself in the mirror. "Holy shit" I touched my face and poked my cheek, "Hey Justin you okay in there" who's that I asked myself.

"Yeah I'm Fi-ine" I stuttered "Well hurry up we have a pretty busy day today". I looked at myself one more time in the mirror, "You can do this" I whispered. I walk out of the restroom and I see a tall man looking at me. "You okay Justin?" I'm not okay, "Hey man can you do me a favor?" I asked him. "Of course Justin, I'm your manager I do everything for you". "Slap me" he eyes were almost popping out, "Justin what's wro—" "Just slap me" I said, interrupting him.

The man then moved his hand up to my cheek and slapped me, ok this is real. "Let's go" he said, I arc my eyebrow in confusion, "You have some interviews to attend"crap.

I follow him as he wake our way to the garage, I had to admit his house was beautiful. I open the garage door and I was greeted by a collection of cars "Damn" I whispered to myself.