Justin's P.O.V

"Geeze. These girls are crazy!" Scoter laughs and shuts the van door behind him.

I laugh as Kenny starts up the van, "Nah, they're not crazy, just good fans."

Kenny pulls out and doesn't see the girl step out from behind the vehicles in the airport parking lot.

"Kenny, watch out!" I yell as he slams on the brakes. We stop inches from the girl.

"Hey! Watch it jerk!" She slams her fist on the hood. The girl was wearing ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. She had black hair, piercing blue eyes and looked about 18. She glares at Kenny then continues walking.

"Justin, you should go apologies to her for us." Scooter looks at me then back to the girl.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"Quick go! She's walking away!" Scooter pushes me out of the sliding door. "She's behind that black car. We'll follow you." He shuts the door.

The Girl's P.O.V

"I finally get to visit my aunt in SanTan and of course Justin Bieber is here in Phoenix for his world tour. There were crazy fangirls everywhere." I walk out and look for my aunt's car, not noticing a large white van coming towards me. The tired squeal and my attention turn to the moving vehicle. The van stops inches from my body, of course my first reaction is…

"Hey! Watch it jerk!" I yell and my fist connects with the steel hood. The driver's face looked familiar but I couldn't place it. I walk away. "First the fan girls now this?" I growl to myself. I hear the van door slide open, "Oh, great. What now."

"Hey! Hold up!" I hear someone yell.

"I didn't dent your car dude! And I'm not going to pay for it either." I yell back.

"No, wait! Hold on a minute!" The voice was closer.

The voice sounded familiar, "No, I'm not going on a date with you to pay for the damage."

"Wow, most girls want to go on a date with me." He laughs

"Whoa…." I turn around and see a boy with brown hair, skinny jeans, a white hoodie and amazing brown eyes.

"I wanted to apologies about almost hitting you, but if you up for making that date." He smiles.

"Ha… You're funny." I cross my arms. He was kinda cute.

His smile grows, "I know I am. I'm Justin, by the way."

We shake hands, "Wait…You look familiar."

"Yeah, I'm Justin Bieber." He steps back and waits for my reaction.

"Wow… the hair cut really works for you." I smile and motion to his shorter spiky hair.

"Thanks," He smiles, "I really am sorry for that though. We didn't see you because of the fans and all."

"Ok now I must be dreaming." I joke and hold my head, "Thee Justin Bieber is apologizing to me?"

"Hahaha. Now who's the funny one? Some girls actually would be freaking out right now. Can I ask why you're not?"

"Probably cause I was just so pissed at your driver for not watching where he was going that the hype of meeting you isn't that big. Sorry for your disappointment."

"No, it's kind of nice that you're not." He waves to the guys in the van and they start to drive forward.

"Leaving so soon?" I smirk.

"Nah, Scooter has been blocking us from the fans and paparazzi. Their probably asking questions. So we can walk and talk." He smiles, "Where are you parked?"

"Oh. Umm… My aunt is picking me up. I'm here visiting her." We walk slowly away from the dispersing crowd.

"Oh? That's cool… So are you a fan?" He looks down shyly.

"No not at all." I smile and look forward. I see him look surprised out of the corner of my eye.

"You're kidding!" He yells. Just as he does my phone starts ringing and One Time starts playing. I look up sheepishly at him, he just laughs, "Oh yeah not a fan."

"Ok so maybe I am." I laugh and answer my phone. "It's my aunt, she told me where she was parked." I say to him.

"Alright, so that means you have to go?" He seemed a little disappointed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It was nice meeting you though." I wave and start walking a different way.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I turn around and he was a couple steps behind me.

"Yes?"

"I never got your name." He smiles.

I smile back, "You'll probably never remember it."

"Give me a chance." He looks up with those big brown eyes, "Here…" He starts to pull out his phone.

"Sure that's a smart move? I might sell your number to someone." I smirk.

"But it'll prove I'll remember your name." He smiles again.

I think about it, "Sure, why not." I walk up to him and take the phone and punch in my number then hand it back to him. He calls it and my phone goes off. He puts his arm around my waist and takes a picture with my phone and sends it to his.

"There now I won't forget your name or those amazing blue eyes." He smiles and I feel heat rising to my cheeks.

"Thanks" I smile and look at the ground. "I guess…I'll see you around?"

"I hope so" He smiles and we part our ways.