Bring You Back. Everyone Changes. I just hoped.. Prayed… that you were different. I wish I could just go back to the times you were the one I knew. The one I fell for. But that's not reality. There's no pause, or stop or rewind button in real life. This is no fairytale. This is no movie. This is REAL LIFE. I just wish I could Bring You Back.

Bring You Back

Starring

Brooklyn McCarthy

Justin Bieber

"Uhm.. I-I-I got these passes in the mail.. i don't know if they were accidentally mailed to me.. or-"

"No, I told Scooter to mail you 2 VIP tickets... you came by yourself?" His brows furrowed.

"No.. I came with Damian.. but I lost him.. so I texted him.. and he went home."

Justin hates Damian Garcia, me and Damian were always close. Not as close as me and Justin. But we were close. And Justin didn't like that.

His eyes narrowed. He looked at me long and hard.

"Soo...Uhm I should probably go.. It was nice seeing you all." I patted Christian's head, and began walking away.

"So thats it,huh?" Justin's husky voice, filled with hurt.

I stopped, and slowly turned to face him. "Well Justin. What did you want me to come here and say? Did you want me to say-"

"Can we talk about this in private?" He asked nicely.

"Why? This is entertaining."

"Shut the hell up Caitlin!" I covered my mouth, that wasn't supposed to be said out loud.

I saw Justin grin. He mumbled something.

Justin's POV: (point of view)

As soon as she told Caitlin that, I couldn't help but smile.
"Thats my girl" I mumbled so low no one could hear me.

"C'mon Brooke." He started walking toward an exit.

"Where are you going?" She asked. I just continued walking without answering her.

I heard her foot steps, her pace was fast. Trying to keep up with mine.

"Be very quiet." I said putting my jacket and hoodie on.

"Theirs fans out there! Your crazy! They'll see us!"

"No they wont. Hold on. " I took out my iphone and texted Dan.

In less than 2 minutes fans started to go wild.

'JUSTINNN, JUSTINNN!'

Never gets old.

After 2 more minutes I grabbed Brooke's arm and booked it for my bus. I quickly opened the luggage department and climbed in pulling her with me.

"What the hell is this Justin!"

"It's my secret compartment, the fans expect me to go threw the doors. Nahh, I go threw here." I opened a little latch that revealed the inside of my bus. "Sweet eh?" I climbed out, so did she.

"Wow.."

I studied her face. Gorgeous. Just as I remembered it. Except now her hair is a little bit shorter, and she has side bangs now. Her stunning bluish green eyes. Gosh. I can't believe I let this girl go.

"Okay, what were you saying?"

"Nothing.. it's not even important." She looked down.

I felt the need to lift her chin up and kiss her.. but i didn't.

"Brooke.. look.. we left off on a really bad note.. and I hate myself for letting you go. Please.. give me another chance."

She looked at me. "Just like that? You expect me to take you back? What if I moved on Justin? Ever think of that? I did have a life outside you."

"Is there someone else?" I frowned.

"Nooo Justin! But thats not the point! You said some things.. that still linger in my mind. You pick freakin Caitlin over me!" Fresh tears began to form in her eyes.

"Oh gosh, Brookie don't cry please." I begged, putting my arm around her waist.

"Don't Brookie me!" She pushed me away. " I came here to see if my Justin was still alive."

"What do you mean? If I died it'd be all over the news, newspapers, magazines."

"I didn't mean to see if YOUR alive! I meant I wanted to see if my Justin was still in their somewhere. When I saw you singing one time, I saw him. You were doing what you loved up there on stage. But as soon as you get off... my Justin disappears." and the tears came pouring out.

"But Baby can't you see? I still am here. Look at me." She looked away.
"Brooklyn McCarthy look at me." I cupped her face in my hands and forced her to look me in the eyes. "It's still me.. I'm still Justin."

"Yeah you are still Justin.. but your not my Justin." She fell back onto the couch.

I threw myself next to her. "What do you mean? I'm still the Justin who asked you out in 8th grade. The same Justin who held your hand, who was their for you when your dad died."

"No.. your the the famous superstar Justin fuckin Bieber. My Justin only exists when you sing. Your not the same Justin. Your not! You've changed so much. Your attitude is so cocky! My Justin was sweet, shy, loving, appreciative."

"I am appreciative Brooke! I thank my fans every. Single. Day, letting them know how much I love them, and I'm thankful for them helping me get to were I am. No brooke. I CAN'T be the same exact Justin. Everybody changes. And fame has changed me. I'm more confident, more wise, I grew up!"

She looked at me. "Your right, you grew up. My Justin was that 15 year old boy. I guess he's gone."

"Obviously. I'm 16 now. Oh yeah by the way thanks for showing up babe."

"Don't call me that." She stood up. "Please Justin.. don't lead me on."

"Who said I was gonna lead you on? You should pick me" I grinned.

"I did. But you didn't pick me." She walkedd to the exit of the bus. "Oh yeah. I can't get out yet because of our crazed fans."

"Gotta love my Beliebers. Now you have no choice but to stay a longer." I walked toward her. "C'mere shawty." I pulled her by the waist, and looked deep into her eyes.

She wrapped her arms around my neck.

I placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Whoa what the hell am I doing?" She pushed me away.

"Your a Bieberholic."

"Huh?"

"Your addicted to the Bieb." I smirked.

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