"Justin's got a girlfriend! Justin's got a girlfriend!" Kendra Fay, his wardrobe stylist joked.
"Shut up!" Justin blushed as his wardrobe stylist was tailoring him in his dressing room.
"Whatshername?" Kendra slurred altogether.
"Paige Lucas."
"Dou you like her?"
"No, I hate her. The only reason why I kissed her is because I hate her so much." Justin smirked sarcastically.
"You're an angry child aren't you?" Kendra joked.
"Can you just pass me my black sweatshirt?"
"You know, that girl Paige is model material." She complimented as she threw Justin's sweatshirt at him, full speed.
"Ow!" He clenched his face. "The zipper hit my eye!"
"I do have good aim."
"Anyways, she is a model signed by Marrissa Lopez herself." Justin boasted.
"Wow." Kendra sounded impressed. I mean, everyone knows about Marrissa Lopez, her models have the most potential to being famous. "You're lucky aren't you?"
"Yeah." He was blushing. After a bit of silence he piped up. "Kendra, does love make you do stupid things."
Kendra pulled on her long dark brown hair as she was looking in the mirror. "Well yeah, I mean if you know what love is. You're only fifteen."
"I almost want to stop tour to be with her."
Kendra stopped fixing her hair angerly and stared at Justin. "What the hell kid?"
"What?"
"That's ridiculous. You want to stop tour for a girl who you literally met three days ago?"
"Tony and Maria fell in love within a day!" He defended.
"Tony and Maria aren't freaking real!"
"Why are you so mad Kendra?"
She took a deep breath. "I don't get how you want to give up everything you've worked so hard for just for a girl? How do you know what love even is?"
Justin stared and swallowed that lump in his throat. He looked at her for a good minute and then left his dressing room to go back onto his tour bus. I hate to say it but she's right, I don't know what love is. At least I think so. But maybe, your not supposed to know what love feels like.
Fingers crossed Justin is right.
