Chapter 7

"The way I was supposed to break it off was a world tour." His look was sad and heartbroken; I guessed mine was as well.

"Are you kidding?" he shook his head.

"All year long, I'm sorry."

"Then how is Selena your rebound?"

"She's my opening act." My jaw dropped.

"Is it already announced?"

"Yea, I'm really sorry."

I wanted to scream at my mom, why she would choose this way. I get why, but why break my heart? There was nothing I could do. Justin would probably forget about me and fall in love with Selena for real, just like he did with me. I looked away so he wouldn't see me cry. I cried myself to sleep. "I'm leaving tomorrow. You can tell them I told you. Tell them we're in love. " He told me when I was home. I hugged him and kissed him good-bye. My mom watched us. I went inside and did my best to avoid her.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" I nodded.

"Are you okay about the tour?" I wanted to play with her.

"What tour?" She was surprised.

"Oh, the world tour you and Pattie planned. So you could tell me about you two being BFFs." She was even more surprised.

"Honey, I'm sorry." She didn't sound it.

"You ought to be. You made me heartbroken; Justin and I are in love. He's heartbroken." My mom was sad now. I ran up the stairs, holding back tears. I heard her get up and come after me.

"Sweetheart, hear me out. We never thought you two would fall in love." She jiggled the knob.

"Why did you do it this way? You couldn't have just told me like any normal person?"

"Sweetie, we didn't think it through. This way while you and Justin were away we could hang out more. We didn't think about you guys."

"Yeah, you only thought about yourself. She jiggled again and the knob clicked open. She went in for a hug, but I backed away.

"Don't be mad." I shook my head.

"I'm not mad, I'm far past it." I pushed her back.

"Camille Daren, stop!" My mom never shouted. "Listen, we were wrong."

I pushed her aside and walked down the stairs. I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door. Justin pulled up; I was just as surprised as he was. I hopped into the front seat, he drove away. I kissed him once I let my steam out. "Camille, are you okay?" I nodded. "Let's go to that town again." I told him, he nodded and turned. "What are we going to do? We can't run away. I have to go on tour." I sighed, he drove faster.

We came to the town, "Let's go surprise some fans." I said. Justin nodded and kept driving until he came upon a tiny skate park. "I always keep a board in here." He handed me one and went in. Of course haters were there, he showed them though. He was done soon. We skated down a sidewalk to a park, it was cute. There was a teen girl and her sister. The girl ran to us. Justin signed her arm and said hi to the sister. We kept skating until we reached the car.

We were hungry, "Another picnic?" I shook my head. He found an Italian restaurant and they were glad to have us. I was still depressed as our food came.

"I wish I could go on tour with you."

"What do you mean?" Justin asked swallowing a bite of pizza.

"Stay with you, go with you."

"That's a great idea. Out moms could hang too.

"We could see the world together."

"What about Selena?"

"I could be your opening act." He laughed.

"You sing?" I nodded.

"Not only sing, I write."

Justin smiled and so did I. He leaned over the pizza and kissed me. He leaned his arm on the pizza and it flipped onto him. He stood up and groaned. I couldn't stop laughing. "Really, man I hate Italian food. Every time I eat it, it jumps on me." I laughed and so did fans. Justin went to go clean up in the bathroom.

I was happy, this was a great idea. We would see the world together, out moms would be happy. I'd become famous and I could possibly sing. I liked to sing. I loved it, I wrote lots of songs. I wondered if Justin could sing some. Justin came back, his shirt stained with sauce. We paid and left.

"So you write songs?"

"Yes, I do."

"I want to hear them, hear you sing them."

"Fine, they're at my house. We can propose our plan to my mom then."

We both agreed and he couldn't wait and neither could I. I loved my songs. I hoped Justin did too.

We got to my house and both our moms were there. WE walked in hand and hand. "Moms, I want Cami to come with me on tour, both you two could hang and we could travel the world together." Our moms exchanged looks and nodded. "That's a great idea, sweetie."

I hurried up to my room, Justin not far behind. I pulled them from underneath my mattress and hurried downstairs. He followed me to the car. He drove away while I opened my song book. Justin drove to a nearby recording studio he used.

He got a studio for us; I walked into the booth with my songs spread out in front of me.

"Baby, when see your smile

I go weak

Baby, I can't even feel my own feet

Is there something wrong with me?

Baby please

Baby please

Is there something wrong with me?" I looked up at Justin and he was smiling. I could see him clapping. I blew him a quick kiss.

"Standing in a big ole crowd

But you still find me

I must be Waldo

Wearing those jeans

It's gonna hurt

When I reach the bottom

Meeting you again

But you'll never fall again

You're stuck on me

Still in the big old hole

Waiting to be found

But only by eyes

You're never given up

Your are glued

To the scuffed up floor

Never to leave my side

I think I might just land safely

Not torn apart

Nor brokenhearted

You just me safe

Should I rethink everything?

Pull you up and into me

Or just push you down

Staying stuck with the same frown" I could hear Justin's loud clapping and a little whistling.

A/N: I did write these songs, if you take them, I'll cut you. That's why I didn't put all of them.