Chapter 5

Still Chelsea's POV:

When we got up to my hotel room, Justin looked frightened.

"Justin, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." I said.

"Chelsea, I want to do this." He said. He looked very determined.

I smiled. "Alright. Well, here's a start." I opened the door to the room. He laughed and I walked inside. Then I realized he wasn't following me.

I turned around. "You have my permission to come in Justin."

He nodded and walked in and closed the door.

"Mom? Dad?" I said, while walking through the hotel room. I found them sitting on the couch watching television.

My heart leaped. "Yes?" My mom answered.

"Um, my friend Justin…has something to ask you guys." As soon as I said the word Justin, my dad perked up and spun his head around to face him.

"You're the one that my Chelsea has been hanging around with?" he asked, sternly.

Justin gulped, and then nodded. "Yes sir, I am."

My father stood up and towered over Justin. He held out his hand, and Justin shook it.

"So, what was that question you wanted to ask?" my mother spoke up.

I backed up. It was usually my mom who had the bigger say in things.

"Um, well, it's kind of a big question. I mean…it's not long…it's just…complex." Justin said.

My mother raised her eyebrows and waited.

"Well, um, if you guys don't know, I'm Justin Bieber…the teen pop star…and I've been hanging out with your daughter Chelsea…and I really like her…so, I was wondering if…"

He started sweating. I covered my eyes with my hand. I felt so bad for him.

"You were wondering if what?" my dad asked him.

"If she could maybe uh…come on tour with me?" he finished. His voice cracked.

I peeked at my parents through my fingers and their facial expressions changed from suspicious to even more suspicious.

"Why do you want Chelsea to go on tour with you?" my mom asked.

"Um…because I really like her…and she and I are both leaving here in a week, and there's no way I'd be able to see her if she doesn't come with me."

My dad raised his eyebrows. "Well, any boy who's willing to stand in front of me and ask me this…has my vote. I say sure, Chelsea can go."

I let out the breath I was holding. One down, one more to go.

Justin smiled. "Thank you so much." Then he looked over at my mother. She looked as if she was still deciding.

"Well…it's awfully sweet of you to come ask our permission like this…so…I guess Chelsea can go with you." She said.

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it! They're letting me go!

I ran up to them. "Thanks so much you guys!"

My mom hugged me. "You're welcome sweetie. Just remember, don't let things get out of hand."

She said that very seriously.

"Yeah, things better not get out of hand." My dad repeated. Justin gulped.

My mom hugged Justin, and my dad shook Justin's hand again very firmly.

"Well, I better get going. See you tomorrow Chels." He said. He kissed me on the cheek and left.

I smiled and headed into my room and found Melissa laying across the bed, asleep.

I was starting to get pretty tired, so I took a shower and changed. Then I lie down next to Melissa and fell right asleep.

Justin's POV:

As soon as I closed the door to Chelsea's room, I bolted down the hall and rushed toward the stairs. I was so scared. Even though they said yes, I felt like they would change their minds and chase me down.

When I got to my suite, I walked into my room and sat down on the bed. My phone started buzzing and I took it out of my pocket to look at it.

It was a text from Chelsea, so I opened it.

It was just a smiley face.

I made a smiley face and clicked send.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower. Then I went to sleep. Chelsea was on my mind the entire night.