"Hi. Thanks for coming." Jeremy exclaimed as he opened his front door and saw his new neighbors waiting to be let in. "You can have a seat in the living room. There are snacks on the coffee table." My mom smiled and nodded as she led my dad into the room Jeremy was pointing to.

"Dad." Maggie turned around to see a boy with shaggy brown hair walk down the stairs. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized who it was. "Where'd you put my- Who are you?" Maggie frowned slightly at the rude tone of his voice but shook it off and smiled slightly.

"I'm Maggie. I live next door."

"Whatever." He said turning back to his dad. "Where'd you put my guitar?"

"Justin, be polite. Introduce yourself" Jeremy said sharply as he watched his son roll his eyes. Maggie shifted her feet awkwardly before putting her gaze back onto the boy on the stairs.

"Like she doesn't already know who I am.." He mumbled loud enough for Maggie to hear. She couldn't help the anger that spread throughout her body. He didn't know her, why was he being so rude?

"Actually I have no idea who you are." She lied and looked at Jeremy with a smirk. Jeremy returned the glance with a sad smile.

"Like hell you don't." He replied as he too felt the sudden anger run through his body. Jeremy sighed and left the teens to talk to themselves.

"Uh.. sorry. Drawing a blank." She said shrugging her shoulders and turning around. Justin scoffed and turned in the opposite direction to talk to his dad. Maggie looked back at the boy who she grew to 'love' before shaking her head in disappointment. She should've known he'd let the fame get to his head.

"Hey Kiddo. Ready to go?" Her dad asked while patting her on the head like a dog. She sighed and shook her head.

"Yeah, sure." She grabbed her coat and left the Bieber house without looking back. She didn't need to be treated like shit. She got plenty of hat from her brother.

Justin trudged around the house wanting nothing but to go home, or at least what he could call home these days: His bus. But he couldn't because his mom had said that he needed a break from the fame that had 'caused his head to inflate'.

"Ju-in." He heard Jazmyn call from behind him. He turned around and sigh seeing that his sister wasn't in bed where she was supposed to be. He picked her up easily and positioned her on his hip as he continued to walk towards the kitchen where his snack was waiting.

"What are you doing up?" He asked with all the happiness he could muster. He loved his sister, he just didn't like staying in her house. Before she could answer, or try to, they heard the kitchen door swing open.

"What are you doing up so late?" Jeremy asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "And why do you have Jazmyn up?"

"She followed me."

"She's 2 years old Justin! It's 2 o'clock in the morning!" Jeremy quickly took Jazmyn away from Justin and turned around.

"It's not my fault she followed me!" Justin retaliated in self-defense. Jeremy turned back around and mouthed "don't" before walking back upstairs to his bed. Justin Groaned and walked outside slamming the door on his way out.

"Is the pop star angry?" He heard a voice call from across the lawn. He quickly turned his head to the side and his eyes landing on a familiar person.

"I knew you knew who I was." He said, a smug smile landing on his face. She shook her head and shrugged.

"No, I googled it." He chuckled and shook his head.

"You're such a liar." He walked over to the fence standing between them. He took in the girl standing before him. She was wearing pink flannel pajama pants, a pair of uggs, and a Katy Perry concert T-shirt. Her long brown hair was in a pony tail and she was holding a book down by her side.

"Believe what you want." She answered as she shrugged her shoulders. They stood there for a second in complete silence before Justin decided that it was too quiet.

"So, uh... how's it going?" He asked when the silence got the best of him. He looked up from where his eyes were situated on the ground.

"So why now?" She asked and sighed when she saw confusion take place of his smiling face. "I mean, why are you being so nice to me now?" He groaned as he realized what she was talking about.

"You probably think I'm a jerk don't you?"

"Yeah... pretty much." She answered nodding he chuckled slightly before a serious look crossed his face.

"Sorry about that. Don't like being here that much." He admitted. She nodded her head slowly forming an 'O' shape with her mouth.

"Me neither."

"Why not?"

"I'd rather be home." She answered his question. Thinking about her old house made her smile about all the memories she had within it.

"Where's home?" He didn't know why but he wanted to know more about her.

"San Francisco." He nodded his head and she grinned. Silence once again overtook the two teens. "So what's your story?"

"My story?"

"Yeah, why don't you like being here?" She asked and immediately saw his change in attitude. He took a step back from the fence and rubbed his hand through his hair.

"I... well, I uh.." He wanted to keep his mouth shut, but something inside of him wouldn't let him. He wanted to run back into the house and never talk to the girl again, but he couldn't because at the same time he wanted the exact opposite.

"You don't have to-"

"It's not mine." He said before she could finish her sentence. He looked over at Maggie and he saw a look of sympathy cross her eyes. Without notice he turned around and walked toward his kitchen door. He didn't want her sympathy and he sure as hell didn't need it. He was Justin Bieber for God's Sake.