Authors Note: So, so, so sorry it took me forever to get this out. I don't know if any of you attend an art school but the assignments are killer. About 20 hours per project per week with minimum 3 projects per week. I knowww that's not an excuse and I should do better but it gets difficult. Forgive me? :) This chapter isn't much but it's SOMETHING and something is better than nothing. I'll try to write the next chapter asap. Enjoy! (Don't forget to review and let me know what you think! Goal: 4 reviews and/or messages :))
xoxo Heather

Laney's P.O.V.

After Justin and I both entered the back room a piercing voice made us freeze in our tracks. I noticed his face fell considerably.

"Justin Drew Bieber, what the hell was that?"

"Hey, Selena…" She threw her arms over her chest and Justin's shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes.

"Sel, what are you doing here? I thought you were in California?" With an exasperated look on his face I watched as he moved towards the couch in the corner of the room. Without much care he plopped down rather roughly.

"Oh I bet you'd like that wouldn't you? I came here to surprise you but instead I find out that this is what you do during your shows. Pull a random slut out of the audience and bring her back stage? Lord only knows what you two were planning on doing had I not been here."

The word 'slut' stung my ears as she nearly spit in my direction. Slowly I started to back up towards the door Justin and I had just entered through. "Maybe I should just get back to my seat…"

I turned back towards the door as Selena hissed back at my remark, "Yeah, maybe you should."

Justin jumped up and grabbed my wrist to keep me from making a swift exit.

"No, Sel, maybe you should leave." As soon as the last word dripped from his full lips her mouth dropped in awe.

"Jussy… You don't mean that." Her eyes started to water and she slowly moved towards him, glancing at his hand still around my wrist.

Justin rolled his eye at her fake pout. "She's a fan, Selena. You need to get over the fact that this," he motioned to me, "is a part of my job. Now, I think you should leave before anyone else here catches wind of your attitude. I'll catch up with you later."

Selena huffed and glared daggers at me. I'm pretty sure if looks could kill, my soul would be nonexistent. Who knew Selena Gomez had such an attitude… She seems so sweet in the media.

Justin let go of my wrist and the slamming of a door brought me back to Earth. I watched as he shuffled over to the couch again and put his face in his hands.

"I'm so sorry you had to hear that." His brown eyes peeking over the tips of his fingers.

Smiling a half smile, I walked towards the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of him. I had to try and lighten the mood somehow. "Don't worry about it. It was kind of exciting. It's not every day you get to discover your favorite Disney stars' evil side." He laughed lightly and leaned back into the couch shaking his hair out a bit.

"You're not the one that has to deal with Spawn of Satan later." He threw a cheeky grin at me.

"Haha, Justin! Don't call her that. I'd be a little pissed too if my boyfriend was bringing back random girls… But then again, it is your job… I dunno." I softly mumbled the last part while chewing lightly on my thumb nail falling into thought again.

While staring intently at my quizzical, thoughtful features he mumbled a quiet reply, "This wasn't a part of my job…"

"Hmm?" The sound of his raspy voice brought me back to reality and I looked up to see him standing next to me.

"Don't worry about it. Come on, follow me real quick." Justin started off quickly down an empty corridor, so quickly in fact that I had to jog to catch up to him.

"Where are we going? Don't you need to get back out on stage?" I glanced behind myself and ended up walking straight into him not having seen him stop.

"Boyz II Men is doing a few songs so I'm okay for another minute." I nodded in acceptance and he opened a dark wooden door he had been standing in front of.

After he passed over the threshold I noticed a gold nameplate on the front of the door reading Justin Bieber.

"Chill here for a bit. I should probably get back now but just stay here; I'll be back. Don't go anywhere."

Before I could even mutter a response he was out the door with it shut behind him.

Hmmmm, what to do, what to do…

Glancing around the dressing room my eyes fell on a huge rack of clothes, a flat screen TV with an Xbox connected to it, a muffin & fruit basket on the coffee table, and a dressing table attached to a large mirror.

Walking over to the TV I flipped it on with the remote and grabbed an apple out of the muffin & fruit basket.

I don't think he'll notice if one apple is missing. Even if he does I'm pretty sure he's got enough money to buy another one. Or two. Or two hundred.

The TV was only displaying a few basic channels in English and all the rest were in Portuguese. After turning the TV off I sat the remote down on the dresser in front of me.

I took another bite out of my apple and started flipping through some of his shirts hanging on the rack. As I bit into the apple once more some juice squirted onto one of his white jackets.

Oh, shit. I frantically started dabbing at the wet marks with my shirt hem. Shit, shit, shit. I really hope he doesn't have to wear this.

Managing to get most of the juice leakage off the jacket I quickly walked away from the clothes and back to the dressing table.

Lazily, I plopped down on to the chair in front of the mirror and watched myself munch on my apple. The purple of my cheek tattoo caught the light. I can't believe he saw that. So much for not being an obsessive fan. I rolled my eyes. Oh well, who cares.

Pulling out my cell phone I noticed I had 4 new texts; 2 from Kayla, 1 from Peter, and 1 from my mom. I opened the message from my mom first.

From: Mom
Hey sweetie, hope you and Kayla are having a great time! John, Torra, Jake and I all miss you bunches. Tan for me and have fun! Love you.

I smiled at the thought of my home life. John is my mom's boyfriend. They've been together for about 5 years now and he's so good to her. Jake is my elderly dog. At 15 we still have no idea how he's alive. Torra is my 2 year old cat that I rescued from the wild. She along with a sister and a brother were strays from birth to two months. At two months old my friend and I found a good home for the brother and sister and I kept Torra. She's basically my baby. We've been practically inseparable since. I guess you could call me the crazy cat lady!

Having gotten that text it reminded me how much I miss Torra. The cloud of sadness was pushed away as I thought of a response.

To: Mom
Hey mom, I miss you guys too! Give Torra a hug for me. Kay and I are having a great time. You'll never believe where we are right now. I'll call you later to tell you all about it. Love you!

The next unread message was from Peter.

From: Peter
Laneyy. Laaaneee. I miss you and Kayla! :) Tell me all about everything! Buy me something awesome okay?

I smiled at his message and swiftly hit reply.

To: Peter
Peterrr. Peeettteee. We miss you too and are having a blast :) Don't worry, we've both gotten you some cool things. You'll never guess what happened. I'll email you later when we get back to the hotel.

The message sent quickly and I moved down to the two messages from Kayla.

From: Kayla
What happened Lane? Where'd you go? I turned around and you were just gone. Period break?

Laughing, I opened her second message preparing for all caps.

From: Kayla
OMG LANEY WTF? What the hell was that? How did that just happen? WHAT? Answer me NOW, bitch! EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

A rather loud laugh escaped my lips breaking the deafening silence. Out of shock from my loud laugh I slapped my right hand over my mouth and glanced around the empty room. Of course, no one else was there.

I'm an idiot.

I heard the dressing room door creak open slightly and expected to see Justin's face pop out from behind but instead a very pissed looking Selena revealed herself, closing the door loudly behind her. She looked over at me a little shocked that I was sitting there.

"What the hell are you doing in here? You don't belong in here. Get out. Now!"

I sat my phone down on the dresser table and stood up. Keeping my eyes keenly on the fuming brunette in front of me I walked to the garbage can to throw out my slowly browning apple core.

"Look, you need to chill out. He told me to wait here. Fans are a part of his job just like how fans are a part of yours." I walked back to the chair I had been previously sitting in and sat back down, still facing Selena who had moved closer to me but still standing in the center of the spacious room. "I'm not trying to move in on your man or anything. He has you, why would he be interested in someone like me? He wouldn't be. He-"

"Damn right he wouldn't be interested in you. You're so boring looking. Plus, you're just an obsessive fan. I mean, look at that stupid 'JB' tattoo on your face." She sneered at me and my hand shot to my cheek. That damn tattoo. Selena took a seat on the couch and put her feet up on the table. "Now, get the hell out before I call security on you. You're back here without a pass. They'll arrest your for trespassing." She smiled the fakest smile I think I've ever seen.

My mind was a bit blown at her hostility towards a random fan. Who would have guessed Selena Gomez would be this much of a bitch? I certainly wouldn't have.

Without another word I moved towards the door. With my hand on the knob I turned back towards Selena. "You have no reason to be so insecure. You're gorgeous and you're dating Justin Bieber. Do you know how many girls would kill to even meet him? You've got it good. I'd be careful not to lose him if I were you." After the last word left my tongue I turned the doorknob and stepped out into the empty hallway.

I could hear the music so I tried to follow it back to the auditorium as best I could. My best attempts were easily failing and I kept finding myself at dead ends. Finally I ran into a very sweet-looking lady appearing to be in her early 40's.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Can you tell me how to get back to the seats? I'm kind of lost." She smiled kindly at me and nodded.

"Follow me, honey. Oh, and you can call me Pattie. I saw you out on the stage earlier. You were very good! And so comfortable as well. Have you been performing long?"

We turned another corner and Pattie was waving at the crew we were passing. "Oh thank you. That was actually the first time I'd ever performed in front of a crowd like that. I mean, I make Youtube videos but that's nothing compared to being on a stage. It just felt like home." Pattie smiled knowingly at me then light caught her eye.

"Oh, so you're that girl…"

"What gi-" She cut me off before I could finish.

"Here you are sweetie! Enjoy the rest of the show!" I watched as she pushed open a door for me and I walked back into the roaring crowd. I turned around to thank her but she was already gone. She looked so familiar…

It was pretty dark in the auditorium but I managed to find my way back to my seat. Kayla screamed, smacked my arm, and demanded an explanation. My face was covered in laughter as I told her she would hear all about it later.

The stage lights started dimming and a soft acoustic guitar started to play. A steel framed heart started to rise from the stage as Justin sat in it and continued to play his heart out. We all swooned as he drifted over the crowd singing.

Everyone started bringing out their cell phones to sway with the beat. As I reached in my pocket to pull out my phone I noticed it wasn't there. All four of my pockets were cellphoneless and I started to panic. It must have fallen out of my pocket somewhere… Okay, chill out. Slowly I talked myself out of a panic when I realized I could just call the music hall's lost and found tomorrow.

The entire crowd sang along with the final words as Justin drifted back to the stage. He took his solo bow then all of the band members and dancers bowed with him. The crowd was absolutely nuts at this point. Girls were crying because it was over, parents were rushing their little ones out, and crew members were already trying to clean up the venue.

On our way out Kayla and I decided to stop by some of the merch tables to let the cab crowds die down.

"Oh, how about this one?" I held a black and neon Justin Bieber shirt up to my chest. Kayla looked somewhat unenthused.

"It's a Bieber shirt. It has his face on it. They all have his face on them. Just pick which smile and, or hair style you like more. I can guarantee you'll be pleased with your purchase no matter what." The dumbfounded look on my face was growing as I just stared at her and watched her look at glow sticks and bracelets.

"Jeeze, sorry I asked. At least a shirt lasts longer than a glow stick." She broke a smile and punched my shoulder as I paid for my shirt. "Come on, let's get a cab back to the hotel, I'm tired."

Kayla hailed a cab and started to pester me about what happened after I disappeared. Smiling and rolling my eyes I slunk into the cab, scooting over so she could sit next to me.

"So you really wanna know what happened?"

Kayla squealed in excitement, "Yes! Spill! Everything!"

"Ohh, man, I dunno," I faked a yawn and stretched my arms, "I'm really tired." I peeked an eye open and let a small smile pass my lips. Her face was priceless.

As she started shaking me muttering, 'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon' her phone buzzed with notification of a new text.

From: Laney
I found your phone.

"'I found your phone?'" Kayla looked confused. "Laney, are you trying to distract me so you don't have to tell me what happened?"

"What?" I paused for a second to think then remembered I had lost my phone. "Oh! No, I actually lost my phone somewhere in the venue. Here," Grabbing the phone out of Kay's hand I replied.

To: Laney
Thank you so much! Could you leave it at the front desk of the Windsor Atlantica Hotel? Whoever you are I owe you big time!

Kayla took her phone back and started up again about the gossip. I sighed and leaned up against the cab door, facing her.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything."

"I can't believe you actually got to sing with Justin Bieber… That's just so… Wow."

"Ohh, look who's the big JB fan now!" As we walked into the lobby I nudged her side jokingly.

"I'm not, but c'mon! It's JB! That's huge. And Selena Gomez really is that rude?" Not looking back I just nodded my head as I approached the front desk.

"Hii, I know it's late but is room service still running?"

The midnight shift manager checked his watch, "12:09 AM. The Midnight Snack menu just started. There's not much on it but it'll do for 12 AM. It runs until 4 AM. Enjoy." Smiling, I thanked him and took the piece of paper from his outstretched hand.

On the way up to our floor in the employee elevator I examined the Midnight Snacks menu closer. "I think I'm going to get the grilled cheese and fries."

"Keepin' it classy, aren't we?" Kayla laughed and stole the menu so she could decide what she wanted to get.

"Girl, you know how I do." Jokingly, I popped my t-shirt collar and walked into our suite with extra swagger. Kayla giggled behind me and headed to the phone to order the room service. "Kay, I'm going to change." Without a word she nodded.

Very willingly I peeled off my jean shorts and put on some flannel pj shorts and exchanged my shirt for the lose-fitting Bieber t-shirt I just bought. What can I say? I was excited about wearing his face on my boobs!

Quickly I washed the makeup and tattoo off of my face and threw my hair into a messy bun. After throwing my worn clothes into my suitcase I walked back out into the living room area.

"They said it'll be about 30 minutes."

"Awesome, did you order mine too?" I plopped down on the couch and turned to face Kayla.

"Shit, you wanted something too?" Her face looked worried. Playfully I tossed a spare cushion at her and she dodged it while laughing her way into her bedroom. "I'm gonna change now."

"Mkay." While waiting for the food and Kayla I decided to flip through the TV channels and see what was on. Before I even had a chance to figure out something good to watch there was a rough knock at the door. Gee, that was fast.

I got up from the couch and headed towards the door. "Kayla! Food's here!"

As I turned the doorknob I heard Kayla approaching behind me. Immediately after I swung the door open I heard Kayla freeze and drop what I would imagine to be her phone. We both hoped to be making eye contact with places of delicious food but what was looking back at us definitely wasn't our food.