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Laney's P.O.V.
Neither Kayla nor I made a move for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds.
"Umm… Hey?" The handsome boy in front of me, who was none other than Justin Bieber himself, spoke out of nervousness.
My only response was a stupid blink. Really, Lane? That's all you could come up with? Why am I so star struck right now? It's not like I sang on stage with him an hour ago or anything. Think of something, anything!
"Food," was the only thing my brain could think of. What? My face twisted into confusion as I comprehended what just came out of my own mouth. "We ordered some." The attempt at fixing my statement failed.
"Uh, cool?" Justin retracted his outstretched hand; I could imagine he was tired of holding it out.
Sighing, I drug my free hand across my face trying to shake myself out of the unnecessary stupor I was in. He's just a person. Get over him.
"Please, come in. Sorry. We were expecting a room service delivery, not a celebrity delivery." While speaking, I moved out of the doorway so the popstar could enter our suite. "Do you want anything to eat? I can order you something. Thirsty? Hot? Well, of course you're hot, I mean look at you, but I mean do you want me to take your hoodie? Are you cold? Do you want a-" I was rambling. Badly. The nerves I had returned again. Thankfully, Justin stopped me before I could talk us all into confusion.
"Haha, I'm okay, thanks. I don't think I can stay long, I didn't really tell anyone where I was going. I just kinda left." Shrugging, he looked down at his feet, fidgeting.
"What? Why? They're probably freaking out thinking that someone kidnapped you or something!" I flailed my arms, freaking out. "Oh my God, I'm gonna get arrested for thinking I kidnapped you." Without control my feet started walking back and forth, causing me to start pacing.
"Laney, chill out. Haha, no you're not. Here, I'll text my mom now, see?" Setting my phone on the counter next to him he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and started to type.
To: Mom
Kidnappers got me.
"What? Kidnappers? Dude, you're selling me out!" I looked up at him in disbelief. Placing his right hand on my shoulder gently he tried to contain his laughter.
"No-no," A few more laughs escaped his perfect lips, "I came up with an idea. It's pretty genius if I do say so myself. What do kidnappers make you tell people? That you're okay, right? Well, I tell my mom kidnappers got me when I'm okay so in case anything ever does happen and the evil people make me tell everyone I'm okay, they'll know to something's wrong." He finished his explanation looking rather proud of himself.
"Okay… But what happens if they stuff you in a trunk and out of panic you try to tell someone what's really happening? Then you screwed yourself." I placed my hands on my hips and cocked my head to the side, challenging his idea.
"Well I…I, uh…Nah, that won't happen." Justin shook his head dismissing my argument. Looking back down at the phone in his hands, he finished the text to his mom.
To: Mom
Kidnappers got me. Visiting a friend at the Windsor Atlantica Hotel. I'll meet you guys back at the hotel soon.
Hitting send, he watched the message process and then put his phone back into his jeans pocket. "So, yeah, I just wanted to bring your phone back." He started glancing around our suite.
"Oh my gosh, yeah! Thanks so much! I was freaking out about losing it." Noticing Kay hadn't said a word I turned my gaze to her.
Kayla was still standing next to the door, her phone still on the floor. "Kay, you alright?"
After acknowledging her presence Justin turned to look at her and she snapped out of her shock.
"You're…" She started walking towards the popstar, lightly kicking her phone out of her path. "You're Justin… Bieber. Justin Bieber. And you're here. Right here." I watched her reach out her hand and poke his arm. Mmm, I wonder what his muscles feel like. Wait, what? Snap out of it!
Justin glanced at me with amusement on his face. "Yeah I am. You a big fan?" A giant smile formed on his face as he turned to face her again.
"Not really…" Instantly, the smile on his face dropped to a frown. "She," Kayla nodded towards me, "Is the fan," Justin glanced at me, his smile returning. "I respect your talent but nah, not a big fan." She poked his arm again. "You're just really famous. Like, huge. I've never met a famous person before. You're so… normal."
He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked back at his feet. "I still don't really think of myself as a celebrity. It's still really foreign to me." The somber boy raised his head and moved his gaze to me, "I'm still a normal kid." My lips broke into a smile and I moved closer to the two.
"Well, normal kid, wanna hang out for a while? I'm sure we can find something on the TV in English." Justin smiled at me and nodded his head excitedly.
"Yeah, I'd love that, thanks." Justin and I headed towards the living room area while Kayla gathered the pieces of her phone.
"You sure you're not hungry? I can order you something just like that." I snapped my fingers and giggled.
"Hmm," We both sat on the big couch in front of the large, flat screen TV. "Now that I think about it, I am pretty starving." He took his hat off, shook his hair, and placed the hat on the coffee table in front of us.
Leaning forward I grabbed the Midnight Snacks menu off the coffee table and handed it to the famished 'normal kid' seated to the left of me.
"Huge selection, huh?" Sarcasm dripped out of his mouth as he glanced at the not-so-lengthy menu card. "Okay, I'm just gonna get the burger and fries." In a matter of moments his order was placed and Kayla turned on the TV as she sat in the cushy chair next to the couch.
Justin leaned back into the couch and looked around the suite again. "So, you two are the reason I couldn't get this room…" Kayla and I both looked at him inquisitively, urging him to explain himself. "I didn't have a reservation anywhere when I got here so fans couldn't track me, but this place is the only hotel with the secret floor. It was the ideal choice. Scooter called once we landed and they told him that the room would be available the next day. He called back the next day and they said it was emergency filled and unavailable to we ended up just staying at the hotel we got the first night. How did you get this room? They normally don't give this room out to non-celebrities, no offense or anything."
I looked over at Kayla and smiled, "Do you wanna explain this one or should I?" She covered her face and waved her hand, motioning for me to take care of it.
"Hmm, where to start. Well, to put it simply, our room flooded pretty badly. All of the other rooms were filled so they put us in here. Oh! And they gave us certificates for the spa here. Their hospitality really is top notch."
Justin's eyes were wide at the sound of our room flooding. "Well, if the room had to go to someone else I'm glad it was two cute girls such as yourselves."
Girlishly, I giggled and thanked him. Kayla scoffed.
There was a knock on the door and Justin jumped up to get the room service.
"Thanks, Justin! Just sign it to the room."
"Justin opened the door and smiled to himself at the smell of the food. The bellhop handed Justin the bill and he glanced at the cost. "Here ya go," he pulled out a 50 Brazilian Real, "Keep the change."
The bellhop thanked him while pushing the cart into the room, next to the kitchenette.
"Thanks, man!" The bellhop nodded and quickly left us to our food.
"Here ya go, ladies!" Justin placed our plates on the coffee table and sat back down next to me.
"Aw, thanks. How much was it?"
"Don't worry about it. I got you shawty." He winked at me and I pouted back.
"Justin… I can't offer you anything so the least I could do was pay for your food!"
He paused then continued eating. "Nope, I got it. Get over it."
"I'll find a way to pay you back." The 3 of us continued eating our meals in near silence.
Justin's P.O.V.
"I'll find a way to pay you back." At the finish of Laney's sentence my mind immediately rushed into the gutter. Dammit, Bieber, mind outta the gutter! The last think you need is a boner around the girl of your dreams. Wait… Girl of my dreams? Did I really just think that?
Laney finished her meal before Kayla and I so she broght out her laptop. I watched as she logged into her e-mail and YouTube account. Wow, she's got a ton of YouTube messages.
I tried not to look at her messages too much but one of the messages contained a link to a video. She clicked the link and the video started up.
The video was loud and you couldn't really make out too much of the sound or what was actually visible. After a few seconds of watching I realized it was of me and Laney singing together earlier.
"Hey, that's from my concert tonight."
Laney looked up at me then back down at the video. "Yeah, it's us singing together. We both continued watching until it finished.
I noticed Laney's smile, that beautiful smile, as she flipped back to the message the link was sent in.
From: LovatoBieberCyrus935
To: JustLaney
.com/video/watch="38y4hfnvibeme9847jdbkgm" (A/N: Not a real link)
OMG Laney is that u? How do u know Justin? R u going on tour with him?
"Hey, Kay, someone in the audience tonight recognized me when I was on stage. They taped it and sent me the video link. How neato is that? I'm getting a bunch of messages about it. I think this calls for a video."
Laney jumped up from the couch and ran into what I assumed to be her bedroom.
I actually get to watch her make a video. Wow.
My emotions were going nuts, like a little girl or something.
As Laney re-entered the room with her video camera in hand I leaned back into the couch, now done with my burger. "So what's going on?" Play innocent, Biebs. You can't let her know you stalk her YouTube channel.
"I make YouTube videos. Singing, skits, random crap. One of my subscribers must have recognized me on stage tonight so now, you and I get to make a video together!" Laney's smile grew across her face as she handed the video camera to Kayla.
"What do you want me to do?" I shook my hair out and put my hands back in my lap.
The happy brunette sat next to me and answered my question easily, "Do what you do best! Sit there and look cute!" She laughed at her own silliness and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh of my own. Yess, she thinks I'm cute!
Wow, girlie much? Of course she thinks I'm cute! What girl doesn't?
"Okay, you ready Laney?" Kayla checked the camera for its' memory card and then flipped it on, pointing it at the two of us.
Why did I just get really nervous all of the sudden?
The red recording light flickered on and my heart rate skyrocketed.
Calm yourself, Bieber. You do interviews all the time. A stupid Youtube video is nothing.
"Hey guys! So, pretty recently, like 2 minutes ago actually, I've been getting some messages about a video clip that was posted about an hour ago." From the corner of her eye, Laney could tell I was fidgeting uncontrollably. I felt her place her hand on my knee and almost immediately my nervous actions ceased. She let out a light laugh and her words continued, piercing my thoughts.
"If some of you haven't seen the video I'll put the link in the drop box," I watched her free arm fly up and point in a downwards motion, "below! Go check it out. I'll wait…" Laney pulled her arm up, looking at her wrist as if she had a watch on, "Come on! Go watch! We don't have all day here."
My lips cracked with a smile and before I could control myself a low 'hah' escaped my throat. The sound that came out of my mouth caught Laney's attention and she locked eyes with me and smiled back.
Ohh, that smile… She's going to drive me crazy with her smile. Those lips… Perfect, supple pillows just beckoning my arrival.
Before I knew what was happening, Laney flung herself onto me; her legs on my lap and arms wrapped around my neck.
Oh my God, she smells amazing. Wait, what is she doing?
"Right?" I had completely dazed off. Shaking my hair trying to get myself back into my consciousness I mumbled out a 'hm?' "Hah! He's already not paying attention to me!" She winked at the camera then turned back to me, hugging my neck tighter. Almost on autopilot my right arm flew up and around her shoulder, pulling her into me even more.
This feels so unbelievably perfect.
"I've kidnapped you and we're going to elope in Vegas! Right?" Her smile grew and a joking sparkle shimmered in her deep, brown eyes.
"Haha," I threw my head back in laughter then leaned in closer to her, pretending to whisper, "Shh! Laney, you weren't supposed to tell anyone!"
With a crisp, harmonious laugh Laney let go of my neck and put her feet back on the floor in front of her.
"We're just kidding guys."
I piped up, "She didn't kidnap me, I'm here of my own free will." She smiled over at me and continued to speak again.
"Don't worry Beliebers, you can still have a chance at him! Oh, well, as long as Selena is okay with it." Laney winked playfully at me and my heart sunk a tiny bit remembering what went down earlier.
"So, to answer all of your questions; yes, that's me in the video clip singing on stage, no I'm not going on tour with him, Kayla and I are on vacation here in Brazil and we managed to get tickets to the show. By some of stroke of luck I got pulled up on stage and it just kind of happened. To rephrase again, no we're not eloping, dating, getting married, nothing like that. Just friends.
For some reason the 'just friends' stung a little bit, but I still nodded along.
"I ended up forgetting my phone backstage so Justin was kind enough to bring it back to me, which explains why he's here in our room now! I'm not sure how long he'll be here but if you have any burning, dire questions for him either tweet, comment, or message me on Youtube and I'll see if he's nice enough to answer a few of the best ones in a video. Okay, go! Now! Send, send, send!"
Kayla clicked off the 'record' button and tossed Laney the memory card while placing the video camera on the coffee table.
Laney pulled her laptop onto her lap and leaned back into the couch once more. With my arm still around her back I tilted to the right, leaning in to watch the editing process.
Not much editing was done but her fingers moved over the touch pad and keyboard with expert precision. Most of the time she was editing I kept getting lost in her scent and examining her creamy, smooth, newly tanned skin.
"Done!" My eyes darted to the screen and watched as the 'upload' button was pressed. "Now, questions should start flooding in any minute. Do you think it would be okay if you answered a few for my fans?"
The puppy dog look on her face tugged at my heartstrings. There was no way I could say no to that face. "Sure."
The adorable brunette's eyes lit up and she jumped on me, hugging me tightly.
I swear, if this girl keeps hugging me I am going to internally combust.
"Oh, so how does Selena feel about you being here right now? Weren't you supposed to meet up with her?" Somehow I just knew that question was going to come up, I just didn't know it'd be from Laney herself.
"Ahh, about that…" I retracted my right arm and leaned forward on my knees, propping myself up by my elbows. "She-"
"Dude, come on. Shut up. I'm trying to watch TV." Kay interrupted me sounding slightly frustrated.
"Ooh, pissy much?" Laney winked at her friend, grabbed her computer and stood up, "Justin, could you grab the camera?" I nodded, stood up, and grabbed the camera off the table. "We'll go into my room, miss priss." I laughed at the quarreling best friends as Kayla smacked Laney's butt as she walked by. "Enjoy your Portuguese show!" Laney laughed and led me to her suite bedroom.
"Oh, don't worry, I will!" Kayla yelled out after us while letting a small laugh escape.
"Sorry about her. I'm not too sure what her deal is tonight."
"Nah, don't worry about it. It is," I pulled out my phone to check the time, "wow, right after 2 am. She's probably just tired."
"Oh my gosh, is it really? You must be exhausted. You can go if you want! You don't have to answer anything. Seriously, Justin, if you're tired, go!" I simple shook my head and sat down on the comfy chair next to her bed, stifling a yawn.
"I'm okay." Fluidly, I smiled at the concerned girl sitting on the bed in front of me.
"Mkay, well continue telling me about Selena?"
"Ahh, yeah." Pulling my legs up on the ottoman in front of my chair, I settled in getting comfy to tell the dramatic story. "Well, she was in my dressing room when I came back looking for you. Needless to say I was upset. She told me all the stuff she said to you to chase you off and I just kind of lost it. She just made me so mad!" I ran my hand through my hair.
"You didn't hit her, did you?" The look on Laney's face was pure worry.
"Oh, no! God, no!" The concerned girl sighed and relaxed her face. "I just yelled at her. I told her I was done with the way she treats me and the fact that she treated you the way she did just pushed it too far this time. She tried to validate her actions but I was done. There's no validating how she treated you. The fact that you were just a fan, no way. She's not going to hinder my career like that; not anymore. I ended everything with her. I mean, come on, I'm 17 for crying out loud! A 17 year old kid who needs to have fun! With her, I wasn't having fun. This," I motioned around myself, "now this is fun. You are fun. You're exciting. You love life and take everything as it is. No fillers, no lies. Just you." Before I could control myself a paragraph of compliments came spewing out. All Laney could do was blush and thank me.
"Well… No one should be forced to be miserable. You do have to do what makes you happy. Are you happier now?"
I took my feet off of the footrest they were perched on and leaned forward, locking eyes with the beauty situated in front of me. "Yes. Much happier."
We both sat like that for a few minutes until an awkward silence and slight tension started to build.
Ugh, I just wanna push her back and kiss her right now.
Almost shyly, Laney looked away and opened her computer back up. "Let's get to some of these questions shall we?" She smiled excitedly and jumped up from the bed. "I'll set the camera up on the tripod facing you then I'll find some of the best questions." Without my response the nearly hyperactive girl started setting everything up as I watched.
"Okay, it's recording. Say something. Introduce yourself."
"Girl please, I'm JB. No intro needed." I threw her a jokingly cocky grin and she just game me a look. "Haha, okay, okay." I leaned forward again on my knees and waved at the camera, giving my signature grin. "Hey guys, I'm Justin Bieber. I'm hanging here with JustLaney in Brazil. She told me you guys had some questions for me so let's get started." Flashing another grin at the camera I looked back and Laney and she giggled.
"Okay, first question," there was a short pause as she scrolled and clicked, looking for a suitable first question. "Oh! Here's one, JBLuver96 from Youtube asked, Justin, are you and Selena really going out?" She smiled somewhat evilly at me.
Oh, how did I know? I looked back into the camera, "We were. We're not anymore. We broke up recently." Somewhat glaring at Lane, she laughed and continued scrolling.
"Mkay, Only1Bieb on Twitter asked, would you ever date a fan?" My head shot up and darted directly towards Laney.
"Good question. I wouldn't just go up to a fan and ask her out but I guess if I got to know a fan really well and we became friends it wouldn't be so touchy. I'd have to know she liked me for me, not the fame or money. Anything can happen." My thoughts instantly rushed to Lane and our newly developing friendship. Now, she I would date.
"Good answer." A few more questions went by and I found myself looking more at Lane than at the camera. "Okay, time for some silly ones." Another pause ensued.
"These questions showed up a lot. Boxers of briefs?"
"Hah, boxers."
"What are you favorite kind of socks? Low, ankle, calf, or knee?"
"Haha, what? Uh, low and ankle I guess?"
"Are you a virgin?" I choked on my breath a little bit. "If that's too personal I can edit it out." Laney looked at me questioningly.
Thinking for a moment I answered easily, "Yeah, I am."
"If yes, what about Selena's purity ring?"
"Honestly, I don't know."
"How old were you when you got your first kiss?"
"11."
"What's your phone number?"
"1-800-Don'tStalkMe"
"Hahaha, what's your personal e-mail?"
"JBDoesn'"
"Do you have a personal Tumblr?"
"I don't know, do I?"
"Okay, last one. How completely totally awesome am I?" She smiled at me over her computer screen.
"Hah, you're pretty awesome. Not gonna lie." Laney put her computer on the bed, came over and sat on my lap facing her camera.
"Thanks for watching Justin's question answering video! Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe. You never know if or when Justin will pop up on my channel again! Bye!" Lane waved to the camera and I snaked my arms around her waist.
Leaning back into the chair, I pulled the adorably sweet girl on my lap back with me. She let out a squeal, trying to fight her way up but I wouldn't let her go. Eventually she gave up the fight and let her head sink onto my shoulder.
We sat like this for what seemed like eternity but the clock hanging on the wall stated otherwise.
"Come on Laney." Without a second thought my lips crashed onto her forehead, kissing the delicately sleeping girl resting in my lap.
Dang it, what did I just do? I hope she didn't notice that.
"Laney," I gently shook her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, drowsily rising up off my chest, stretching her arms above her head. "Come on Laney, it's 3 am. I'm gonna head back to my hotel."
Making sure she was stable on her own two feet I stood up behind her and started following her out to the living room area. Both of us noticed Kay passed out in her chair with the TV still on.
Laney's P.O.V.
"Hey, I'll walk you out." Yawning, I slipped on my sandals near the door and grabbed my key off the kitchenette counter. "Kay, I'll be right back." Her response was muffled and the two of us walked out the door.
"How long are you two here for?" Justin shoved his hands in his pockets as we waited for the elevator.
"Just until Friday, then we fly back to the U.S."
"Really? That's when I leave too. Of course, I'm going to Colombia. I don't get to go home just yet."
We found ourselves standing in front of the back exit, facing the beach. Being 3 am it was pitch blackout except for the moon reflection shimmering in the waves.
"Thanks again for dropping my phone off. I really appreciate it." Justin turned to face me, staring into my eyes.
His eyes are so mesmerizing… Oh no, you better not be falling for him. Get real! He's an international pop star. Let it go before you get hurt.
"No problem, I kinda wanted to see you again anyways. Do you think we can see each other again before we both leave?" I was shocked he actually wanted to see me again. Be smooth.
"You know where I'm staying, Bieber. If you want it to happen, make it happen." Throwing him a playful smile and a wink, he enveloped me in a huge hug.
The first think I noticed about the hug was how freaking awesome he smells. Even after performing for hours, sweating like crazy, he still smells perfect.
I hugged him even tighter, feeling right at home. After taking a huge breath of his aroma I pulled away reluctantly.
Justin leaned in so close I could feel his breath on my face. Without another moment's hesitation he placed a faint kiss on my cheek and headed out the door, back to his hotel.
Wow, did Justin Bieber really just kiss me on my cheek? What just happened?
My hand fell to my cheek, holding the spot his lips once graced.
All of the answers above I came up with on my own. I have no idea what Justin's real answers would be.
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xoxo Heather