OK, so…

Not that I was looking forward to meeting Justin, I let Sophie do my makeup. No big deal. It must've been the shoes, clothes and accessories that I let Sophie pick made her think that I was REALLY looking forward to meet him. It was actually no big deal. He's just gonna pay for simple ice cream.

You know, chocolate chip ice cream.

Chocolate that makes my heart melt and the cure to all broken hearts designed in little chips and added into the magic itself: ice cream.

Yeah, if there was one thing I was in love with; it was ice cream.

"No, no, no!" Sophie said.

"Ugh! What now?"

"You look horrid in that dress!" I took a peek in the mirror. I did look THAT bad.

"No I look fine!"

"Not good enough for Justin!"

"Who cares about what he thinks?"

"I do! I'm taking care of the clothing, makeup, and accessorizing part! I don't want him to think that I have a terrible sense of fashion!" Sophie complained.

"I don't think there's any part left for me to do anyway." I thought.

Now, I don't know about you but I can't go a day with Sophie's nagging. It seems to me that that's the only thing she's been doing for the past 2 hours.

"OK look, I appreciate that you're taking care of everything and all but, don't you think you're going a bit overboard?" Sophie started humming overboard. Oh God.

See that right there? Yeah, that's what I call obsessed.

"Sophie… Sophie… SOPH!" She snapped her head up and realized that I was still talking to her.

"Oh I'm not going overboard." Sophie said putting her hand over her heart. "I just need to make sure you look good. Who knows what could happen!"

"Like what?" I asked making sure she wasn't thinking the same thing I was. She rolled her eyes at me.

"The paparazzi Julie! What if they take a picture of you and Justin eating ice cream together?" She put her hand dramatically on her forehead. "How sad will it be if you're not fashionable enough and papers and magazines just slam you? What a pity that will be." By the way Sophie talks sometimes, I think she's actually from an ancient novel or something.

"I don't want to get trashed in magazines…" I said, partly agreeing with Sophie.

"Exactly!" Sophie said bringing me in front of the mirror. "All you have to do is shut up and let me do the work. I can assure you that you'll look great for tomorrow evening." Oh yeah! She's making me wear all these stuff not at the last minute but the night before the event! I could've just thrown on some clothes and gone to eat ice cream with Mr. Bieber.

The house phone rang just about then.

"Hello?"

"Hey Julie." Speaking of the devil….

"Hey, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you could give me your cell phone number?"

"What for?"

"So I could reach you after school." Touché.

"OK it's-"

"Alright, great, see you tomorrow. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up the phone. Thank God Sophie was in my closet busy looking for outfits and when I came back into the room, she was standing with 6 more dresses and a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Nu uh!" I said backing away. Her expression didn't change; she just nodded and started walking towards me with the smile that would just not wipe off of her face.

As you might've guessed, I had to try all of them on. She had to be the judge of all of them and finally decided on the dress I should wear. The 6th one. It would've been easier if I wore the 6th one first. It would've saved me a hell lot of time. But that's not the case, I'm supposed to be a test board for makeup now.

"Ouch Sophie! That really hurt!"

"Stop whining Harry wannabe!" Sophie said wiping my face with one of those cleaning cloths. This is like the 435478th time she has wiped makeup off my face. It really pains to do that, that's for sure.

"Lucky for you, that was my last try. I've decided on the last makeup touch. I'm gonna apply that tomorrow."

"Gee Soph, don't you think you should do the last ones first? You know, to stop hurting my FACE!" Sophie grinned at me as I rubbed my cheek.

"See… I did do that this time, turns out I needed to do the first one first for the first time." Did you understand what she just said? 'Cause all I heard was First first first first. What was she talking about? Her first time about something? Oh God. The pain got to my brain, I'm starting to make no sense at all. Thank God I was able to escape that painful thought and answered my ringing phone.

"Hello?" Sophie looked up and tried to ask me who it was with her mimics.

"Oh hey Julie, I just wanted to see if you gave me your real number." Damn.

"Is that…" Sophie said and suddenly got wide eyes. I covered the microphone just in time.

"JUSTIN BIEBERRRRR!" She screamed and I mocked.

"Yes, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to have a conversation without someone yelling his name in my face." I glared at her and uncovered the microphone.

"Well, yeah, it's the real number. I haven't even thought about giving you a fake one. See I'm not THAT bad."

"Well that's nice to know." There was a silence. "I'm really looking forward to meeting you tomorrow."

"That's nice to know." I mocked him. He laughed. Damn. His laugh is so attractive.

Stop Julie.

Bury those thoughts and feelings.

"Good night Justin."

"Good night Julie." I hung up. Sophie came over to me. Nobody was talking. Pure silence.

That was, until Sophie tried not to laugh.

"What is it?" I asked half smiling.

"I just noticed. If you guys become an item, it'll be one of your names."

"What?" Sophie laughed more.

"It's gonna be either Justin or Julie. Or Julia. Or Julianna. Or – Oh Lord this is awesome – Justinanna." Sophie said rolling on the floor. It sounded like banana and since Sophie has a pervy mind, she was quite amused by this. I on the other hand wasn't that amused.

"Having fun?" I asked, with hands on my hips.

"Very." She said and kept laughing.