#bieber text

“Next!” I toss my long black hair over my shoulder and fix my boobs in my plunging white romper discreetly. Less than ten steps in front of me stands Justin Bieber my idol, and my crush since I was like thirteen. My parents surprised me with meet and greet tickets I had come to the concert with a group of girlfriends but they weren’t given the same advantage. One of the meet and greet directors takes my hand and guides me up a small flight of steps and for that I’m grateful because my heels are high as hell and falling in front of Justin would be the ultimate no no. I’m all smiles when I reach Justin but his smile falls from his face as soon as he sees me and my grin falters.

“What the fuck are you doing here Avani?” He hisses and I look behind me to make sure he’s directing his anger towards me. He is.

“Excuse me?” I ask politely trying to recover from his cold shoulder but he only glares at me harder

“what? Tired of fucking your side dude? Why are you even here what game are you even playing?” What the actual fuck? I cross my arms over my chest and lean a little on one hip.

“ I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about, what’s your fucking problem?” His nostrils flare and one of his friends whom I know happened to be named Khalil steps up and places his hands on Justin’s shoulders,

“dude you good?” Khalil asks eyeing me with curiosity which is a drastic change from the hate that Justin is hitting me with. The popstar takes a breath and closes his eyes tightly,

“bro do I look like I’m good? It’s Avani she’s fucking with me!” I scrunch my nose up there’s that fucking name again, Avani. Khalil squints and examines me from head to toe before clapping Justin in the back

“bro that isn’t Avani” Justin snorts and motions for the meet and greet director to come over. The timid little director guy rushes over, two burly security guys in tow.

“Guys take this trash away please,” I can feel tears start to well up in my eyes but my anger keeps them at bay.

“Khalil that’s Avani and you know it” but Khalil shakes his head and points to my chest.

“Where’s her tattoo bro?” He wonders and then Justin’s eyes fall to my chest that is and always has been tattoo free.

“How much did you pay to have it removed huh Avani?” Jutin sneers and I push away at the security guards who start to grab at my arms.

“I have no idea what the fuck you’re on about! My name is Maxie Campania” Justin looks shocked and then super embarrassed and he motions for the security guards to let me go and then he calls the director over and whispers into his ear. I’m guided to a dressing room and told to enjoy whatever i’d like as I wait for “Mr. Bieber”. A knock sounds on the door and Khalil walks in with a half smile and plops down on the couch I’m occupying.

“You’re probably freaking out,” he says slowly and I look at him incredulously

“what the fuck was that? Why am I in here? I literally didn’t do anything, and to top it off my friends are going to start panicking” he nods in understanding and I’m surprised when he takes one of my hands in his.

“You look like his ex, Avani” I wreck my brain and try to remember the name in the press but it never happens

“Didn’t know he was dating,” I say eventually and Khalil nods

“yeah they kept it super Low Key. She’s a model from Italy. You’ve probably seen her in a few ads for Dolce and Gabbana” I nod and he takes that as a motion to continue.

“Yeah uh, she cheated on him and it was super fucked up and I guess seeing you triggered him”

“he can’t tell the difference between a fan and his ex?” I ask with a scoff and then Khalil digs out his phone, scrolls a few times and shows me a picture of my fucking doppelgänger. The only difference between us is as Khalil pointed out earlier, the large cherry blossom tattoo that covers her chest.

“Fucking hell,” I whisper zooming into the picture and examining this girl’s face.

“I was super shocked too” Khalil admits “but you don’t have that tat, guess JB didn’t notice” I nod and hand him back his phone.

“So why am I here” “he wants to apologize, but he’s gotta finish the meet and greet” I nod and Khalil gets up to leave

“I’m really sorry bout the mix up uh…?” He struggles to remember my name I tell him,

“Maxie,” he smiles

“Khalil” he says and I nod deciding not to let him know that I am completely aware.

“I’m gonna go, do you want me to order you some food or something? I mean you can leave you aren’t like a prisoner, I just think he wants to make thi-” I wave him off and tell him that I’ll be fine.

I wake up feeling like I’m being watched and I’m completely right. Justin Bieber stares at me from the couch opposite of the one I’ve curled up on and I notice that a blanket covers my entire body. I sit up throwing the blanket to the floor before digging into my push up bra to retrieve my cellphone.

“Shit,” I hiss, I’ve got 101 missed texts and fifty missed calls. Justin continues to stare at me and I hold up a finger to him as I dial one of my friends. As expected my friend Kelly is super worried but I tell her that I decided to head straight home after the meet and greet. My parents are next on my list and I assure them that I’m safe and sound at Kelly’s.

“Sorry I didn’t wake you up sooner, I got here and you looked exhausted so I let you snooze a bit” I stretch and fix him with a suspicious look.

“You aren’t being a dick anymore, which is nice” I say sassily and he gives an embarrassed smile,

“I’m really sorry about that. That’s not me I just thought you were-”

“Your cheating ex” he runs a hand through his hair before offering it to me

“I’m Justin” he says and I stare at his hand and wonder if this is really happening.

“Maxie” I tell him for the second time tonight and we shake hands firmly.

“I hope you’ll let me make this up to you,” he says and I can actually feel the sincerity in his words. I tap my chin several times, pretending to ponder the idea of spending more time with Justin Bieber.

“What did you have in mind?” I wonder and he gives a wicked grin