Chapter 19 - Physcho Bitche's...He call's fan's.

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"Why are you doing that? Stop it!" He demanded. I raised my eyebrows. He think he can give order's? I don't think so.

"What this?" Chris said motioning towards his hand. Which was going higher and higher up my thigh, Too high if you ask me.

"Christian stop." I whispered.  He ignored me.

"Christian, Stop." He kept going higher.

"CHRISTIAN!" I smacked his hand. "I told you to stop." I said the last bit quietly. Justin smirked.

"Wipe that smirk off you're face Bieber." I told him. Then Chris smirked. "You too Beadles." They both huffed a sigh. I have a feeling this is gonna be a Interesting summer....

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Chapter 19.

Alice's P.O.V

We got to my house first, meaning before the adults. I stepped out of the limo first and started towards the house.

"Whoa..." Ryan choked out. Ciara giggled.

"You never said you owned a HUGE house." Justin said. I shrugged.

"You never asked." I said as if it was nothing. Which it isn't.

"You're house is Gorgeous." Cait exclaimed.

"Thanks!" I chirped.

I unlocked the door and threw my keys on the table.

"It's good to be home." I smiled.

"So...What you guys wanna do?" Ciara asked, I shrugged.

"I want ice-cream!" Ryan whined.

"Then go get ice-cream."I smirked.

"You have ice-cream?" He said excitedly.

"I never said that." I told him. Justin chuckled.

"Fine, If you don't have ice-cream. How am i supposed to get some?"He asked,

"Uhh...Buy some?" I told him stupidly. He pouted.

"Can you get me some?" He smiled. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, But only 'cause I want some too." I gave in.

"I'll come too." Justin added. I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, We all know what that means." Ryan teased. I smacked him.

"Ow." He muttered.

I went out into the garage, Justin following me.

"Which car are we taking?" Justina asked.

"Uh..Mine?" I said in a 'duh' tone.

"Which one is your's?" He asked.

"Oh, The Porsche." I told him.

"Sweet." He grinned. We both hopped in and I drove to the ice-cream parlour. I hopped out and ran into the parlour.

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