When Two Bad Boys Collide: Zustin Friendship

New Sisters

Hannah and Icy are two African American sisters who are smart, pretty, and love to have fun.
Hannah is the older one and is 22 while Icy is 21.
They have done some modeling and came to Hollywood to become artists.
They stepped into their new house.
"This is so beautiful!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Where's the stripper pole?!" Icy said. She wasn't joking.
"Icy! Look! Drinks!"
"Yes!"
They clinked and got tipsy.
"Okay I gotta go to Mr. Joseph and talk to him about the music," Icy said.
"K."

*Icy's POV*
This city was beautiful! The fact that I was actually living here!
I pulled to the Hollywood studio building. My body was tense and I was ready to slay some charts. My sister and I are gonna work separately, but I wish her luck, too.
The building had artists all over the walls.
"Excuse me," I said to the clerk," may I see Mr. Joseph, please?"
The bitch gave me attitude and had a stank look on her face. I hate people with a attitude, like what the fuck are you so angry about? Who hurt you? Do you need a hug?
"Up in floor 3 in room 5," she said.
".....Thank you..."
Head ass.
I got to the elevator and pressed 3.
Suddenly someone came busting through the door.
"Come on! We're late!"
I saw that they were heading my way, so I held open the elevator.
It was some black guy and... Justin Bieber? Justin Bieber. Justin Bieber! JUSTIN BIEBER!!!
"Thank you," his friend blessed.
They hopped on and the door closed.
I was silent, while Travis was talking to Justin. I didn't look at them; I was too shy. Then I decided to have a little peak, so I turned my head like a few centimeters.
I saw while Travis was going on and on to Justin, Justin was looking RIGHT AT ME.
ALZNXNAXHNAKZKXN NXMMAJZBXBSMKMSZMZMXKAKSXMMXSKASJZNAN.
HOLY SHIT.
I turned right back around.
I can't wait to tell Hannah!!!
The elevator opened. It was my floor. I walked off.
****
"So when do I start making music?" I asked.
"Well, miss Kay," Mr. Joseph. "We're gonna have to take months."
"Months? Wyd?"
"I'm sorry but I need to help a women named Nani Poon release her album."
"Who?"
"Nani Poon."
"Oh, that untalented ass hoe? That bitch make music for lonely girls who suck dick through their doggy door."
"Icy, I'm sorry, but she really needs to release some music right now," he said.
"Then why am I here? To sit here and wait? Is she releasing fire or something?"
"I'm sorry I thought we were gonna be quicker with this. I'll let you know when we're done."
The door opened.
A tall, black girl with red weave walked in.
It was Nani Poon.
"Hey, Daddy JoJo!"
I sighed and left.
Nani's music is trash, why does she get special treatment?
Hopefully, Hannah gets some luck.
As I got into the hall, I froze as I spotted Justin drinking water from the fountain.
Damn, Daddy look good. Just looking at him made me lick the roof of my mouth and bite my lip.
Maybe I should say hi. But what if he gets annoyed. But then again I'm an artist too... or... almost.
You can do this, Ice.
I walked up to him and waited for him to finish drinking.
He looked up and spit up a little bit.
"Hi, my name is Icy," I greeted. I held up my hand. "I'm gonna be a new artist here and be making some songs soon."
"Mmph! Oh... sorry. You scared me."
Oh? Am I ugly or.....
He shook my hand. AKMNQJDCHXGNAQKA!!!
"Hi, nice to meet you."
His brown eyes looked into mine.
"Is that your real name?"
"Oh, no it's actually Iciana."
"It's beautiful."
"Thank you."
I noticed our hands were still holding onto each other.
Then a door opened.
It was the black friend.
"Come on, Justin, we gotta go."
"Alright." He turned to me. "See you sometime."
He and the friend raced to the elevator.
Wow. I just met Justin Bieber.