My Daughter? (Justin Bieber)

My What Now?

Present day

Justin's Pov

"What? No, why?" I argue.

Two of my best dancers just quit on me. "Well, I have a family to take of, I have a daughter and a girlfriend." One of them said.

"And I have a better offer." The other one said.

"What other better offer do you have then Justin." Scooter points out.

"Miley Cyrus bro! She's hot." He said.

"And I'm not?!" I ask, later regretting it. "Wait, forget what I just said." I said scratching the back of my head.

"Dude, I'm sorry. Really am. It was great working with you." With that said, they both left the room.

I sigh and drop my head in my heads. "What am I going to do now Scooter?Two of my best dancers just dropped out on me, and our next show is in a couple on weeks."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you kiddo. Just go home and sleep on it."

"Okay." I sigh, getting up.

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I unlock my door and step in. I take off my jacket, mumbling a few cuss words.

How can they do that to me? They were so good! Damn, they were my best.

I grab my phone, going on twitter. I tweet:

Some of my best dancers. Gone. Nice having ya.

I lock my phone and set it down.

Then Karma comes up to me.

"Hey boy." I say bending down to pet him. I sigh, walking to the living room.

I sit on the couch and open the tv. I reflect on a lot of things, like my life.

At first I was this little Stratford kid, with little money, and barely any food on the table.

And now..I'm 20, and rich and have everything anyone could ask for.

My thought got interrupted (sp?) by the buzzer ringing.

I stand up and jog to it. "Yeah." I say once I press the button.

"There's a Peyton here that wants to see you." The guy says.

"Peyton? Peyton. I don't know any Peyton's." I say, squinting my eyes.

"She says you might recognize her."

"It's a girl, huh. Is she cute?"

"Defiantly." I can almost see the smirk on his face.

"Alright , send her up." I say letting go of the button.

I open my collar a little bit, and run my fingers through my hair, spiking it up a bit.

Then the bell rings. Time for Bieber Charm. ;)

I sigh and open the door. "Hellooo..." I say automatically stopping

I look to my left and right, seeing nothing.

I was about to close the door, but something stopped me.

"Hey!" A little voice said.

I open the door a little wider and look down to see a little girl.

"Hey, um sorry. I don't do Girl Scout Cookies . You don't get abs eating those." I chuckle touching my stomach.

She looks at me confused. "I don't sell cookies."

I look at her confused. Then I get it. "Oh, I get it. I know what you want. It's what the whole world wants. An autograph."

I walk to the stack of selves that had my picture on it.

"Aww! You have a puppy how cute!" I hear her say. I turn around and seeing her inside my house, petting Karma.

"Be careful. He's a vicious man eating dog." I say walking to her.

"Yeah sure. He's gonna lick me to death." She giggles as she continues in pet Karma.

"Hey. Look, you can't just come into peoples home's like that. Don't you have a mom?"

She slowly stands up. "Yeah."

"Well, where is she?"

"In Canada."

"Well, where your father? Don't you have a father?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well, where is here."

"He's here." She smirks.

"Well, why are not with him? Go to him." I say.

"Well, I can't go to him, because he's looking at me."

I furry my eyebrows together.

"Hi. We've never met before. But I'm Peyton. Your daughter."

I froze in my trance. "My what now?"

She sighs and pulls out some sheets of paper. "Your daughter. I'm your daughter. You dated Callie Jacobs, and apparently had me."

Callie Jacobs. Damn, that's a name I haven't heard in years. Yes, she was my first love and my first sex.

Now that I'm thinking about in. I think I still love her....

Nah, I don't. She's long gone in my life.

" Here's my birth certificate." She says stopping my thoughts.

I scoff. "It doesn't say my name on this." I faintly, chuckle.

I look at it. Justin Bieber.

"Oh, wow. It says my name."

She also give me another paper. "Here, she wrote this for you."

I look at the paper and read it.

Dear Justin, I want you to stay with Peyton for a month, while I go to a girls home for something.Please watch over her.

Love, Callie

"Anybody could have wrote this."

"Anybody, including my mom."

I sigh and look at Peyton. "Me and Callie never had a baby. Yes we had se..." I stop talking once I realize I'm about to say.

She looks at me confused. "Huh?"

"Nothing, just stay here, while I go make a phone call." I say.

I have to call her. She's only person I know who will solve this whole thing out.

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Sorry it's short, and sorry for any mistakes.

Who will Justin call? 😏