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"You told me we were going to a Taylor Swift concert!" I shouted over the loud crowd to the person right beside me. My best friend, Skylar. My fifteen-year-old-blond-brown-eyed-best-friend-since-Kindergarten-friend, Skylar.
My best friend the traitor, Skylar.
"Well, I knew you wouldn't want to come if I told you it was Justin Bieber!" she exclaimed with a half-sheepish, half-excited smile gracing her features.
"Of course I wouldn't come! I don't like Justin Bieber!" I retorted angrily. I slumped into my chair as probably the only person here sitting at the oh-so-great concert.
Pfft, yeah, great...!
So for the next two hours I had to listen to a bunch of fangirls singing to some girly, repetitive guy who-
"Nina? Come on Nina, show's over!" Skylar announced as a hand became strangely visable in my perspective.
That is, if you count strange as inches away from your face. But that was Skylar for you...
I blinked and looked up at her. "The torture's finally over?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded for a sec, almost hesitating. After a moment of thought, she shook, a guilty smile on her face. "Well..... Technically-"
I groaned before she could finish. "You know a person who got something special, didn't?"
She nodded as she held up two-presumably- VIP passes, obviously trying her best to hide her excitement. "We get to meet him in person!"
My frown widened as I tensed up. "...Oh God..."
Minutes later security guards arrived and "escorted" us to a room filled with comfortable-looking purple cushions. Uumpa-loompa much?
I sat down on a pile of cushions in a corner of the room and looked throught my little-black purse. Grabbing my light-blue iPod, I turned on Shuffle. Smiling in content as it turned to "Come Sail Away," by Styx, I realaxed into the super-comfty pillows and closed my eyes.
Letting my thoughts and worries sail away too-
"Hey," an unfamiliar voice greeted as I opened my eyes, annoyed I paused "Never Grow Up," by Taylor Swift.
Taking the ear bud our of my right ear and looked up at a pair of brown eyes, I gladly showed him how irritated I was. "Can I help you?"
He smiled as he sat down on a bean-bag next to me. "I just wanted to be friendly," he started. Holding out a hand to me, smiling wider. "I'm Justin Beiber, but you probably already know that."
I scoffed as I crossed my arms, glaring at the outstretched hand. "And I'm supposed to care?"
The pretty-boy pop star frowned slightly and opened his mouth to reply as my cell phone rang. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I turned away from as I pressed the phone against my ear and answered softly into the speaker. "Hello?"
I heard a soft murmur from the other end. "Nina..."
My eyes widened as I glanced over at Mr. Beaver and got up from my cushions and walked away so I would be in private. "I something wrong, Annie?" I whispered in reply, already knowing the answer.
"E-eric got hurt...!" Annie exclaimed.
I took a quick look at Skylar, who was distracting Beaver by asking him for a picture. I'll have to thank her for that later. Turning my attention back to my little sister Annabeth, I swallowed nervously. "Define hurt."
Eric was Annie's babysitter, and my neighbor, classmate, and crush for the past four years.
"Someone tried to get i-in the house and I-i screamed a-and h-he came and t-tackled t-the person...!"
My eyes widened as I tried to remember how to breathe. "H-how bad is it?"
"I-i... I thin-k he b-broke his ribs...!" she shouted over the phone. I could already imagine her tears staining her small-but beautiful, nonetheless- cheekbones.
My hands became clammy. I was getting a nervous and a little panicked. "I-i'll be there soon." I ended the call, grabbing my purse and my iPod. Hurrying over to Skylar I took my car keys out of my pocket. "S-skylar I got to go Eric got hurt and Annie's freaking out..." I managed to spit out as I started towards the door.
"W-wait, but who's going to take me home??" Skylar questioned, taken off guard.
"Who's Annie and... Eric?" the pretty-boy next to Skylar asked.
"He'll take you home," I gestured to Beaver, "and mind your own business, Justin Beaver," I snapped, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I opened the door and started flying down the stairs.
"H-hey wait! I don't even know your name!" the boy with a high-pitched singing voice exclaimed as he- sadly -followed after.
I sprinted out the door and towards my old 1991 getting-rusty-by-the-minute-light-blue pickup truck. Flinging open the door, I jumped in and shoved he keys into the ignition. I groaned as I tried the ignore the knocking on my window as a problem occured.
"...Oh crap!"
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A/N: Okay, I'm not Bieber fan but Pray inspired me to write the story, so I must grant my inspirations' wishes! Haha, but also, because my besties forced me...! (All blame goes to Jordan, Karli, and Madison!) So basically, heres my story based on a hater such as myself. Hope you enjoyed it!
Read, comment, and vote please!!!!!
~TNT :)
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FanfictionNina was tricked into going to a Justin Bieber concert with her best friend Skylar... But Nina hates Justin Bieber. Justin "Beaver" has fallen for Nina though, although another guy's caught Nina's attention. Will Beaver ever be able to show Nina how...