Cassidy}
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. The bus is gone. GONE! I can't believe this! They just drove off without me! Didn't anybody notice that I was gone? I flip open my phone, about to call Steph and tell her to get them to turn that stupid ugly bus around and come pick my ass up, and I notice that there's no cell service.
"Shit!" I turn on my heel and stomp back inside. I look around. There's no one in here but a young-ish looking woman and a little girl who I'm guessing is her daughter or little sister. No one here can help me. There's no way I'm getting in a car with strangers.
Sighing, I walk back outside and sit down on a bench. I feel tears spring to my eyes and I try my hardest not to cry. But it doesn't work. Soon, I'm sobbing, and I hurry back inside to the bathroom. I shut myself in one of the stalls and bawl my eyes out. There's no way they're coming back for me. I won't get home, I'll be stranded in stupid Georgia for the rest of my life. I already hate this state. I wish I'd never come on this trip anyway. Sure, most of last year was a blast, but some other times... I don't want to think about it. I won't think about it. I refuse to. I'm over it.
I sniffle a little bit, then dab at my eyes with a wad of toilet paper, smooth down my hair, and walk out of the stall. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, God, I look horrible! My eyeliner's all smudged and my hair's a mess, and mascara's running down my cheeks. I pull a hairbrush and some makeup out of my purse and quickly make myself presentable. When I'm ready, I march back outside into the gas station. I look through my purse and find sixty dollars. What I'm doing with sixty dollars in my purse, I don't know, but at least I have money.
I search the aisles for something low-carb and finally select a bag of potato chips, the only halfway decent snack I could find. I turn to go to the cash register and run smack into someone.
"Oh!" I fall back onto the ground, and hit my head a little. It's nothing serious, I know, but it still hurts.
"Aw, damn!" I hear someone say. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't place it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just hit my head." I rub my head and try to get the spots I'm seeing to go away. Wow, I'm gonna have a big bruise tomorrow.
"Are you sure? Here, I'll help you up, give me your hand, come on. Oh my God, your head's bleeding! Oh, wait, that's your hair-tie." He sounds a little panicky.
"Dude, calm down, I'm fine. My head just hurts a little. Just a headache." I start getting up, holding on to the shelf to keep my balance.
He sighs. "Okay, give me your hand, c'mon."
I reach out and take hold of his hand. "Thanks," I mumble.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I let out a sigh, and finally the spots start to fade from my vision. I'm starting to see clearer now. For the first time, I get a good look at the guy who ran into me. I gasp a little, staring into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I-I-I....I'm Cassidy."
He smiles. "His Cassidy. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber."
*AN: okay so pretend the bus is like, you get on, and there's the driver's area, and then there's the kitchen and a table, and then there's a little living room with a couch, some chairs, and a tv, and then there's four bedrooms which each are through a door and they all have a bathroom, a closet, a tv, and a dresser. yeah I know, not realistic AT ALL. But whatev.*
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I just started a tour, and we stopped for gas." Justin pops a Sour Patch Kid into his mouth and smiles.
We're sitting outside on one of the benches, talking. He gave me some asprin for my head, and bought me a soda to take them with. I told him I had my own money, but he insisted to pay.
"And then you very inconsidorately bumped into me and almost gave me a concusion." I laugh, teasing him. He laughs too, and throws a piece of candy at me.
"Take that!" He tosses another one at me and I shriek and put my hands up.
I giggle. "Stop it, stop it!"
He stops. "Sorry, but that was too funny. But seriously, you're stranded here?"
I nod. "Yep. The bus just up and left. It sucks."
"I can imagine." He takes a sip from his water bottle.
I'm about to reply when I hear heels clicking on the pavement. "Come on, Justin, let's go." A shortish woman with long dark hair stops next to the bench. She snaps her phone shut. She's wearing designer sunglasses and carrying a way expensive purse.
Justin glances at me, then looks back at his mom. "Uh, mom, can we hang out here a while longer? I feel car sick."
"Don't be ridiculous Justin. Now let's go."
"Hey, mom, listen..." He jumps up and goes over to his mom. I can see him saying something to her, but they moved away so I can't hear him. She's shaking her head, but then she stops, sighs, and nods. Justin smiles, and walks back over to me. "Hey, so, Cassidy, do you wanna come on tour with me?"
Oh my goodness. I'm not really a "Belieber" or whatever, but I'll never get this chance again. This is crazy. "Uhm, yeah! Yes! I'd love to! That'd be AWESOME!"
He grins. "Great! Well, c'mon! Aw, shit, your stuff's on that stupid bus, isn't it?" He sighs, and I nod. "Well, I'll buy you new stuff. Better stuff."
"No, Justin, I can't let you buy me stuff."
"Cass, you have no choice in this. I will buy you new clothes and everything, and you will love it." He smiles and grabs my hand. "Now come ON!" He pulls me to the tour bus, and let's me get on in front of him. I step on the bus, and I'm shocked.
"Oh my lord! This is... CRAZY!" This bus is huge. There's all sorts of crazy stuff here. I can't even begin to explain it.
He laughs, and pulls me over to a couch. "You like it?" He plops down beside me on the couch and turns on the t.v. "Whatcha wanna watch?"
"I don't really wanna watch t.v. Sorry."
He switches it off. "No problem. We got all the time in the world. What do you wanna do?"
I sigh. "I want to go to Florida. I want to lay on the beach with my best friend Stephanie, I want to get out-of-this-world manicures and pedicures from this teeny-tiny nail salon behind a Wal-Mart with my other best friend Kelly, I want to play beach volleyball with the guys and tease them about everything. I want to do what I was supposed to do this summer. I mean, this is great and all, coming on tour with you, but I'm missing my friends." I didn't mean to say that at all. I meant to say I wanted to play poker. But that's what came out. Crap.
Justin leans forward, resting his arms on his knees and looking at me. "Listen Cass, I know you miss your friends, I miss mine too. And if you want us to take you to Florida, we will. But I really want you to stay on this tour with me."
"You do? You want me here?"
"Yes, I want you to stay here."
I can't help but smile. "Okay."
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