Cassidy}
"When are we leaving?"
This bus is so hot. It's like a hundred degrees in here. I'm laying on the floor, and I'm just wearing my tank top and my shorts. I took off my t-shirt awhile ago.
"Soon." Justin pulls off his jacket and throws his hat on the floor. "Oh my God, it's like a sweat machine in here!"
I giggle. "You said that in an interveiw."
"So I did," he replies, smiling at me. His teeth are perfect. I think I might be starting to have feelings for him. No, no, I can't like Justin. He's him, and I'm me. Whatever.
"Yo! Justin! We're almost ready to go!" Kenny hollers to us.
"Aight!" Justin looks at me. "You gotta pee or anything? It doesn't really matter, there's a bathroom on here."
I shake my head. "No way. I'm not getting left behind again."
He laughs. Then, the bus jolts to life, and we're off.
"How dare you? You cheated!" I shove Justin, and he shoves me back.
"How dare I? It's my bus, and it's my game. I'll cheat if I wanna cheat."
We're sitting on the floor of the bus, playing some basketball video game, and Justin's ahead by like 50 points. "You loser."
"I'm not a loser. Last time I checked I was a super hot pop star."
"Loser. Butt hole. Dummy. Jerk. Looo-serr!"
All of a sudden he jumps sideways, lands on top of me, and pins me down. "So I'm a loser, huh?" He chuckles; his breath smells like cinnamon.
"Yeah, you are a loser. A loser with very good smelling breath." Whoops. Did that just come out of my mouth?
"I have good smelling breath?" He laughs again. "Maybe we should make sure..." He kisses me lightly, just a small peck on the lips, nothing much, but it lasts about three or four seconds.
I pull away, or at least try to. Since I'm laying on the floor, it's a little difficult. He pulls away. "Why did you do that?" I ask.
"I dunno. Felt like the right time." Then he realizes that he's still laying on top of me and gets up. "Uhm, I need something to drink," he says awkwardly, then leaves to another part of the bus.
Wow. Justin Bieber just kissed me. Oh. My. Goodness.
"And this is where you'll sleep." Justin gestures to a room, then opens the door. There's a bed - probably queen or king size - a closet, and a bathroom.
"Oh my God!" My jaw drops. "This is amazing!"
"I know right." He shrugs and smiles. "My room's basically the same but the bed's different."
"Awesome." I really cannot believe this. "So, uhm, I'm kinda tired, I guess."
"Oh. Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"I don't care. I'm probably just gonna go to bed soon."
"Alright." Justin turns as if he's going to leave. He pauses, but then exits the room.
I sigh, and fall on the bed. I'm about to curl up and go to sleep when I remember I don't have any pj's. I get up and walk over to Justin's room. I lightly knock on his door. He answers it seconds later.
"Hey Cassidy. Miss me already?"
"I don't have any pajamas. My stuff."
"Oh, well, hold on." He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out some basketball shorts and an oversize t-shirt. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I say, taking the clothes.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some stuff."
"Justin, you really don't have to-"
"Give it a rest, Cassidy! I'm getting you new clothes, whether you like it or not!"
I roll my eyes, turning to leave. "Whatever."
I hear him scrambling around behind me. "Wait!"
"What?" I turn around.
Justin grabs my arm and pulls me close to him, kissing me.
"Mm!" I squeal in shock. Justin moves away.
"Night, Cass." He smiles an adorable little side smile and closes the door.
I turn, float back to my room, and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
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