Justin’s texts in bold. Yours are normal. You’ve been texting this guy for a while now and little do you know that your actually texting THE Justin Bieber.
Are we ever ever going to meet?
My mom doesn’t let me
What? Justin your a grown ass man that’s a lie.
Alright fine. You got me I’m actually 12
I knew it since the beginning, you know
No but seriously why not?
Can we not do this right now, I’m eating out with my friends for my birthday.
I’m just not ready.
But we’ve been texting for 7 months, what do you mean your not ready?
I just don’t wanna meet you yet
It’ll change everything
Hell yeah it will!
It’ll be so freaking fun!
No Y/N not like that
I mean in a bad way
You’ll treat me differently
100 dollars says I won’t
Don’t make that bet unless you have a hundred to spare
…If you didn’t wanna meet me you could have just said so
No Y/N it’s not like that
Cmon don’t be like this
Read at 5:36 pm
With a loud and agitated sigh, I shut my phone off and threw it down on my white bed sheets besides me. I’m beginning to get sick of Justin’s excuses - they’re beginning to make me a little claustrophobic. I need a break.
With yet another loud sigh and the rub of my face, I decided It was time I actually left the house and began my decent down the stairs, into the kitchen where my mother stood wiping the marble bench top.
Not having the energy to converse with her at this moment, I grabbed the keys right off the exact bench she was currently rubbing at and made a dash for the door. “I’m leaving.” I informed her on my way out.
“Alright sweetie!” Mom replied with no fuss and at the approving comment, I was out the door.
I need something to get my mind off things. Just me. No phone, no parents and no Justin. Quickly darted out the house and towards my new white Range Rover which my father bought for my birthday that just passed recently.
As I settled inside and switched on the ignition, I sat for a second debating on where I should go and escape the rest of the day and at the thought, my stomach made a loud gurgling noise. Guess I’m going out to eat.
With no hesitation, I finally mustered up the perfect place to go and began backing up out of the driveway, beginning my decent down towards a close friend of mine’s shop. Cassy owns a big fancy restaurant down the road from me and always gives me discounts on my food.
The people there despise me considering I always rock up in sweat pants and an Adidas shirt while they all practically parade around in designer dresses and expensive pearls.
Once I arrived, I jumped out of my car and threw the keys to the valet employee. I don’t know why but every time I come here I seem to act like queen shit. It’s honestly kind of hilarious.
I stepped through the large, grand restaurant doors and not even a few seconds later was immediately greeted by Cassy herself, running forward towards me. “Oh my god Y/N, it’s been so long. C'mon lets get you seated.”
With a smile, I obliged to following the girl over towards a table for two draped elegantly in a creme cloth that was decorated with a few flowers and fine cutlery. I placed myself on one side, Cassy seating herself on the other.
She always accompanied me when I come to eat here, it was our little thing. With the flick of her fingers, a waiter came over and took our orders, then left once we were done.
Suddenly she sat right up, a face full of excitement. “You came on the right day my girl.” She smiled and I furrowed my eyebrows at her enthusiasm.
“Why, what happened?” I chuckled.
“Alright,” Cassy began “ Don’t freak out but, guess who made a reservation and is sitting in this restaurant right now?” She squealed
My head quickly jolted up as I glanced around the restaurant. Then my eyes landed on a boy sitting a little further away with a group of people and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. Justin Bieber! He was my idle though for some reason, I didn’t find myself jumping for joy as I expected too.
“No way.” I whisper shouted. Cassy giggled “Yes way. Apparently today’s his birthday or something.”
Hm, that’s funny. It’s also my friend Justin’s birthday.
“Cool.” I mumbled, turning my head away.
“You should go and talk to him.” Casst smiled but overall I just shrugged “Nah, I wouldn’t wanna disturb him on his birthday. He’s probably just trying to enjoy a nice lunch.”
“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.
It was silent between us for a moment until I decided to stand up and said “I’m going to the restroom.”
An approving hum was sung from Cassy and I found myself strutting my way over to the restroom afterwards. It was a unisex toilet meaning there was a mixture of men and woman in here, but nothing really other than a few old posh white folks who were eyeing me wearily for my fashion choice.
I ignored the stares and found my way into a stall, did my business and walked over to the sinks. By then, everyone else had left the bathrooms and I was found pumping some soap from the dispenser in my hands alone. Just then the door opened.
I looked up into the mirror and spotted Justin Bieber himself walking into the room. He wore nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and loose white fitted T. His hair messily flipped over his forehead and tattoos on full display.
That’s a bold move to pull in a restaurant like this, the oldies hated any inked skin and tended to gossip. But I liked his confidence, kind of like myself.
I smiled small at him before applying my concentration back on my own hands.
He walked forward over to the sink beside me and began running a hand through his long blonde hair and I watched in awe as his fingers played around with his locks, not realising that I had been staring for a little to long.
He cleared his throat loudly, causing my eyes to dart down to his. “Oh um, sorry.” I muttered to which he chuckled.
"Nah it’s alright. People tend to stare a lot.“ He shrugged
I turned off the faucet of the gold sink and moved over to grab some paper towels to dry my hands. "Must suck.”
“Yeah.” He replied straightening himself out. Silence overcame the surrounding air for a second as we continued on with our own things, until he suddenly spoke again. “I like you’re style. You do it on purpose?” He smirked.
I knew what he was getting at. The fact that I had actually had the guts to appear in a place of displayed wealth, dressed like this. You wouldn’t do it unless you were trying to piss off the rich people who dined here. He knew too well, because it was obvious he was doing the same.
“You know it.” I nodded. “Its hilarious to see the snobby faces when you walk in. The scowls are priceless.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I know right?” he agreed.
“I mean, you would know.” I pointed out, glaring back at his outfit.
Justin laughed, glancing down at his choice of clothes and shook his head in humour. “I’ll have you know these jeans are designer.” He teased.
“I’m wearing designer too.” I nodded. “I’m actually wearing Calvin Klein underwear.” I giggled. “That’s as designer as your gonna get with me.”
Justin actually laughed at this, a full blown loud laugh, unlike the chuckles he displayed previously. I giggled along with him snapping the waist band of my underwear to prove my point.
Justin shook his head, finally letting down, and I stepped forward smiling at the handsome man.
“Well, I better go, my friends waiting for me.” I began my way over towards the door but was suddenly held back by a loud …
“Wait!” He yelled. I stopped. “I didn’t catch you name.” He continued.
I smirked, glancing at him one more time, with one hand on the door. “ I think we both know you already know that.”
And with that, I left him in the bathroom, standing there in shock.
That’s right Justin. I caught on.
“I better get back to work.” Cassy sighed.
“Yeah, well, I’m done anyways. So I’m gonna leave. Thanks Cass.”
Cassy nodded. “No problems. I’ll see ya later.” She waved. I watched as she made her way into the kitchen, yelling at a few of her employees who were slacking off on the way.
I sighed in exhaustion and waved a hand over to my waiter, who slowly and carelessly made his way over to my table “Yes madam, what may I get you?”
“My tab please.” I smiled.
The man began shuffling through some papers in his hands before turning back to me, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. "You’re clear.“ he announced.
But I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? But I haven’t payed yet.”
“Curtesy of the man that goes by the name of Justin Bieber. He asked to put your tab on his.”
My eyes winded in slight shock and confusion but couldn’t help the smile that set across my face.
That sneaky bastard.
It’s her. It’s really Y/N. She’s so much prettier in person. We’ve been talking for so long and I just couldn’t believe she was actually here in front of me. She knew who I was and didn’t freak out.
I carefully watched as she conversed with the waiter for a little before getting up and walking out of the restaurant, sparing me a glance along the way. She sent me a small wink before exiting the restaurant.
“Jay?” I snapped my head up to look back at Hailey who had been apparently yelling my name.
“Hmm?” I asked.
“Why are you staring at that girl. Stop being a creep and eat.” She demanded.
I chuckled slightly, turning back around to dig into my meal once again. I’ll text Y/N later and figure out what the hell just happened. I want to ask her when she figured it out.
That’s when suddenly, the same waiter who was serving Y/N began making his way over to me. “Mr Bieber, you have a note from the women sitting opposing. I believe her name was Y/N Y/L/N.”
He handed me the note which I cautiously took from his hand and watched as he walked off further into the restaurant.
With curious eyes and cautious hands, I slowly pulled at the folded note and took a peek at the 5 words sprawled across. And subconsciously, a large smile found it way onto my face at the words.
‘You owe me 100 dollars. - Y/N.’