Found: 10: Real Relationships.

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Chapter 10:

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012

12:00pm

 

”Baby it’s still me and you…"

I opened my eyes and looked at Justin and Scooter who were both giving me thumbs ups. I smiled and took the headphones off before running into the room and hugging both of them. I was so excited. This past week had been crazy! And I had just finished recording my very first song; that I had written all by myself! Of course it was edited, but I still wrote it without any help.

“That was absolutely amazing!” Scooter said.

“Thanks.”

“Next up, an album!” Justin said right after.

I looked at them like they were crazy. An album? Would I be able to do that? I mean I didn’t have to write all of the songs, but I’d still have to write some of them. That was going to be a lot of work; I could already tell.

“Seriously?” I asked with a smile.

“Yup! But for now, you have a concert to attend to missy.”

“Wait, what? A concert?” I asked anxiously.

“Yup, don’t worry, Justin will be there to help. But you have to go to the Macy’s Parade downtown and perform, sorry for the late notice.”

“Late notice? I can’t do this Scooter. I’m not ready to perform in front of so many people.” I whined.

“You have to do it sometime, come on! We need to go. You’re on at one.”

I looked at Justin and he looked at me. Nothing had changed over the past few days, except that we were in NYC. I mean, I hadn’t talked to Justin about my feelings or anything like that, and he hadn’t said anything either. Our relationship just kinda stayed the same for now, and I was glad that it did. I was scared to be in a relationship; I’d never had an actual boyfriend before. Not that Justin would know that or anything, it’s just, I don’t know what to expect.

Back to the point I was getting at; I had my very first concert in a parade! I was scared shitless. There was no way that I wouldn’t mess up at least once. I was nervous and we weren’t even there yet. Well, now we were, it was a quick drive. I stepped out of the car and lights flashed everywhere. I covered up my face and ran inside a tent with Scooter and Justin.

“Alright, listen up everybody (YN) has arrived. Hair, make-up, outfit, she needs it all!” Scooter yelled.

Two people rushed over to me and grabbed my arms, pulling me over to a chair where I sat down and got leaned back. People began working on my hair and make-up right away, literally. I just kept my mouth shut and my eyes closed and let everyone else do their work. I never thought that I’d have to have other people doing all of this for me. It was so frantic, and I felt like everything revolved around me; which it kinda did. I didn't like it at all, I hated everything about me. I felt so pressured and stuff. I wasn't sure about this whole fame thing.

“Alright, now you just need an outfit, and we have… 30 minutes to spare. Okay guys! Let’s get going.” The make-up lady yelled.

Someone ran up to me and handed me some type of outfit http://www.polyvore.com/chapter_10_perform/set?id=88914230. I took it in my hands and was whisked off to the bathroom. As I changed, I thought about some things. I hadn’t seen Justin once since I got in here; great, I was thinking about him again. I needed to stop thinking about him so much, I always was and it hurt me.

I walked out of the small changing room and everyone smiled. They all seemed proud of what I’d… become, I guess you could say. I hadn’t looked in a mirror once yet, so I guess I couldn’t say or do much. I walked slowly over to the mirror and stared at myself in awe.

“Wow. I look so different, so… beautiful.” I mumbled.

I felt a smile forming on my face just as Justin crept his arms around my waist from behind. I looked at him in the mirror and he had a smile on his face also. I turned around in his arm and looked at him. I didn’t have to look up because of the heels that I was wearing now.

“You look amazing baby.” He whispered in my ear.

I blushed and bit my lip slightly as I pulled away. Luckily we had to ‘fake’ it around these people, because then I could act how I really felt. It was nice knowing that this is how it must be like to be in a relationship.

“Show time!” someone else yelled.

I let go of Justin’s hand and followed the guards out to my float. I had to go under the float because I was going to rise above when I began singing. I guess it was my very own float, with only me on it besides the band. I didn’t get a very great glimpse of it, so I had no idea how this would be. Scooter just told me to walk around and dance and sing, it was that simple I guess. Now I was alone; no Justin, no Scooter. I was way more nervous; I had no idea what this was going to be like.

“Okay, we’re moving.” The guy said.

I could feel the float moving along down the street. I knew that once we got to where most of the cameras were, that’s when I was going to start. The guy gave me a head’s up before I started going up, but that still didn’t calm me very much. My head slowly poked over the surface and I could see that I had come up at the very top of the float. I saw plenty of people screaming and waving as I slowly went by. They all knew me because of Justin, not because of my music, not yet at least…

“That’s when I start to realize, that you may just be the one... I can’t take my eyes off, but I’m afraid that you’ll run… Away.”

I sang my heart out and tried my best as I walked around. When I began the chorus right after that, I started walking down the stairs and moving my body a little more. The float was slowly moving so it was easy to walk around and sing. I walked to each side and waved to people and danced as I sang even more. When the song came to an end, I stood at the front of the float and put my hands up, breathing heavily. Everyone cheered and yelled for me; I stood there with a smile on my face. I looked at the people’s signs that they held up, telling me that they loved me and asking me to marry them. I couldn’t believe any of it.

For the rest of the parade, I either answered questions from interviewers, or waved to people from the top. It was fun, and everyone cheering for me; that was even better.

After about two hours, around 3:15pm, I was let off of the float and I immediately went to find Justin. I dodged everyone, only looking for those two huge brown eyes. When mine met his, I smiled widely and took off my heels to run to him. I hugged him tightly around his neck and smiled in his shirt.

“You did amazing!” Justin praised me.

“Was I really that good? I mean I thought that I had messed up or did something wrong and-“

Before I could finish my sentence, Justin pressed his lips against mine, in front of everyone. My lips felt tingly once more, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back. I loosened my grip around his neck, I felt kind of different after our kiss. It was just like the last, and it made me feel funny inside and out. I looked at the TV screen near to see me and Justin on there smiling at each other. I smiled even more and we walked hand in hand back to the tent.

I sat down and drank some water while Justin just kept talking about how good I did. And he kept saying ‘my girl’. I felt tingly inside again every time he said it. He called up a few friends after I changed and invited them over tonight after we got back to Calabasas. It was a long flight of boring back to his house, but it was fun. I hadn’t been inside his house yet, so I was excited.

When we got there, it was pretty late and I was about to pass out. Justin hung out with some friends downstairs while I went upstairs and found my way to his room so that I could change and go to bed. I didn’t even bother looking around; I was too tired to even walk.

 

(Justin’s POV)

 

“So that’s your girl? She’s fine.” Za said as we sat around downstairs.

“Well not exactly, she’s just a friend. Management had us be in a ‘relationship’ for the public, so that’s what I’m doing for now I guess.” I replied.

“That’s pretty tight; you actually like her though, right?” Twist asked right after.

“No man, I’m not the type to be tied down and you know that.”

I laughed at them and we continued playing our game. Everyone asked me if I actually like her, and I didn’t. She was just another girl, like the rest of them. I don’t get tied down in relationships, girls cause too many problems. That’s why I’m never in a relationship. I hope to dear god that she doesn’t like me like that, but it sure seems like it. I don’t want to break her heart, but I don’t know what to do without doing that exactly. I mean girls fall for me way too easily; it sucks to turn them down. But I can’t be tied down by a girl, no way that's gonna happen.

“Dude, are you even paying attention?” Fredo asked as he hit my shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Someone’s thinking about (YN).” Everyone teased.

“No I’m not kid. I don’t like her, trust me, she’s just another girl that I have to put up with, except this time I can’t get in her pants.”

Everyone laughed and we stopped talking and went back to our game. What I said was exactly right, she probably wouldn’t let me get in her pants, unless I made her fall for me harder, which I could manage. She is gullible, so that makes it easier. But I’m a nice person and I won’t do that. The only difference is that she can’t leave me after I’m done with her. God, I hate clingy chicks.

“Alright, I’m done for the night. I’m gonna head upstairs.”

I set the controller down and headed upstairs quietly. I didn’t want to wake her up; I wasn’t that mean of a guy. I crept into my room and quietly changed before slipping into bed and covering myself up. I thought, yeah, what I said earlier made me sound like a douche, but it was true. I can’t really change, no matter the girl, at least that's what it seems like. That’s why I stay out of real relationships in the first place.