Enter Justin

"Keira," my mom hollered. "Come on! The neighbors called. They want to meet you!"

Oh God. Oh God, oh God, oh God. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen where my mom was.

"Don't treat him any different just because he's famous," my mom said. "I'm sure he wants people he can call friends and not just fans. Please don't... overreact."

I nodded. It was all I could do. 

"I'm not really meeting him," I thought.

I went outside into the bright sunlight and walked next door.

Oh, no. This door. HE touched this door. Now I have to touch it. Oh, no. This is too much.

I timidly tapped on the door. Immediately, Justin's mom yanked it open.

"Hi! Well, come on in, sweetie!" she over enthused.

"...Um... yes.... yes.... thank you..." I mumbled. My face was covered in a huge blush.

"Make yourself at home, dear." I decided to be bold and actually look at Justin's mom rather than the ground. Wow. Pattie was beautiful, even more in person. I actually hoped it would be different for Justin so that it would be easier to talk to him.

"Justin is in his bedroom, just up that flight up stairs. He's expecting company, so you can go ahead and see him. Actually, he was begging to have you over! He saw you and said he'd love to meet you."

I just about died. Justin wanted... to see ME? And... I got to go in his BEDROOM? Since when did the universe love me?

"...Ehrm... great... thank you, um? Justin's mom? ... Mrs. Mallette?"

"Oh, just call me Pattie," she said with a warm smile. I could really get to like this lady.

I decided I would be able to muster up the courage to walk up the stairs. I slowly trudged up each step... It wasn't that I didn't want to meet Justin. I was just scared to. Finally, I reached the landing. His room was directly ahead of me. Oh, dear...

I approached his door and... I couldn't believe it, but I actually knocked. Somehow I did. I held my breath, waiting for him to open his door and welcome me into Casa de Bieber.

The door knob turned and my heart stopped. I heard Justin clear his throat, then open the door all the way. He was stunning, in his jeans and grey sweater, his hair perfectly messy, his eyes shining, his beautiful skin silky and smooth...

He smiled a dazzling smile at me. "Hi! Hey! I've been waiting for you... Come in, please," he said, gesturing me inside.

"W-...Y-...O-... Thank you..." I stuttered, blushing fiercely. I passed Justin (who smelled like if you combined euphoria, heaven, and cloud nine into a scent) and entered his room, which was covered in skateboard posters and Toronto Maple Leaf fan gear.

He laughed at my nervousness. Call me crazy, but he seemed pretty nervous himself. "Haha. This... It's not much here. You were probably expecting a lot. Everyone expects mansions and a luxurious life because I'm 'rich and famous,' but I like to keep things simple. It's harder for people to track me down if I live in a normal house."

"Oh, yeah, I bet. Sounds rough," I said. WAIT, WHAT? I SAID? How was I even talking in the presence of my king, my lord... my life? I didn't wanna mess up and say anything stupid.

"Yeah! It is. Haha. Calmed down a bit?" he asked. Oh god. His laugh was so smooth... I was gonna melt...

"Not really. But... I wanna talk to you. I don't wanna sit here and be silent when I could be talking to my hero..." I admitted.

He blushed bigger than I ever have. "Thank you, sweetie. That means a lot to me."

OHMYGOD DID JUSTIN JUST CALL ME SWEETIE?

"Really? I just want you to know how much I lo-... I really like your music and you are such a nice guy, I just want you to know how much I cared."

D****t. I nearly said "love" and he probably knew it!

"Aw, really? You care? Why don't you tell me about it..." he said.

So we talked. And talked. And talked, and talked, and talked, until it was dark outside.

"Oh, geez! It's eleven. My mom's probably asleep," Justin informed me. "I don't mean to rush you out, but if your mom's worried, I don't want you to get in any trouble. Maybe I should walk you home now."

"Oh! Yeah, I should go home. Thank you for having me Justin, I had a wonde-" I started.

Justin put a finger to my lips. "Shh... Don't thank me. Thank YOU. It was my pleasure to be with you. Please, come back tomorrow. I'll be waiting," he said.

"Oh..." I sort of moaned. I couldn't stand him touching my lips like that. I was going to get really awkward if it didn't stop.

"Oh, if you're sure. I will come over, then."

"Great! Do you have a cell phone? If it's okay, I'd like to have your number..." WOAH. JUSTIN BIEBER JUST ASKED FOR MY NUMBER.

"Oh! Oh.. yeah! Um, it's..." and I rattled off my digits.

"Thank you. Well, I'll walk you home now. Shall we?" he said, offering his arm.

"We shall," I said smiling and grabbed his arm.

We left his house to find a beautiful night sky full of stars with a shiny moon.

When we got to my door, he turned to face me.

"You have a good night, cutie..."

I blushed. "Thanks again for having me over."

"Now what did I say to you about that?" he said. He started to walk home, but then turned back.

"Okay, I have a tiny resistance power. I can't go home without this." he said.

I was confused. What was he...

Justin gently pushed me against my door and softly kissed me right on the lips. His hands slid down and caressed my waist. I couldn't stop. I was getting heated. One of my hands went to his hair to play with and one went to cover his hand on my waist. I pulled him closer to me, so our bodies were touching. I could feel his heart beating against my chest.

I could tell he was getting pretty into this as well. He pulled away from the kiss but remained in our embrace.

He gave me that sexy smile again, and then put his forehead against mine.

"Save this... for next time," he said against my lips. We were both blushing fiercely and breathing rapidly.

"I... okay. I can wait. Next time," I said agreeing with him. He pulled me into a real hug and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Goodnight, darling," he said with a smile, and then started to walk back to his house.

D****t. I would've given him the v-card (virgin alert!) right then and there.

"Goodnight..." I whispered to myself. I stepped inside my house and prepared for an explosion from my mom. I just hoped she didn't see what had went on outside on the porch.

"Hi, Mom..." I said. She was at the kitchen table drinking a mug of tea.

"Hello, dear. You have fun? Is Justin a nice boy? He didn't try anything funny, did he?" It was apparently time to bombard me with questions. Oh well, better than getting yelled at.

"Oh, yeah, I had a great time. Justin and his mom are both really nice! You wouldn't believe it." I decided not to answer my mom's last question. I believe that both of us were trying something funny.

"Sounds like fun! You should put on your pajamas and relax a little, it's getting late," my mom said.

~~

After I put on my pj's, I looked out my window at Justin's house and saw a bit of a surprise.

The window of his bedroom was directly across from mine, and his window was wide open, so I could see and hear him. I guess he didn't realize this because he was talking to himself.

"Haha! Today was amazing! Now it's time to practice singing or Scooter will be mad. Ohhh, I'd wait on you forever and a day, hand and foot! Your world is my world, yeah."

His angelic voice must have been like a lullaby to me, because I fell right asleep with a smile on my face and a hand on my heart.