Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 4I turn to the next page of the book I'm reading backstage. I've managed to find a comfortable spot as far away from all the ear-piercing, fangirl-loving, hair-flipping, crotch-grabbing hullabaloo happening onstage as possible. I turn my head when Bieber appears in my line of vision.Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 4 by JeticaForever
"What are you doing here?" I ask, puzzled.
"It's my concert," he says with a stupid grin.
"Doofus," I throw an empty water bottle at him and he whines. "I meant it's too early for your next costume change."
"I gotta run to the bathroom real quick," he replies and heads toward the doors behind me.
"Wrong one," I call out nonchalantly as I pick up my book again.
I don't have to look up from the page to know that Bieber's now looking up to check the sign on the door and seeing that it's male. "You suck!" he complains.
I crack up, "Aw, thanks!" I hear the men's room door swing shut. I'm not enjoying this punishment at all, but since I'm gonna be doing this for a while I think of ways to amuse myself by abusing
Arrow Adventures: Lost Adventure #6Arrow Adventures: Lost Adventure #6 by JeticaForever
Aang: You okay, Justin?
Bieber: *snaps out of daze* Huh? Yeah, man, I'm fine *fakes smile*
Aang: No you're not.. *sits down next to him at the table* Don't you think I know you better than that by now, Fluffy?
Bieber: *can't help but smile but shakes his head* Why'd you ask then...
Aang: *sigh* Look, you've always put on such a brave face about it these past few years, but..but you can't let this thing with Jessica get you down.
Bieber: Says the one who went into the Avatar State and made it easier for the Devil to possess him and nearly kill all of us and—
Aang: Okay, uncalled for T.T Especially when most of that was really YOUR fault—
Bieber: Yeah, yeah, I know *lays chin on table, depressed*
Aang: Hey *puts hand on his arm* you deserve to be happy, Justin. Jessica...I think Jessica's moved on *Bieber cringes* I've moved on, too. It wasn't easy, but I had to do it. Now you have to do it too—
??: And we're gonna help you!!!
Bieber: AHH!!! *jumps and tur
Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 3I wake up screaming. My chest suddenly collapses and a sob escapes me. Another nightmare. Even when I have so much going on in this crazy bus, my mind is still plagued by...an upsetting experience that I don't want to talk about. I try to pull myself together, but not without taking a special shirt out of my bag beside the bed and hugging it to my chest under the covers.Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 3 by JeticaForever
"What's going on?!" a knock accompanied by an all-too-familiar teen-dream voice startles me.
The door suddenly opens and Bieber's form appears, and I push the shirt further under the covers in a panic so there's no chance of him seeing it. "Hey!" I recover. "You can't just come in my room like that!"
"You screamed, and you didn't answer. The door was open so..." Bieber trails off a bit, looking me over.
I believe him. Thankfully I've gotten used to the motion of the bus by now and haven't gotten carsick since the beginning of the second week, but I still don't remember to lock my door sometimes.
"Is everything okay?" B
Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 2I clutch the side of my face, more in shock than in pain.Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 2 by JeticaForever
"Oh shit!" I hear Bieber say as I turn in his direction. I see that he has a hanger in his left hand. Wait, did he just hit me?! I instinctively take a step back but Bieber comes forward. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were in a daze, I thought you saw me handing you the hanger!"
He's speaking so fast. Heck, that makes my head spin more than the kiss I just got from the piece of metal. I mumble something that I think passes for "Whatever" and back up a little more, reaching out for the hanger from a safer distance.
But Bieber's grip loosens and it falls to the floor as he stares at me. It looks like he's debating whether or not to ask if I'm okay, because that's not something you normally ask your arch-nemesis. I don't want him to ask me. I don't want him to show me any kindness. I want him to remain my enemy. So I say, "I'm fine," and stop rubbing my mouth. His lips start forming "Are you sure?" so I stop him by walking over