Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 22"Justin," I call for the fifth time. I resort to throwing an empty water bottle at the back of his head.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 22 by JeticaForever
"Ow!" Bieber whips around, rubbing his new wound. "Not cool!" he whines.
"You weren't answering me."
"Sorry," Bieber chuckles, "I'm still not used to you calling me that. I think I actually miss you calling me 'Bieber.' What's up?"
"Next bag," I say. Bieber has assured me that he's all healed up from the accident and we simultaneously pack his bags for the very last concerts of the tour and my bags for my last week to be spent on the bus. Then we're both heading home—Bieber back off to Canada for a while and me back off to New York permanently.
An uncomfortable silence suddenly falls over the room. Bieber and I both go to break it at the same time.
"Sorry, you first," he says.
"No, it's fine," I gesture for him to speak.
"No," he gestures back to me.
I sigh. Then I start to compose myself the best I can. "I just..." This is like pulling teeth. "Before I leave...I just wanted t
Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 21Scooter can't keep up with me as I fly down the hospital hallway. I slip and nearly fall as I come to a short stop at the room bearing the temporary plaque "J. Bieber" on its exterior wall. The clarification hasn't totally registered in my head yet so the adrenaline level in my body is still very high. I try to stop myself from bursting through the door and throwing myself onto the bed, but in all honesty I can barely control myself. I manage to open the door with momentary calmness...and our eyes meet. He looks so shocked sitting up a little in the bed. "Je—What—" he starts, but the next thing we both know, I'm on the edge of the bed and my arms are wrapped tightly around him.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 21 by JeticaForever
I've practically tackled him. Though it's nothing like when I tackled him months ago after he'd written "I love Justin Bieber <3 " on my face while I was asleep and threatened to post it on Twitter for the world to see. Then I could've killed him. Now I'm so glad he's alive.
His heart monitor star
Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 20I'm sitting in the airport with my cell phone in my hands. I'd left a message on my mom's voicemail saying that I had something I wanted to talk to her about. Any minute now she'll be calling back, and I'll have to explain how I've been let out of my contract and that I'd be back home within the day.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 20 by JeticaForever
I find myself sighing. Why do I feel so...off? No, that's not the right word. Sad? Can't be. I should be happy, shouldn't I? I'm going back home, and sooner than expected. I try to just take a deep breath and relax.
BABY BABY BABY OHHHHHHHH
I instinctively jump and turn my head. Apparently someone's cellphone is going off, and they've made an impeccably terrible choice of ring tone for the current time.
I turn my head back the other way and I'm met with his face. Except it's not actually him in the flesh, I realize after a split-second. The young girl continues walking by in his concert shirt without paying me a second thought, or even a first, really.
God, he's everywhere. Though why woul
Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 19By now I feel like I've seen Bieber perform a million times, but tonight he's absolutely killing it. Every move and every note is perfect, but more importantly filled with passion, power, and confidence. The crowd's going wilder than usual, and I stop my foot from tapping to the beat. Bieber's panting at the end, but it's nothing like when he came offstage ill. This time he's simply exhausted all the determination and energy he has in him. I'm proud of him.Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 19 by JeticaForever
After Bieber finishes "#thatPower" and "As Long As You Love Me," a sudden silence goes over the stage. He appears to be whispering something to his audience, and they applaud and cheer. What the heck is he doing? Now I see him exit the stage and thus make his way through the curtain towards me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask him, confused.
"I need you," Bieber picks up a stool and leads me onstage.
Maybe a fuse is about to blow again? I follow but not without reminding him, "I'm not good with electricity, remember what happened last ti