Somewhere In Brooklyn; Justin Bieber; One

I woke up lazily one summer morning. I yawned, stretching out on my bed littered with throw pillows. I stared at the fringe on one of them, thinking about my plans for the day. Absolutely nothing but tanning all day with my best friend, Cassidy, and my older sister Kylie. Hm, what a perfect day, I thought. Especially if Mark stops by.

I showered quickly and threw on my bikini, then made my way to the backyard. My sister was already settled in her tanning chair listening to her ipod. Kylie's seventeen, a year older than I am. We actually look nothing alike - she has red hair, I have brown hair. Her blue eyes are way prettier than my grey ones, in my opinion. But I'll live, its not like I have the absolute worst looks.

I sat in the chair some distance from her, settling in with my own ipod and a gossip magazine.

'Prince searching for his soul mate' I read on the front cover. I flipped to page 3 for the article.

'17 year old Prince Justin Bieber of Kate is searching for his betrothed. He is set to marry the missing princess of Mylar, as old decrees declare, when he turns 18 in just a few months. All the parents of the princess, King Esteban and Queen Caroline, know about her whereabouts is she is somewhere in Brooklyn, New York.'

I raised an eyebrow. Brooklyn? Here? Please. I rolled my eyes. There is no princess in this filthy city.

Kylie looked over at the magazine, and took an earbud out of her ear. "Is that Justin?!" She exclaimed, running over to see. I sighed as she snatched the magazine away and practically drooled over his pictures. "My goshh I would die to become the princess," She said dreamily. I laughed. "Hm, oh yeah, if you're dead you can't even see Justin Bieber, let alone become a princess." I smirked and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"You spoil all the fun," She told me, throwing the magazine back in my lap. Suddenly I heard a wolf whistle come from over the gate. I turned my head, then smiled. It was my boyfriend Mark, who just so happened to be my next door neighbor. I got up and sauntered over, and he jumped the fence. "Hey good lookin'," He smiled, checking me out. "Perv," I coughed, giggling.

He laughed. "You know I love you." He said, hugging me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Love you too." I kissed his lips softly. He kissed back and rubbed my bare skin above my bikini bottom.

"Audrielle, Mark." My dad called sternly from the back door. I pulled back from Mark with a frown. Dad's not a fan of PDA at ALL. But I deal.
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Not much now, but It gets a lot better next chapter:)