Just With You 2 (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Hey! First off, thanks for reading this. This is a continuation of Just With You, which was set before Justin's career. I hope you enjoy this story as much as you enjoyed the first one! Thank you so much for supporting me through this.

Here's the link for Just With You in case you haven't read it yet: http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/epIhFAa/Just-With-You-A-Justin-Bieber-Love-Story

Much love, and enjoy!

Chapter 1


Author's Note- I'm not sure if I'm doing different POVs in this story like in the original Just With You, so it's just Brookie's for now. And another thing, both of them are like 17 now, so... that means there gonna curse more and kinda teenage-ish stuff. Yeah. Just a warning! Oh and, I changed my mind. Brookie has brown hair again... lol

Beep. Beep. Beep. I groaned and stuck my arm out, trying to turn off the damn alarm. I stretched my arm and was capable to stop it. I reached up to turn the lamp on, and opened my eyes.

"Justin. Justin, wake up." I turned my head to Justin, just inches from me. We sleep together all the time now. Whoa, whoa, whoa, not in THAT way you're thinking. By sleep together I mean literally sleep together in the same bed. Not sex. My only response was a groan.

"Justin, wake up!" I sat upright and shoved him. He is impossible to wake up. When I say impossible, I literally mean impossible. I sighed and got out of bed, stretching. "Since someone who won't be named is being impossible, I'm gonna shower first and take all the hot water." I said, trying to get something out of him.

"Why don't we just shower together? You know, save water and the planet and stuff." Justin opened his eyes and grinned. I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"Yeah, yeah. In your perverted teenage boy dreams." I walked to his side and sat on the bed. Justin stretched up and kissed me. Author's Note: One, I'm sorry for all the author's notes, lol. Just wanted to mention everytime they kiss it's mouth to mouth unless I say it's on the cheek

"Morning." Justin said when he pulled back.

"Good morning." I smiled. "Now, get off your lazy butt and do something useful." I stood up, only to have Justin pull me back down by my waist. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Noo, we can do something else." Justin winked and kissed me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck. Not to brag or anything, but I was kinda making out with the famous Justin Bieber. Heh, heh, heh. I always get a kick out of that for some reason. I think I'm just weird. I pulled back.

"I'm gonna shower. Can you please try to have all your stuff packed by then?" I shut the bathroom door behind me. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower. I heard music blasting off from the room. I rolled my eyes.

See, ever since we came to Atlanta the first time, Justin has been trying to get me to sing. He's never heard my voice, and he won't anytime soon. It's not like I have a horrible voice, I mean, I'm proud of my voice. I just don't like showing it. Because showing it tends to have a lot of attention on you. Which I hate.

I know, I know, "But you're dating Justin Bieber! You must be used to attention by now!". Well... Okay, so the only people that know I'm with Justin are like our families and closest friends, and the group of people who work with him (You know, Scooter, Ryan, Mama Jan, Kenny, etc. All who are the best people you could ever meet)

So... there was a bunch of random crap that I didn't really understand, and now Selena Gomez is Justin's girlfriend. Or so the media says. I love Selena to death. She's my best friend and my practically sister. She is the sweetest, kindest, and most beautiful person you'll ever meet. The three of us always tease about their "relationship". So far they haven't done that much in public, but whatever.

I've been with Justin through everything. I'm blown away from what Justin is now. I never tell him this, but sometimes I well up in tears at his concerts but I hide it because I don't want him to think I'm a wimp. He used to be this adorable short kid who had a dream, and now he's this sexy tall-ish teenager who is living the dream.

Me? I'm kinda like his... support system. I mean, so is he mom and family, but he seems to depends on me the most, which is a lot to carry considering he has a lot on his mind. He doesn't admit it, but I can tell. I go everywhere with him. Concerts, tours, fan greets, you name it. I take breaks sometimes though, like during the My World tour that literally JUST ended, I left about four times for a week or two to visit my family. I do that every month.

In a way, I work for Justin. I get paid. It seems weird, but I do. I'm a songwriter. I've written a bunch of songs. Not just for Justin, for me. Like, to keep under my pillow or something. The songs I've written for Justin are: First Dance, Born to Be Somebody, Never Let You Go, Love Me, Up, and Overboard. I'm more of a behind the scenes person. I don't get credited for the songs though. I chose it to be that way. Justin and I fought over that actually, he was furious I wasn't gonna get credited even though I chose too, and it took him a few days to finally have him give in.

Life is good. I thank God for all the blessings he gave Justin and, I guess, me. It's hard having a celebrity boyfriend. It's even harder when practically no one knows you're going out with a celebrity. There were times were I considered breaking our relationship, because you can't imagine how hard it is sometimes. But I remember Justin. His smiling face, his hugs, the way he holds my hand, the way he kisses me.

He's too perfect sometimes. For example, when filming the U Smile music video, he wanted me to be the girl. But everyone was saying it was too dangerous for me. Justin being Justin, he fought for about a week when he won. They made me wear a blonde wig just to make me look like a different person, as if that would make a difference. But, it was really fun and sweet. The hose part wasn't even supposed to happen. I did that and they just happened to be filming. Actually, all the scenes of us talking were real. They never said action. Oh, well.

That's not it though. On my 16th birthday, he gave me a promise ring. In case you don't know, a promise ring is a ring that promises to be with the person that gave you the ring forever. It's not like a marriage thing though. We're not married, and we're both virgins. See? We're practically angels.

Suddenly, I imagined a pair of piercing dark blue eyes in my head. I gasped, nearly dropping the bar of soap. Those eyes were Travis'. Travis. I haven't thought of him in forever.

Travis was never found. It's like he disappeared from the face of the Earth, which I actually wouldn't mind. Sometimes if I think about it too much, I get freaked out thinking he's still alive, wandering through the streets, holding his gun, the look in his eyes enough to make a dog whimper. I shook my head.

The past is the past. It's the present now. I shut off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around me. After getting dressed and blow drying my hair, I stepped out of the bathroom, to see Justin, still shirtless from sleeping, leaning over his phone worriedly.

"Justin? What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. Justin looked up and quickly pressed a button on his Blackberry.

"Nothing's wrong." Justin reassured.

"Seriously? We've been together for awhile now, I know when something's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong! I just got a text from a friend." Justin stood up and hugged me. I hugged him back gently. I was gonna pull away when I realized Justin was hugging me really tightly. And he wasn't letting go. What's going on? The two of us just stood there for like thirty seconds when Justin finally let go. He kissed my cheek, smiled, and entered the bathroom while I just stared at him.

Don't tell after like three or two years there's ALREADY gonna be drama. Sheesh, there's never a break from it, is there?

Hope you liked the first chapter! It was just something really to catch up with what's happened and stuff. lol

Comment! Much love.

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