One Faithful Night
Chapter 1, Part 1
Okay, my mom definately did not prepare me for this situation in any way. What the hell am I even doing here? I have no desire to be a paparazzi person. In fact, I don't want to be a paparazzi person so much that I don't even know the legitimate job title. Maybe they're called celebrity journalists, or something fancy like that. Either way, I do not want this as a career and I am only sixteen, and WHY THE HELL DOES MY MOTHER THINK THAT I WANT TO DO THIS?
Although, I suppose I could be blamed, a little. I volunteered to do this. God, why am I so nice?
I climb higher on the gate. I'm supposed to get to the top, look through this guy's back window, and try to get a picture of Justin and Selena. Mind you, I have no interest in Justin Bieber, nor Selena Gomez. I am doing this out of the pureness of my kind, kind heart.
The camera hanging from a strap around my neck swings, left to right as I grasp the gate for dear life. Honestly, is it really nessesary to have a gate this high? It's hard to climb too, since it's not one of those metal gates. It's a wooden gate-a freaking wooden gate. I've already gotten a few splinters. There aren't many places on this gate that I can grab to pull me up, so I have to work extra hard, grabbing the tree I'm climbing beside.
Finally, victory! I think as I reach the top, pulling myself up. I swing one leg over the side so I can sit on the narrow thing. It's not comfortable at all. My heart is pounding, I'm nervous, I realize. I grab the camera with my sweaty hands and look around. Ah, I spot the glass sliding door that my mom assured me would be back here. I peer inside, ducking my head to see the couch in the room beyond the glass door. Bingo.
There's Justin, and Selena. Sitting on the couch. With another dude and girl; it appears they're all watching a movie of some sort. Well. I don't recall being invited.
I'm trying to balance the camera to get a good shot of this, while balancing myself so I won't fall. Why a group of people watching a movie is so important is beyond me. But then I remember: it's the amazing Justin Bieber. I roll my eyes.
I can see just fine, but it's hard to tell if the big bulky camera is catching anything. I lean down futher, and the dumb gate creaks, loudly. I let out a yelp and hurridly reach up to grab the top of the gate. It's hard to see because it's getting dark, and the gate creaks again. I find the top of the gate, though, and finally pull myself back up.
After a second of recollecting myself, I try to peep in the house again. Uh-oh.
The guy I don't know the name of is alarmed. He's standing up, pointing in my direction-in the backyard. He seems to think there's something out here. Boy, is he right.
I freeze, and grasp the camera in one hand. The other is permanently attached to the gate. The dude walks toward the door, ignoring Justin's and Selena's and the other girl's confused expressions. Wow, Justin has pretty eyes. I focus on them a second too long-light from inside is spilling across the backyard. Then, it's all a blur.
The mystery dude screams and points at me. Justin rushed off the couch to assist the mystery guy. In case it was a murderer, I imagine. Pft, yeah. I can barely open my Capri Sun.
In the midst of all this I gasp and fumble to get out of here-quick. Instead, I swing my leg off the side of the gate closest to the backyard, and clumsily loose my balance.
I am falling backwards, I seem to realize a beat too late. I scream a loud scream and I am mildly aware of Justin and Mystery Dude running towards me.
I hit the ground. Hard.
Another J.B. fanfiction?! I don't even like Justin Bieber. ;p Just had this idea. Anyone like it?
*inspired by StoriesUntold_x
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