We went downstairs after I didn’t look like I’d been crying. His mom fixed pizza bread and French fries. She sat down with us at the table once we’d gotten all of our food.
“Emma, I finally get to talk to you!” I smiled.
“Yeah, I finally get to talk to you, too! I’m ready to see those embarrassing photos of Justin.” He looked up at us while putting a fry in his mouth and froze.
“What?!” His Mom and I laughed.
“Don’t you worry about it.” His mom said, patting him on the head. He looked a little disgruntled, but continued eating. His Mom and I continued talking.
She asked me about where I was from, how I’d liked my job so far, and what I liked to do for fun.
We talked about Justin, especially when he was little, which got a few groans from our object of conversation.
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I left at about 11:00 that night. Justin had begged Charlotte to let me stay at his house, but she said it wasn’t a very good idea from a manager’s standpoint. “I, as well as your mother, don’t want any crazy rumors starting about the two of you,” she’d said. There was no arguing with her. I promised him I’d come back the next day, though.
I had another performance that day. This time, at a mall. I was getting ready in my hotel room when my band knocked at the door.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked, walking back over to my curling iron. They looked nervous.
“Em, we found something on the internet a little bit ago, and we wanted to show you before anyone else did.” My stomach dropped.
“What did you find?” Ryan grabbed my computer and began to type. About a minute later, he pulled up an article on a celebrity gossip site.
“Has Justin Bieber found his ‘Favorite Girl’?”
Recently, Justin Bieber tweeted this picture of himself and aspiring singer, Emma Evans. The photo was taken at Emma’s debut album release party a few weeks ago. At first, this photo only caused the expected disruption with the teen sensation’s fans. But now with new information, celebgossipworld.com may have bad news for all the “Beliebers”. Our sources tell us that at the party, Justin and Emma were very close, and hardly ever left each others’ sides. These sources also informed us that the two are together quite frequently as well. Does this mean that Justin is taken? The folks here at celebgossipworld.com will be the first to let you know if information presents itself.
I stared at the screen after I finished reading it. We weren’t even dating and people were already talking!
“It’s probably no big deal though, Em.” Jake said, trying to reassure me. “These places post things like this all the time, whether they’re true or not. We just wanted to show this to you in case you get asked about it or something.”
“Oh my gosh… I wonder if Justin knows about this.” I already knew what I wanted to do before I finished the sentence. I also neglected to tell my band mates where I was going before I started pulling my shoes on.
“Where are you going?” Charlie asked.
“I’m going to see Justin.”
“Give him a kiss for me.” Billy shouted after me.
I managed to get to Justin’s a lot quicker than I had expected. I was worried that his mom would be angry that I showed up uninvited, but when she answered the door, she smiled.
“Hello Emma! Come in.” I followed her in the house. I didn’t see Justin anywhere.
“Justin’s still asleep. It’s his day off.”
“Do you care if I go wake him up? It’s kind of important.”
“Oh no, go right ahead. Is it anything bad?” She had to have been used to all the gossip already, so I told her no and ran up the stairs.
I pulled Justin’s door open and walked towards his bed. There was a lump underneath the covers that I guessed was him. “Justin. Wake up.” I shook him.
“Mom… no… just give a few more minutes…” He rolled over a little and I could see his face better. His hair, despite its usual near-perfection, was messy and all over the place. His eyes were scrunched up just a bit. He looked adorable. There’s no time for this Em.
“Justin, this is Emma. Get up, it’s important.”
“You’re not Emma, Mom. Go away.” He waved an arm around non-coherently.
“Justin.” I shook him harder and he opened his eyes. “I’m not your Momma.” His eyes flashed open.
“Em! What are you doing here?”
“I’ve got something to show you. Where’s your computer?”
“On my dresser…Why? Em… this really isn’t a great time for me right now.” I was unconcerned with why this wasn’t a good time. I was freaking out. “Hey, Em… do you think you could go outside for a second?”
“Why?” I had no time for this.
“I need to put some pants on.” I stopped what I was doing. Oh this isn’t awkward at all.
“Uh… yeah.” I got up and walked out the door. I could feel how hot my face was. Luckily, less than a minute later he opened his door and motioned me back in.
“What are you showing me?” He asked, looking sleepy, yet concerned. I showed him the page.
“I don’t understand.”
“What? They think we’re dating, J!”
“And…” How could he not understand the importance of this?
“People are going to start talking about it more. They’re going to start ‘We hate Emma’ clubs. I’m telling you… this isn’t good.”
“Emma. Listen. I know you worry about this. I don’t really blame you. Your career is just starting up. But people talk. We can’t change that. We’ve just got to let them say what they want. If it’s true, if it’s not true, it doesn’t make a difference. This isn’t something crazy. They don’t think you do anything bad. They’re not saying you’re on drugs. They’re saying you’re dating me. Which could be like doing a drug, I guess…” He smiled his signature smile and I couldn’t help but feel better.
“Very funny.”
“Don’t you have a performance today?”
“Yeah, I do. I really need to get going.” I stood up.
“Hey… I’ll come down and watch it.” I looked at him curiously. “I’d like to see you perform again. And besides… if they’re already talking it won’t hurt. Let’s give them something else to gossip about.” He smiled and looked at me for a moment.
“You look really pretty, by the way. I like your hair like that,” he said nonchalantly while grabbing his phone and a hat. He really had a way of making things so much better without really trying. At that moment I couldn’t tell whether it was a gift of his, or if it was just those damn butterflies.
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