Roots. - a Justin Bieber fanfic.

Vas Happening?! :D 

here's chapter five :D this chapter.. is okay I guess. I had writers block alittle but it's storming and I was bored SOO here it is. :D hope you enjoy!

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*Annamarie's POV*

I sat on the couch in the living room later that night, flipping through channels while looking for ABC Spark, thankfully it was a Tuesday which meant two full hours of Pretty Little Liars and Jane By Design, my secret guilty obsessions. I pulled my knees to my chest which was covered by my favorite mint Cool Story Bro hoodie and tugged at the hem of my heather gray capri yoga pants. I sighed a breath of relief while resting my chin between my knees once I finally found the channel. I tilted my head 45 degrees to look at my white Samsung Galaxy III, five minutes until 8.

I heard a few steps coming down the stairs and lifted my head to see if it was my mother or Justin. Of course, it was Justin. He strutted his cocky self to the couch and plopped next to me, looking at the tv. I raised my arched eyebrow at the brunette boy before speaking. "Hey." I said quietly before readjusting my head to the family tv just as the new Pretty Little Liars started playing.

I heard a slight smirk coming from beside me. I looked at Justin again, "What?" I asked, biting my lip at the fact that my best friend had gone through a break up on top of the fact that he was now a celebrity who could care less about any of his past friends - that was a recipe for a snappy attitude which, as always, I wouldn't put up with.

Justin gave a lopsided grin at me, "You watch Pretty Little Liars?"

I nodded, defensively and quickly saying back, "Yeah. What about it?"

He smirked again before licking his salmon pink lips, "I thought that show was for preps, and from my memory of you in 2008, you SWORE you would never come close to being a girly girl."

I looked at him, annoyed by the fact that he kept interrupting me from hearing what Aria, Hanna, Spencer, and Emily had to say, "And what I remember from YOU in 2008 is that you SWORE you wouldn't change cause of fame." I snapped back, before looking back at the tv.

I could almost feel Justin rolling his eyes, "Oh, come. On. That's your comeback? I didn't 'change'," he put quotation marks around the word, "I grew up. Something you probably should do."

I looked at him, slightly taken aback, "Yeah. Cause growing up means ignoring your friends. Growing up means forgetting Chaz, Ryan, and Nolan - who may I remind you have been your BEST friends since you were 7. And growing up TOTALLY means not even speaking to the person who has been there for you since you were freaking TWO after you left for America. Newsflash, even your 'Beliebers' say you aren't Kidrauhl anymore. Yeah, you totally only grew up." I looked back at the tv for the last time, sitting back into the couch. I picked up my phone, biting my lip as I opened the messages app to check for any new texts.

After a few seconds I heard him mutter, "I'm sorry." and walk away. I bit my lip, raising my eyes to watch his figure walk to the kitchen. I sighed and focused my attention back to the tv.

*Justin's POV*

I bit my lip at her small speech, letting my brown eyes wander the room before making them land back on her. By now, she had her phone in her hand and was probably way over done talking to me. I sighed silently before whispering alittle loudly, "I'm sorry." I stood up, walking to the kitchen and to the fridge, clearly defeated. I grabbed a bottle of orange juice and walked to the back door and outside to the back porch of the Thompson house.

I stared out through the backyard and at the dark blue colored sky. The sun hadn't fully set, making the night inbetween dark and light. I pulled out my iPhone and opened the app Temple Run after I finished my orange juice and started playing.

I waited until it was fully dark before I walked back into the house. Ms. Thompson was home from work by now considering the smell of her homemade spaghetti. It was about 9:30, making the time we were going to eat dinner be 10:00. I smiled slightly at Annamarie's blonde haired mom, greeting her with a hi before continuing on out of the kitchen.

I passed the living room, sneaking a slight peak at Anna who was yelling at the tv, something about how "Billy shouldn't go for that chick, he should go for Jane". I stifled a quiet laugh before walking up to the guest room. I sat on the chair infront of the desk in the room, opening my laptop and getting on Twitter, like usual for Mr. Bieber.

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so there's the chapter (: i hope you enjoyed.

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baii. (:

Sincerily,

Lauren.

PS, this chapter is dedicated to the amazing xSummerParadise because she helped me finalize my idea for my new story. it'll come in September I think (: 

so thank you Liz (: