Despair

five

❝  life is so unpredictable  ❞

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yet again, there was another red carpet to attend; this time it was the met gala. she normally did love attending the carpet to show off her attire, and to admire others, but today she didn't. she had panic attacks again, continuously throughout the night. and what she didn't need is to be squeezed into a dress, makeup thrown on her.

all she needed to do was walk onto the red carpet, pose and smile, and leave – though, there would be hour gaps, and she wouldn't be leaving straight away.

"selena! selena!" photographers scream, calling for her to look at their camera. hands in front of her stomach, fingers fiddling nervously, she continues to smile. as her turn was up, she was showed the way off by staff, where there was a table long with food. so many stars were here: actors, singers, models, and she still didn't speak to anyone. instead she sat down on a couch by herself on her phone, awaiting for her ride to text her 'ready'.

"couldn't reply back?" a mystery person whispered, cooing in her ear. she immediately whips her head around, facing him now. justin, a smirk on his face, hands rested on the top of the couch selena was siting on, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, with a black, gold patterned blazer; there were black sunnies rested on his nose. selena turns back around in her seat; justin takes the opportunity to sit beside her, though climbing over the couch first instead of walking around.

"you haven't forgotten the deal, have you? i thought no speaking to each other was included?" selena says, ignoring justin's stare.

"i think not. so, why have you been ignoring my texts?"

"i replied," selena says, a thrill coming over her body, as she knew he would chuckle at her next answer.

"oh – did you?" justin asks, all seriousness. he brings out his phone from his pocket, checking his notifications. "you didn't," justin glares at selena, where selena was wearing a huge smile.

"well – i figured, since you tweeted hi i tweeted a response back," selena beams. justin glares once more at her before looking back to his phone. after a couple of seconds of him tapping on his phone, a huge grin selena was wearing reflected on justin's face.

he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "smart," he says, selena hearing the smile in his voice. she still was refusing with herself to look at him, only looking when he wasn't staring at her. "let's ditch this lame place," he speaks in a undertone to selena, where she then unwillingly looked at him, meeting his stare.

"ditch? why would i leave with a stranger?" selena jokingly asks.

"hey! a friend, remember?" selena laughs.

"so, what do you say?" well, selena thought, there was no reason for her to be here. and what was she going to do when her driver comes? go home?

she sighs as an act, "sure," but she was thrilled.

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a/n;

i'm bored so a new update for you guys ??

if anyone's really cares, this is what justin and selena looked like at the met gala (i know this was like two yrs ago) :