Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

4. Happy Birthday Sir

-Justin's POV-

Is that true? I don't know. Do I like her? I don't know. Ugh... I groaned and sat in front of the laptop. I looked at the related videos, and saw a couple more videos of and by Mia. I watched the one with the most views. This time, it was Mia alone.

"This is dedicated to my brother... Chris. Happy 14th birthday!"

She started singing BELIEVE in acapella. My jaw hit the floor. Yes, BELIEVE as in MY song? I kept watching her videos, and didn't notice my phone ringing. Finally, when I had a one last video left, I picked up.

"The fuck, bro? I've been calling for ages!" I heard lil twist slur on the other line.

"Sorry bro... got caught up with shit." I said, but slightly felt guilty.

"I've been waiting here, man! Hurry up!"

"Actually, not today, man. Plans changed." I lied.

"Okay, fine." He sounded like he didn't give a fuck as he hung up.

I clicked on the one last video. It was called BYE.

"Hey guys... you guys were the best... thanx for watching and all... but... umm... I can't go on with this. I don't have my... supervisor's permission..."

I heard her gulp.

"It's okay, Mia. I can handle this. Don't worry... this is nothing." Chris's voice came out from somewhere in the background.

"No, Chris. Shut up. Anyways... bye...?"

The screen went black. The fuck?

I read the comments. They were talking about how they didn't understand, they wanted her to stay, to fuck her supervisor, and etc. Typical fans, eh?

My phone rang, and I ignored it. They didn't hang up. It kept ringing, so I rejected the call. They called over and over and I just rejected and rejected. Finally, they stopped calling. And I turned my phone off. I should get ready for Chris's birthday!

-Mia's POV-

I woke up feeling all groggy.

"Chris?"

It was dark outside.

"Yea...?" He rolled out of the sleeping bag.

"What time is it?"

"It's like 11 at night, and Stephen's not here yet"

I sighed in relief. Honestly, my vision was still blurry. I couldn't see straight.

"You okay?" Chris asked, sounding worried.

"Yes. Why?"

"You're not looking at me. You're staring at something else."

What? I swear, I'm looking at the third Chris right now! I groaned and closed my eyes. I sighed in a breath and coughed. Ah fuck.

"Hey Gabriella..."

I smiled. Chrisiella!

"Yea... could you get me your sister? Thanx babe."

Aww...

He handed me his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mia! What's up?"

"Nothing much..." I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. But of course, a cough. Ugh.

"You really have to stay at the hospital, Mia. You're getting really sick."