Allie could do nothing but gape at Justin in shock for what felt like ages, her eyes wide and her lips parted, rendered incapable of speech.
She could barely even comprehend what was going on, to grasp the concept that Justin Bieber - her ex-boyfriend whom she hadn’t seen in over four years - was standing in front of her right now.
He looked remarkably attractive, probably due to how much older he looked.
He was wearing a deep red t-shirt which outlined sculpted abs - he’d always had a good body, but from the looks of it, this six-pack was more toned and even better than it’d been before - and khaki cargo shorts. A pair of sandals adorned his feet and the outline of sunglasses could be seen in one of the front pockets of his shorts.
His eyes were the same soft chocolate brown, their large depths flickering with warmth and a hidden wealth of emotions. His perfect pink lips were forming a stunned pout right now, the perfect compliment to his tanned face, which was more matured, his cheekbones more pronounced; he’d aged nicely. His hair was no longer the iconic swoosh it had been before he’d gotten sucked into drugs and partying; it was now shorter, and more cropped, enhancing his features with a more mature, sexier vibe.
Allie was, to say the least, impressed.
Sure, she’d come across the occasional picture now and then of him within the last couples of months, but there was something to be said about the difference between glancing for ten seconds at a picture of someone and staring at them for several minutes in person.
Justin shook his head the merest bit, a small laugh of shock escaping his lips. “What are you doing here?” He sounded genuinely surprised, but his voice held a faint hint of delight.
It took Allie a moment to register that he’d said something; for a long moment, she was stuck standing there as if frozen, her heart hammering wildly against her chest and her brain pounding furiously.
How was this possible?
“Allie?” Justin asked uncertainly, his eyebrows knitting together slightly when she continued to stand there in stunned silence.
“I’m here to judge this competition,” Allie managed to choke out finally, feeling a violent blush burn on her cheeks as she realized how utterly stupid she must have looked. She quickly held up the pink packet she’d been so furiously examining mere moments ago. She shook her head back and forth, still feeling the utmost incredulity rush through her veins. “Wait, Justin?” She cried in disbelief, still finding it extremely hard to accept that this was actually real life and not some crazy hallucination.
He merely nodded his head at her, his eyes traveling over until they landed on the packet in her hands. As his mind registered the words printed on thecover of the pamphlet, he turned his gaze back onto hers, his soft brown orbs staring deep into her vibrant blue ones.
“This is crazy...” He commented softly, shaking his head back and forth in wonder. “I’m here to judge that competition too!” He pointed a finger to his chest.
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Remember Me: The Trust Me Series EpilogueFanfiction
Four years. Four years have passed since that fateful day when everything came crashing down in paradise. After a rocky path to rehab and back, freshly-turned-21-year-old Justin is barely beginning to experience a newfound return to superstardom...