song used: Change Me by Justin Bieber
girl, I'm ready, if you're ready, now
as I'm ever gonna be
if you're with it, then I'm with it, now
to accept all the responsibility
I'd go outta my way
to live by the words that you say
I don't wanna be the same
Justin placed his beer bottle down on the table in his living room. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the excess liquor transferred from his mouth to the skin on his hand. He stared at his phone, which was open to his messages with Scooter.
scooter: meeting at the studio today. sorry for the last minute notice. it's important
Why did Scooter want me? I told him I wanted to take a break from writing and recording for a couple days, he thought to himself.
The previous Music Mondays were already up in iTunes, but they still needed two more songs, week 9 and 10. Justin thought that since this is just the 6th week, he could take a rest for a bit. Guess not.
He sighed and grabbed a joint that was balancing on the end of the table and brought it to his lips while replying back to Scooter.
justin: give me 30 min
He took the joint away from his mouth, breathing out the smoke. He inhaled the smell, it filled his lungs as guilt filled him. He ignored the nagging feeling in his gut whenever he did it.
Throwing the joint away, he walked to the restroom. He splashed water on his face before dropping some eye drop in his eye to get his eyes less red, less noticeable.
After he decided that he looked okay and not i-was-just-smoking-weed-and-drinking, he pulled himself inside a muscle tee and raced to his car.
"Hey Duke," he greeted the security guard at the door of the studio. He, as always, kept a straight face and nodded in reply.
Justin opened the door to his recording room and saw Scooter at the music panel, shuffling through papers.
"Bieber is here."
Scooter turned around and smiled. "Hi! Sit down. My guest should be here soon."
Justin raised an eyebrow as he sat down on the couch, his arms resting on the pillows. "Guest?"
"Yeah, she didn't know either. I told her that the meeting was important though, so that's why she came."
"She." Scooter pulled up a chair in front of the coffee table in front of the couch, and set his papers on the table.
"Look, Scooter, I know that I'm looking bad in the media right now, but I don't want to date a girl to try to change me, alright?"
The older man chuckled. "That's what she said when I told her that she had a guy guest too."
"So this isn't like, you hooking us up or something?"
"Nope, of course not."
"Where is this girl anyways?" Justin asked, while replying to Alfredo's text.
alfredo: you're getting better right? not doing it that much?
He cringed, which was unnoticed by Scooter, as he typed in: yep getting better. I don't do it as much as before
"She's in the restroom. I think I should check on her though. She's been in there for almost half an hour," Scooter said while looking at the door. He stood up and opened it, stepping outside. "Be right back."
"Okay," Justin mumbled, titling his head backward and closing his eyes.
After a couple of minutes, he heard the door open and close, and footsteps walk in the room. He figured it was Scooter, so he kept his eyes shut. "Had fun in the girl's restroom Scoot?"
"Huh, I already asked him earlier if he wanted to fix his makeup with me, but he said no."
Justin sat up from the couch and his eyes widened, recognizing her voice. He saw her standing there, in a white bandeau and black and white floral designed harem pants, leaning on on leg and her arms crossed. She had a smile on her face as she stared at him.
"Ariana!" he jumped up, wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her up in the air and spinning around. She giggled while holding onto him as tight as she could.
He finally set her down, his hands still on her waist, touching her bare skin, which sent tingles up her spine. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too! God, I haven't seen you since Atlanta for the Believe tour."
"Yeah, I know. It's been too long. What are you doing here anyways?"
"Oh, Scooter said that there was a meeting with a special..guest.." She looked at him with a knowing look, a grin tugging at her lips.
He, on the other hand, smiled widely. "Oh, so you're my special guest, huh? I'll make you feel special." He winked at her.
She giggled, blood rushing to her face. She grabbed his wrist and guided him over to the couch. They sat down in the middle, knees touching.
"I really hope this is for a duet! I've been dying for one. If it isn't, I'm going to cry, I'm not even kidding."
Justin laughed at how adorable she was. "Hey, even if it isn't, I promise, I'll start writing the song and we can take over. Deal?"
Ariana frantically nodded, agreeing immediately. Suddenly, she froze, and her eyes met his.
"Justin.. Speak. Say something."
Confused, he looked at her weirdly. "I'm giving up on you?" (a/n: wow i'm funNY)
His breath hit her face, making her close her eyes. Ariana lightly laughed, but frowned right after. "Have you been smoking or drinking lately?"
Justin's breath got caught in his throat and he jerked back, moving from the middle of the couch to his end. "Uh- Um- I-," he stuttered out nervously.
He was interrupted by the door opening and Scooter walking in. "Sorry I'm late, I was trying to find- Ariana! Where were you? I was looking for you!" Scooter exclaimed, catching both of their attentions.
Ariana hid her frown with a giggle. "I got here like 10 minutes ago. Justin and I have just been catching up."
The brunette looked at Justin like she didn't just ask him about his deepest, darkest secret. He smiled back at her then at Scooter. "Yeah, why didn't you tell me that Ariana was the special guest?"
Scooter shrugged, sitting down on the chair that was set in front of the table earlier. "It would've ruined the surprise."
"Well, it was a surprise. Now, please surprise me even more by saying you're finally ordering us to make a duet because if not, I am leaving." Ariana pointed a threatening finger at him, making the two guys laugh.
"Hey, now put that finger away because that's exactly what I called you her for." Scooter grinned at the both of them with two thumbs up.
A squeal filled the room and Justin's view of Scooter was covered by Ariana's body as she leaned over the table, wrapping her arms around Scooter's neck while screaming, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Soon, she sat back down, and he was grinning ear to ear at her. The excited actress was bouncing in her seat, and a few seconds later, bounced in his lap.
She engulfed him in a hug, and he snaked his arms around her waist, resting his large hands on the lower part of her back. Her face was right next to her ear, and he could feel her breath hit his skin.
She whispered, "We're going to talk about it someday, so don't think you're in the clear yet. I'm going to help you whether you like it or not."
Justin gulped, tightening his grip around her waist.