Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

28. Dun Dun Dun

"Justin!" I snapped my head towards Scooter's voice. "Stay with the beat."

I looked around. Oh... I was a measure and a half behind the music and the dancers.

Because of Twist and Fredo, I have been in this studio, rehearsing, for 10 hours now. And they both had enough patients to stay and watch. Or wait. Or whatever.

The reason I drag is because... I have to pick one of them. If I pick Fredo Twist will get pissed and vice versa. Paparazzi is enough. Why the elementary drama?

I groaned and plopped down on the ground. I miss Mia.

"No more Justin. You've practiced too much for the day." Scooter stopped me.

"Please..." I pleaded. I quickly made up an excuse. "I can't get my mind off Mia."

He shrugged and I knew arguing was no good. I sighed.

"See you tomorrow!" I said to my backup dancers.

In a matter of minutes, it was me, Twist, and Fredo.

Dun dun dun

I gulped."Hey you guys wanna get some ice cream? I needa get my kind off of Mia. Like... Now. ASAP. Pronto. Quickly-"

"I get it." Fredo cut in. "I just don't understand. What's the big deal about Mia?"

Before I could say anything, Twist spoke up. "She's undescribeable. You'll just have to see."

He was right.

"Huh." Fredo cocked an eyebrow.

There was a silence surrounding us, an awkward silence. I cleared my throat.

"To the ice cream parlor we go." I told both of em.

All three of us went right to work. Hoodie, shades, snapbacks, and etc. I looked out the window and saw paps. I groaned.

"There's a back door." Fredo said.

I smiled at him in apreciation as all three of us jogged our way there. No paps here... Yet.

"Where's the ice cream parlor?" Twist asked.

"Four minute walk?" I said. It wasn't too far. But I added, "I think."

Without a warning Fredo opened the door and sprinted out. I followed and so did Twist.

We got to the parlor in a minute or less and looked in. I remembered when I had met Mia. I smiled.

"Yes how can I help you?" A 23 year old looking girl came over to us and asked.

We ordered and each paid $50, telling her to keep the change. She gladly did and very quickly the ice cream came.

As we ate, I couldn't help look around for paparazzi. I was worried, worried I was indeed.

Across me was Fredo and Twist eating their own ice cream. Not fighting, but not talking. I'm happy with this. I just... Don't make me choose one.

"Oh my God are you Justin Bieber?" Suddenly all heads turned our way and I wanted to hide.

Beliebers started running our way.

"Shit. Run unless you want a broken bone!" Twist called.

And once again all three of us ran into the studio. Except once we got in, the papz also covered the back door. Great...

We were in the studio, running out of things to do. We were all on the ground. I was on my stomach in the middle of the studio and looking through my instagram while listening to music. Fredo was going through his pictures on his camera while sitting down against a mirror. Twist was laying down, alseep, no too far from me.

I looked at Fredo. He was Concentrated on his camera. Hmph...

"Why don't you go out on parties?" I randomly asked Fredo.

He didn't even look up as he answered. "I do. Just never with you and Twist."

Why hadn't I noticed that? Oh well.

Twist was ligtly snoring and he had a light smile on his face. I looked at Fredo and smirked. He wasn't looking at me, so...

I got a bucket of ice cold water and poored it all over 'sleeping Twist'. He woke up, still a but sleepy, and I glided the bucket to next to Fredo. And I picked up my phone and scrolled down my feed.

When Twist's mind came back, he looked pissed. Pissed to say the least! He looked at Fredo and glared. Fredo didn't notice any of this, just like always when he had his full attention to his camera and pictures.

Twist got another bucket filled it with ice cold water and...

"Wait, Twist, NO!"

Too late. The water spalshed all over Fredo and his camera light wavered a bit. With an open jaw, he glared up at Twist.

Crap crap crap crap crap crap. What have I done?

I stood up and jogged to them. "C'mon guys, I-"

Fredo gently shoved his camera at me and leveled to Twist. They were about the same height so it wasn't hard.

"You can poor water on me whenever you fucking wish." Fredo growled.

Twist smirked. "And I did."

"Just not when I'm with my camera!"

'Camera' was yelled to Twist. But Twist's expression didn't change.

This was a prank, from me, like always! Why did it turn out this way?

Fredo, seeing that Twist was still smirking, a fist flew upto his jaw and made perfect contact. Twist fell the the ground, holding his jaw with his hands. He quickly got up and punched back. I guess Fredo wasn't predicting Twist to collect his mind that soon. But I've seen Twist fight before and damn...

I didn't know what to do. I felt so lost. These two were fighting because of me.

"Guys."

Punch

"Guys?"

Kick

"Guys!"

Punch

"GUYS!"

And the action finally froze.

"Twist I did it." I sighed.

Twist had a gash on his left upper cheek.

"Fredo I'm sorry. I started this."

Fredo's lip was busted.

"So please."

They looked at each others and almost snorted.

"Imma go, Justin. Bye." Fredo always left for Twist.

"Stuck up motherfucker." Twist said as soon as Fredo was outta sight.

Shut up Twist. He isn't.

But I kept my mouth shut.

-Mia's POV-

My phone buzzed.

Last time it was Justin. Is it Val this time?

With such big hopes I looked at the screen.

Battery 15%

Please plug into charger

You've gotta be kidding me. Has Valentine forgot about me? I've been in the hospital for days and haven't seen her for at least a week!

I groaned. I've been groaning a lot during these days of the hospital. It's just too much for a human to handle.

I'm too lazy to write yall. Sorry

xoxo