-Next Day- Still Justin's POV
"You two can't just break up publicly" Scooter says quietly.
We were in my hotel room, discussing the recent drama we were going through.
We were all standing, and Marisa had her arms folded, obviously still upset.
"Why not?" She asks.
"Because, people will wonder why you broke up"
"And, people will make up stories that will either make you seem bad, or make Justin seem bad. Then, you'll lose tons of fans"
Marisa scoffs obnoxiously.
"So we have to just keep dating? Until when?"
"Yes, and until the Believe Tour is done"
"That's two years from now!" She complains.
"I know. But you have to"
She rolls her eyes and walks through the door, making sure she slams it, for extra emphasis.
"How am I gonna deal with that, for two years?"
"You're not" Scooter says, making his way towards the door.
"There's no reason Marisa has to stay in a relationship with you"
"But you just said-"
"I lied. I'm giving you time to make up with her. Because we all know, you two love eachother. But, just give her a little space before you do try anything"
I smile a little.
"Thanks Scooter. I owe you one"
"Yeah, I know. And you're welcome" He walks through the door, and I let myself fall onto the bed.
Today, Marisa and got asked to go to the Titanic 3D premiere.
And yeah, Marisa is still beyond pissed with me, but she has to fake a smile for the paps.
I'm dressed in a grey suit, with a white undershirt, and black shoes.
Marisa wearing a long black dress, with a slit up the side.
She curled her hair tightly, so it bounced while she walked.
Usually when she does her hair like this, I like to play with it, pulling a piece out, and watching it snap back.
But not tonight, I'm scared she might kick me in the balls or something
We get to the premiere, and people automatically start screaming for us to pose.
I put my arm around her waist an tried my best to give a believable smile.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The paparazzi yelled toward us.
I could feel Marisa's body tense up at the sound of the word.
We turned our heads towards eachother, leaning in.
Our lips connect in a soft kiss, something we haven't done in almost a month.
If it were up to me, I would have never pulled away, but we had too.
Marisa smiles shyly towards the ground, and I see a little blush on her cheeks.
I smile, since she looks adorable when she blushes.
Maybe she's not as mad at me, as I thought.
One of the premiere organizers gets our attention, telling us the movie is starting shortly.
I take Marisa's hand, and she intertwines our fingers as we walk into the theater.
"That movie is so long... and stupid" I say, waiting for Kenny to come around with the car.
"Well I loved it. Atleast Jack didnt go kissing another girl, when Rose was so obviously in love with him"
"She kissed me!"
"It doesn't matter! You let her kiss you. And let me ask you something. If I wouldnt've walked in on you guys, would you have told me about your little smooch fest?"
I hesitate for a second, which is a huge mistake.
Marisa glares angrily at me, if looks could kill, I'd be 6 feet under.
"Can you just calm down?" I say, noticing all the paparrazi around us.
"There are paps all around here. If they hear this they'll go straight to the media"
"Fuck you Justin" She crosses her arms over her chest, looking away from me.
It hurts to have her so pissed at me, and I hope I can get her to forgive me soon.
(Sorry this is so short, and horrible. I'm having really bad writer's block, and this was all I could think up at the moment.)
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I'll Be Your Gold - Justin Bieber StoryTeen Fiction
Marisa Gold and Justin Bieber have been best friends for years. Now they've been forced, by their managers, to date for publicity. Will they crack under the pressure of the constant paparazzi? Or will they get closer than they ever expected?