Fame. (A Justin Bieber Lovestory)

Chapter 15 - Scooter.

I'm back in school tomorrow so I thought I should upolad everything :) Vote Please? Maybe Comment?

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Chapter 15.

 I lay curled up on the couch of my hotel room watching E! News. It was the EMA special, I planned on watching the actual EMA's again, even though I actually went to it last night, I wanna see what I look like on tv. Conceited? I dont care. I like to call it curious.
Suddenly, A knock sounded from my door.
"Coming!" I shouted, grabbing a light Cardigan to cover my booty shorts and tank top. I opened the door to be greeted by Justin.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Hey Shawty." he grinned, kissing my cheek before strolling my  room.
"Did I say come in?" I asked him snottily.
"Nope." he said popping on the 'P'. He winked. I rolled my eyes and shut the door. He looked me over. "Why are you still in your Pajama's?" he asked.
"I was gonna stay in all day....Why?" I asked.
"no reason, mind if I join you?" he asked.
"Not at all." I grinned, flopping Down on the couch beside him.
"....Yeah, I hear you were talking to The Biebs and his girl last night, How was that? That was like the first time Emer spoke publicly, right?" Guilianna asked Ryan. Ryan nodded.
"Yeah, she's real nice, has a good sense of humor. Shes gonna be big." he told her. I squealed.
"Holy Crap!" I giggled. "They're talking about me!" I cried. Justin looked fairly amused by my reaction. I cleared my throat. "Uh, Yeah. I mean, Cool Beans." I nodded in approval. Justin burst out laughing. I raised an eyebrow.
"You okay?" he tried to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry," he paused. "But Cool beans?" he laughed. I nodded.
"Beans are quite cool."
"Yeah, I'm sure." he said sarcastically. An awkward silence passed through us. My eyes widened.
"Tomorrow is my last day of school." I murmured. He nodded. "Ever." I added.
"Yeah I know it's hard bu-"
"I have to prank, oh man! I can't get in trouble for this. At all." I squealed. "Let's go look for a prank shop!" I paused. "Lemmie change first." I squealed before running off to my bedroom before be could even answer. -   After about an hour of driving around Belfast town we finally located a prank shop. I toke my time picking the pranks, making sure everything would work, then I planned it from detail to detail.
"Oh Man, this is gonna be epic." I squealed.
"Never toke you as a prankster." Justin smirked.
"Really? I remember one time, I poured oil all over the hallways. Everyone was sliding around for hours. They couldn't stand without slipping. Eventually, the school had to send everyone home so nobody got hurt. They never found out it was me." I laughed at the memory.
"So, can I help you plan these pranks?" he asked. Pshh, as if that's an option.
"Hell to the mother-fucking no. You are my get-away driver," I grinned.  He nodded. I'll take that as an okay.
"Man, this is gonna be so much fun!" I giggled excitedly.
"It'd be funner if you let me help." I tried. I ignored him.
"Is funner an actual word? It doesn't sound like a word, does it? Wait- I think it is. But maybe not..."
"Can you shut up?" he laughed.
"Whatever, your just Jealous of my mad skills." I said, flipping my hair.
"Mad skills?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yup." I answered, popping on the 'P'.
Laughing, he asked, "And what are these 'Mad Skills' Or so you call them?"
"You don't even wanna know."
"But I do." he insisted.
"You'll just get jealous and I don't wanna hear you winge. You're quite the moan, Justin." I joked.
"Oh I'm the moan?" he asked sarcastically.
"That's what I said." I told him shrugging.
"Says Mrs. 'This is all your fault, I have to learn how to way in heels!'" he cried using a high-pitched tone. Or some would say his normal tone.
"Pfft, what? Psh, no... That was like, age ago." I laughed nervously, scratching the back of y neck awkwardly.
"That was 2-3 days ago." he laughed.
"Like I said, ages ago." I joked.
"Right." he muttered sarcastically. I opened my mouth to reply but he cut me off. "Do you want to go anywhere else? I mean, the EMA's aren't on till like, 8 o'clock."
Shrugging, I answered, "Not really, Wanna go somewhere? I mean, we're already out we may as well."
"Sure, let's get something to get something to eat first, I'm starving." I nodded in reply.
"RIP to the girl you used to see her days are over-" my phone blared.
Screeching loud and off-key, I sang, "I DECIDED TO GIVE YOU ALL OF ME, BABY COME CLOS-"
"Are you gonna answer that?" Justin asked cutting me off. It dawned on me that I hadn't answered the pone yet. Right, oops.
"Right, this is like one of my favourite songs at the moment so-"
"Answer it!"
"Yellow?" I asked through the receiver.
"Blue." Scotts familiar voice answered me. I laughed quietly.
"Good one. What can I do for you Scott?" I chirped.
"You know, you can call me Scooter." he told me.
"Doesn't that make you feel like a man-whore?" I asked curiously.
"A man whore? Why would it make me feel like that?"
"Your called Scooter. A scooter is what everyone rides. Which means people are implying that everyone rides you. I mean, if people started calling my a bike I'd be pretty offended..." I trailed off. "Who even gave you that nick-name?" I asked curiously.
"Justin." he answered dazed. I glanced at Justin and giggled quietly. He shot me a 'wtf' look.
"I don't think he think very highly of you." I joked.
"People don't mean it like that, your over-analysing it." he told me.
I shrugged but the remembered he couldn't see me. "Maybe, maybe not. But okay, sure. I'll call you Scooter, but just remember i only call you it because I think your a man-whore."
"Now wait a second-" I cut him off.
"Was there a particular reason to why your calling me?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, where are you?" he asked.
"Oh, just hanging with Justin." I answered cooly.
"By yourself, without being forced? ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRCLE!"
"It's not Christmas."
"IT'S A MIRCLE!" he corrected himself. I laughed.
"Sure, sure."
"anyways, I just wanted to tell you both to get your asses back here we're going back to Dublin."
"Oka- wait! What about the EMA's?"
"That was last night...Are you on high ?"
"High on love!" I giggled, then realised what I said. Justin shot me a weird look.
"Love? Are you telling me you've got.. "
"SHUT UP! I didn't mean it that way!" I cried, defending myself. I'm far from loving Justin at this point.
"...Bieber Fever?" he finished. I could hear through his voice that he was smiling. Probably like a idiot.
"Goodbye Scott..er, I mean Scooter aka Man whore." I told him sternly and hung up.
"What was that about?" Justin questioned.
Shaking my head, I answered, "Nothing."
Nothing indeed.

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I thought that was quite funny in a weird way. Did you enjoy it? My birthdays on Friday!:D Thats, like...2 days ;'] Don't forget to wish me Happy Birthday and give me a present :D