No Strings Attached

Chapter 3

"I love you SO much." Bethany locked me into a loved filled deadlock probably squeezing the hell out of my intestines. I patted her on the back. I wasn't big on the whole hugging process, but this was my best friend. Id hug her forever if I had too. "Please be careful though. Dont go find a new best friend while you're out there." She warned me before slapping my ass. I laughed and she let go and gave me her well known Bethany smirk. "Any cute boys you find, send them my way okay? In fact, find any of Bieber's underwear laying around the house feel free to send them to me." She said it out loud for Bieber to hear.

Selena rolled her eyes and stalked onto the private airplane that was waiting for us. My stuff was already packed. I didn't bring much. Bethany was able to convince me to listen to my sister and leave my clothes here. She wanted to buy be a whole new wardrobe. And just to shut them both up I agreed to it. However I managed to slip in a few of my personal clothing items inside one of my two suit cases.

Mom and Dad both hugged me. Mom didnt really say much but give me a kiss. I didn't really care, I knew she just wanted me to return with some sort of imprint of Selena. Like that was ever going to happened. Just because I was going to be living with my sister did not mean I was going to bond with the bitch. I had no stored affection for her at all. And if I did, it was hidden behind a shit load of hatred and disappointment. Dad was the last to embrace me. He pulled me into a bear hug and whispered in my ear how much he loved me and how much luck he wished me.

"Be good Kami." He grinned, flicking my nose with his finger. I scrunched my nose while swatting his hand from my face. He always did this to me. "I don't want to hear Justin calling about you out partying all night and sleeping around. Not my daughter."

I rolled my eyes. He didn't have to worry about that. Guys didn't come as easy to me as they did my older sister.

I had has a boyfriend but.....that ended badly. Very badly. "Don't worry Dad. I'll be a good girl," I winked at him. "I always am." He kissed my forehead before turing to Justin. I glanced over at Bethany who was just gawking at him in awe.

"Take care of my daughter. She's the last one I got."

Bieber nodded, licking his lips and casted a glance at me. "She's in good hands sir." His arm draped his arm over my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. I saw Bethany squeal and I sent her death glare. She put her hands and blew me tons of air kisses. Just for her sake I blew them back. "Come on. We got a schedule to meet. Selena has clients to tend too soon."

We turned around and he guided me into the private jet. I pressed my face against the window and I swear I saw Bethany try to flash him. I was going to fucking miss her.

But here goes nothing.

Hours Later

I felt someone shake me awake. I jumped up and scanned the room. Where the hell was I? I frowned when I saw that I was on a plane. What the--oh. I saw my sister on the other side gathering her things. She turned to me and smiled. Why was she so fucking perfect.

"Oh good, you're awake. We are going to be landing in about ten minutes, you might what to prepare yourself." She informed me while sliding pair of shades on. I was confused. What she did mean? Bieber came out of no where and placed a hand on my shoulder. I craned my neck to see him.

He looked so hot in his little get up. His hair was a bit messed up, but the kakis were doing him good. Jesus, I was checking him out. What the hell Kami? Don't start channeling your in Bethany now.

"I don't think you knows what the means."

But I soon did. AS we landed I heard that sound of flashing camera bulbs, too much chatter and people shoving microphones in the air. Papparazzi. Of course. This was great. I had totally forgotten that I had to deal the fucking papparazzi. Since I spent no time with Selena I never had to me bombarded by all these crazy ass people. And let me tell you this, I had a fucking temper when it came to certain things. Those paparazzis..oooh..I swear if they think for one moment that--