Watching that nitwit rehearsing gives me the creeps, his digusted face beaming at Scooter and Fredo. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing all day, I had to do something but what. I was extremely bored out of mind and all I heard was the chanting outside "JUSTIN!!! JUSTIN!!! JUSTIN!!! JUSTIN!!!" no other than BELIEBERS my enemies, I know, I know you're probably thinking why am I hating on teenage girls?
They're just not average normal teenage girls, these girls are animals, they protect Justin no matter what:
the kid does drugs- they say other celebrities do it
the kid gets a DUI- they say its okay, he'll learn from his mistakes
the kid gets arrested- they stand up outside the station singing one of his songs
the kid pees in a mop bucket- harry styles was butt naked judge him instead
Then there's me, the average adult that goes on Twitter to interact with fans and then there's his stupid Beliebers, I'm their main target
I started to get hungry and noticed a food court outside, I glanced back at Fredo, Scooter and justin they were focusing more on him, than me. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to get out of there. I put on my shades and pulled up my hoodie, risking that I won't get caught being at Justin's studio. My quick feet carried me out of the studio and through the front door where I was greeted by tons of Beliebers who couldn't get their hands off of Bieber.
I couldn't see Kenny in sight so I ran across the road to the food court, it took me about 30 minutes in there to get a sandwich and a drink* obviously fending for myself. I ran back over surprised to see the amount of Beliebers that increased, I swear they "stalk" the guy for all I care. I hate them as much as they hate me but the worse is about to happen
Belieber: Hey is Justin in there?
Drake: None of your business *looks down not making eye contact*
Belieber: *turns to her friend* Did he just say its none of my business?
Friend: Hey who are you?
Drake: *tries to get inside the building* None of your business
Belieber: I know that voice from somewhere
Drake: *clears throat* Sorry little girl you have the wrong person *tries to push past Beliebers*
Suddenly from behind I hear Kenny yell, I thought uh oh I'm in trouble
Kenny: *yells* Hey let him through
Beliebers step aside and all attention was drawn to Kenny, I gotta be grateful to the guy if he hadn't come to the rescue, I was gonna be done with. I hurried back inside and there was Scooter, Fredo and Justin staring at me with angry eyes mostly the nitwit
JUSTIN: WHERE WERE YOU?
Friend: OMB there's Kenny
Belieber: OMB!!! OMB!!! I can't believe we met Kenny
Friend: But who's that guy he let into the studio? A family member? probably a friend
Belieber: No Alicia, I'm preety much sure I know that voice from somewhere
Friend: Who could it be?
Belieber: That guy sounded like Drake Bell
Friend: No way!!!
Belieber: It makes sense, he had a hoodie, his voice was rough, he was rude and inconsiderate and he made no contact. Think about it has to be him
Friend: I don't know Emily, I don't know
Emily: We'll see about that
Alicia: What are you talking about
Emily: I got a plan, we need to get close to Kenny, folllow me
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My Sworn Enemy Is Now My StepbrotherFanfiction
Justin Bieber and Drake Bell have both been known for their careers. Justin- singer- songwriter, Drake- Actor, singer- songwriter, but one of their careers soon went downhill and suddenly jealously between the two takes a toll. When they both take o...