Love Me

Time flies when you're in a relationship with a teen sensation.

Seriously, the days flew by; Justin and I were still making headlines.

We had maybe two weeks left of this bet, though I wasn't sure. I lost count, not that I really minded.

The more I forgot about the bet, the better it seemed. 

Relationships were never my thing, but Justin really does make it effortless.

I pity every other girl who isn't in my shoes at this moment.

Even if this whole thing was sprung up because of competitive stubbornness, I was still a very, very lucky girl.

And I wasn't afraid to admit that.

Justin wasn't even close to being as I thought him too at the beginning.

He has a huge heart, and he's truly a good person.

So before I started rambling, I was saying, I'm an extremely lucky individual, and I wasn't too self absorbed, too blind, or too much of a complete bitch to see that.

So I decided, why not have fun? I logged onto twitter.

@EmmaRae: tonight I'm relaxing, big day tomorrow.
@EmmaRae: Thinking a lot, came to the conclusion that I'm probably the happiest, most lucky girl alive.
@EmmaRae: Miss you, @justinbieber

And what confused me the most was that I wasn't even lying, I missed him a lot.

My phone vibrated, and I saw that it was Justin tweeting.

@justinbieber: chillen with @ItsRyanButler
@justinbieber: RT @EmmaRae: tonight I'm relaxing, big day tomorrow.
@justinbieber: RT @EmmaRae: Thinking a lot, came to the conclusion that I'm probably the happiest, most lucky girl alive.
@justinbieber: RT @EmmaRae: Miss you, @justinbieber
@justinbieber: tomorrow will be a day to remember.
@justinbieber: I miss you more than you even know, @EmmaRae :/

I smiled to myself, as much as I despised it, I yearned for this to be real.

I was foolish to try and play with relationships, and love.



"Emma," 

I groaned.

"Wake up, we've got lots to do today!" He sung.

I mumbled something before turning over.

I heard a chuckle, and suddenly felt his warm breath in my ear.

"Please, I know you're tired, but you have to get up."

I groaned before reluctantly sitting up.

"That's my girl." He grinned.

"Mer."

"Go do your routine, we have to get mooooving!" He said happily.

I laughed but scurried to the bathroom.

I did my stuff, and surprisingly it only took me about a half an hour. That's a new record.

Justin, being the gentleman he is, closed the passenger side door for me, just like he always does, and I instantly grabbed his sunglasses and put them on. I pulled my hood up, and got comfortable, which was kind of a challenge because I had my seatbelt on.

"You're so dramatic. It's already eleven!" Justin laughed.

I stuck my tongue out at him, without looking.

I heard him chuckle, so I assumed he saw.

"Emma," He whined, "I want my sunglasses."

"Awh, you poor thing. Unlike creatures like you, some people enjoy sleep!" I retorted.

"You suck." He muttered. 

I gasped, "I feel the love..." I trailed off, and grinned at my idea.

@EmmaRae: @justinbieber just told me I sucked. :(
@EmmaRae: He's just being a baby because I'm wearing his sunglasses, and he doesn't want to admit they look better on me.
@EmmaRae: On another note, how is everyone today? :)

His phone rang exactly three times. I was shocked, I didn't know he got my tweets to his phone.

I saw him unlock it and he grinned, while rolling his eyes.

"Gosh, you're a drama queen!" He laughed.

"I bet Taylor Lautner wouldn't tell me I sucked. I bet he'd let me wear his sunglasses." I muttered.

"You're gonna get it. Just wait until we get there!" He warned, grinning.

"Just let me sleeeeep!" 

He turned on the radio, and I laughed.

He shook his head and went to change it.

I stopped him, "Uh, uh! I love this song!"

"Aye, it's the most beautiful time of the year,
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But Ima be under the mistletoe.

I don't wanna miss out on the holiday,
But I can't stop staring at your face,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But Ima be under the mistletoe.

With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe, yeah.

Everyone's gathering around the fire,
Chestnuts roasting like a hot July,
I should be chillin' with my folks, I know,
But Ima be under the mistletoe.

Word on the streets Santa's coming tonight,
Reindeer flying thru the sky so high,
I should be making a list, I know,
But Ima be under the mistletoe.

With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe,
Yeaaa.

With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe.

Hey love, the Wise Men followed a star,
The way I followed my heart,
And it led me to a miracle.

Aye love, don't you buy me nothing,
'Cause I am feeling one thing,
Your lips on my lips,
That's a Merry Merry Christmas.

It's the most beautiful time of the year,
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But Ima be under the mistletoe.

I don't wanna miss out on the holiday,
But I can't stop staring at your face,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But Ima be under the mistletoe.

With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe.
Sing it again!
With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe, yeah.

Kiss me underneath the mistletoe,
Show me baby that you love me so,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Kiss me underneath the mistletoe,
Show me baby that you love me so,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

I sang along, cheerfully. I love Christmas music, and his sexy deep voice singing this, made it so much better.

He actually joined along, and that's when I actually started singing. It was out of habit.

He was messing with his phone, but I wasn't paying attention. All I was thinking about was singing along.

I didn't even notice he stopped singing along with me, until it ended.

"You know, Emma," He started, "you have a spectacular voice. Angelic in a way." He said nodding, still messing with his phone.

I blushed, "You were supposed to be singing along. You weren't really supposed to hear that." I muttered.

"Oh, I know I wasn't." He smirked.

"What did you do?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Ohhhhh, nothing." He said, still smirking.

He turned the radio back off, clicked something on his phone, and all I heard was my voice playing out.

"Ah! You didn't!!! Delete it!" I stressed.

"Of course not. And shh, I'm trying to listen."

I must have looked like a tomato. Justin pulled up to his label.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

He came around, and opened my door. "I have to record a song, than we go and get ready." He told me.

I nodded, and he locked his car.

Our hands found each other and I even smiled toward the creeping paparazzi.

"SCOOOOOT!" Justin boomed opening the door.

"Hey, save that voice for singing." Scooter chuckled.

"Can I talk to you for one second?" Justin asked Scooter.

Scooter nodded and went into the sound proof booth with Justin. I sat next to the dude who controls the cool gadgets and tried to read lips.

"Hey, wanna do me a favor?" I asked, smiling at him.

"What's that?" 

"Press your cool buttons and let me hear what they're talking about? Please!"

He chuckled and shook his head, but pressed some complicated looking buttons and then I could hear.

As soon as I did though, I didn't want too anymore. I blushed, and looked at my hands.

Coming through the speakers was the recording Justin had of me.

Thankfully, it ended quickly though.

Scooter's face was full of shock. "That girl can sing better than any other teenage girl I've heard in my life. That didn't even have any editing!" He was almost jumping up and down.

Justin was grinning, "I'm not even kidding you, I was so shocked. It was difficult to try and concentrate on driving while I was listening to her sing."

I blushed even more, if that was even possible, and ran to the couch hiding my face in one of the very soft pillows.

"Hey, Emma." Scooter eyed me, suspiciously, while Justin stood leaning up against the wall, smirking.

I dropped my head back down, "Huh?"

"You know, singing could open a lot of doors for you." He said.

I was about to protest when the door opened. In walked Usher, Drake, and Chris Brown.

"Whaddddup?!" Drake boomed.

"Scooter's trying to convince Emma to sing." Justin laughed.

"She can sing?" Usher asked.

"Hell yeah, her voice is like wind chimes."

I scoffed, "Her is right here!"

I heard laughter, but I still had my head down.

"Sing for us," Chris Brown said.

I shook my head.

I heard whispering, than I suddenly felt warmth at my side. "Please sing for us?" Justin whispered in my ear, causing my to shiver.

I knew if I looked at him, I'd give in because of his stupid pout face.

"Justin!" I whined.

"Please, you don't have to agree to anything, just sing one song and we can go from there."

I groaned, "I thought you were supposed to be recording a song today.

"That can wait."

I looked up and him, and immediately regretted it.

"Fine! Just stop looking at me like that!" I sat up and adjusted my eyes to the lighting.

Everyone grinned in victory, I huffed.

"What song do you want me to sing?" I asked.

"Hmm..." Everyone thought.

I waited patiently, they could take as long as they wanted to decide. The more time wasted, the better chance I would have of getting out of this.

"Should've Said No, by Taylor Swift." Justin said, and everyone agreed.

I looked at Justin, "Aren't you going to show me what I have to do?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! I forgot." He led me into the room, and placed the headphones on my ears. "You'll hear the music come through the headphones, and you sing into the microphone, he'll stop you if he wants you to do a part over. God, I had to redo Somebody To Love and Baby so many times, that's why I can't stand those two songs now...anyways, good luck!" He scurried out of the room.

My heart started thumping faster than normal, when the music started.

"It's strange to think the songs we used to sing
The smiles, the flowers, everything is gone
Yesterday I found out about you
Even now just looking at you feels wrong

You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes

You should've said no, you should've gone home
You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go
You shouldn've known that word
'Bout what you did with her'd get back to me

And I should've been there in the back of your mind
I shouldn't be asking myself why
You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet
You should've said no, baby and you might still have me

You can see that I've been crying
And baby you know all the right things to say
But do you honestly expect me to believe
We could ever be the same

You say that the past is the past, you need one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes

You should've said no, you should've gone home
You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go
You shouldn've known that word
'Bout what you did with her'd get back to me

And I should've been there in the back of your mind
I shouldn't be asking myself why
You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet
You should've said no, baby and you might still have me

I can't resist before you go tell me this
Was it worth it? Was she worth this?
No, no, no, no, no, no

You should've said no, you should've gone home
You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go
You shouldn've known that word
'Bout what you did with her'd get back to me

And I should've been there in the back of your mind
I shouldn't be asking myself why
You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet
You should've said no, baby and you might still have me"

Less than halfway through, I closed my eyes and just sang. I forgot about my small audience, and sang because I wanted too, not because I thought I had to sound good.

Needless to say, I exited that sound booth with six guys, who are in the music industry, whose mouths were all open.

I played with my fingers.

Surely it couldn't have been that bad, right?