BIEBER FEVER

I do NOT I repeat do NOT hate Justin Bieber! In fact, it is quite the oppisite, I'd corner him and corrupt his little mind if I could :P tehehehe! Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: BIEBER FEVER

The line went on and on and on and on. I rolled my eyes and began picking at the dry skin at the side of my nails. Why the hell did I agree to come to this, not to mention I spent

my entire savings, because my best friend insisted we get good seats. I could be doing better things than this at the moment. Ugh, I hated my best friend right now.

"OMG! Justin Bieber is sooo hot!" My best friend, Deborah, sighed from beside me. "Thanks so much for coming with me!"

"Yeah, I only came because I know you'd do the same for me," I replied.

Deborah smiled and hugged me. "Which I did, with Lady GaGa. Trust me, you are gonna like it!"

"I hate Justin Bieber, he annoys the hell outta me, him and his girl voice!"

Deborah chuckled. "He doesn't have a girly voice!"

Deborah jumped around in excitement and I just stood there rolling my eyes for the one-hundredth time. So okay, to be honest, I didn't hate Justin Bieber, just disliked. He was just another one of those untalented people who got famous without even trying, it was so unfair. Plus his songs played over and over on the radio, and I wanted to pull out my hair! It was my opinion, I was the only one out of my group of friends not suffering from the Bieber Fever – and that wasn't because I wanted to be different either, I just disliked him.

"I've caught the Bieber Fever!" Girls screamed.

"I'd rather have the Swine Flu," I muttered under my breath.

Deborah gasped. "OMG, we're moving, Rhiannah, your hand!"

I put out my hand and Deborah grasped onto it in a tight hold and pulled me along. Finally we were going into the stadium. Deborah pushed through all the screaming girls, like an out of control animal. I apologised to everyone she knocked, as she dragged me through, until we finally reached our seats, right in front of the stage.

"Phew! We're here, I'm so excited!"

I sat down and relaxed, the sooner this concert started the sooner I got get outta here. I watched with a raised eyebrow as, Deborah pulled out her compact mirror and started to fix up her makeup and made sure her dark brown hair hadn't fallen out of its messy bun and the makeup around her hazel coloured eyes wasn't smudged. I looked around to find all the girls were in their best clothes, dressed up like they were about to go clubbing or something. Okay, we were all around fourteen-years-old in here right? Was that girl wearing heels? I felt so under dressed! I had just thrown on an old black tee and a faded mini skirt, and my old converse. My rather bushy dark red hair was up in a simple pony and I had no makeup on, only mascara because I had lazy looking eyes that were a light honey brown. I couldn't believe they thought that Justin would spot them out of thousands of people and they'd have a chance with him. Man, were they in for a surprise if they didn't even leave with a souvenir!

"Okay, I look good," Deborah said, putting her lippy back into her purse.

"Deb, this is a concert, you are gonna get sweaty."

"I know, but don't I look cute?!"

I smiled. "Of course, Deb."

Deborah clapped her hands. "Yay!"

I smiled, and decided just to go along with it, because Deborah had come to Lady GaGa with me and didn't like her, so I thought it best to enjoy it and return the favour. Suddenly it went pitch black and the girls screamed their lungs out when one beam of light shot onto the stage, and there in the flesh, was Justin Bieber. Deborah went wild and I had to laugh. Finally the music of his song One Time began playing and Justin along with his dancers began to rev up the already rowdy crowd.

"Hello, Australia!" Justin's voice boomed over the stadium. "Are you excited?!"

"NOOOOO!" I yelled over the thousands of yes's, I had to laugh.

Justin's brown eyes flickered to the front for a moment, and my eyes widened in surprise, had he actually heard me? Whoops.

"Gonna tell you one time!" Justin sang. "Me, plus you!"

Deborah began singing along and I even plucked up the energy to clap along with her. Finally after so many songs, it was the last song – which was One Less Lonley Girl. I wasn't even expecting anything, when Justin pointed to the front row and waved his hand to come up and that's when the security guard grabbed my hand and began pulling me up toward the stage.

"N-No, w-wait, take her instead!" I cried, pointing to Deborah who was crying out in excitement for me. However the security guard didn't listen and I was hoisted up onto the stage and Justin came dancing over to me and took my hand, a small flirtatious smile on his lips. The little flirt!

I stood there with a frown on my face, waiting for it to be all over. Justin continued to sing to me and I wanted out. He took my hand and I tried to pull away, his eyes widened a bit, but he only held on tighter. I felt so uncomfortable! Finally when it was over, he lent in to kiss my cheek, I pulled my head back to avoid it, but his lips got me and the spot where he kissed me burned a little, sending tingles down my spine. YUCK!

"Thank you..."

"Rhiannah!" I replied. "Now can I get down?"

"Rhiannah!" Justin announced to the stadium.

Great now I was gonna be killed by his obsessed fangirls!

Justin kissed my hand, but I pulled away and rubbed the back of my hand on my skirt, in hope to get rid of his germs. Then I gave him a farewell nod and went back to the security guard to help me down.

"OMG! Rhi, you are so lucky!" Deborah cried, giving me a hug.

"Are you kidding? It should have been you up there!" I said, taking her hand.

"I'll get my moment!" Deborah said with a smile.

I looked back up and watched Justin take the middle of the stage and gave a bow, as he rose up, his eyes met mine, a smile spreading across his lips. But I just looked away. Bloody flirt.

"Let me tell ya one time!" Deborah sang, as we walked out into the cool air. "That concert rocked!"

"Yup, it sure did!" I said, glad it was over.

"If I were you, I'd never wash that hand ever again!"

I laughed. "Wanna swap then?"

Deborah laughed and linking arms we began searching for her parents' car, but before we could make it out of the crowd, a huge security guard stood in front of us.

"Girl, you are coming with me," he said, taking my arm.

Holy crap! What did I do?

"I've got tickets!" I said, quickly, trying to take my hand back to no avail. "Deborah!"

"We brought them online!" Deborah said, digging through her purse. "We didn't do anything!"

I took Deborah's arm and dragged her along with me. The security guard didn't listen and soon we were in a small white room, I took out my phone and dialled home, but the security guard took it off me.

"Hey!" I cried.

"Wait here."

Then he turned and left.

"Great, we are gonna go to jail," Deborah sighed. "Oh well, at least I went there having seen Justin Bieber preform."

I sighed, and looked around nervously, waiting for the outcome. After a minutes silence, the door opened and low voices could be heard.

"She is in there Mr. Bieber."

"Good, man, thanks."

Deborah's eyes widened. "OMG, my moment!" She whispered.

"OMG! Debs!" I cried, smiling happily, hoping that is what it was.

The door opened and there was Justin, a smile on his face, then we walked forward, but not to Deborah, to me, and taking my hand he kissed it. My mouth dropped.

"Rhiannah," he said happily.

I was dumbfounded.

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