Trust Issues. Ch.2

   The Saturday sun shinned on my pale face made my eyes flutter open. I rolled over and smiled. Today was the day I saw Justin in concert and I was so excited that I didn't know what to wear when it came to the time.
   I raided my closet for the outfit I think would be best. Of course it's not like he's going to be looking at me the whole time, but I'd like to look nice when I got to concerts. I picked one of my Justin Bieber shirts, denim skinny jeans, purple vans, and a purple hoodie. I wrote J on the left side of my cheek and B on the right with purple paint that I found in my old art supplies. "Why was this so hard to figure out?" I wondered out loud. I do that a lot.
   I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was a half an hour before the concert which was when my mom's driver was supposed to be here so I grabbed my tickets that I got in the mail from my mom the day before. I heard a honk from out side so I checked my self in the mirror one last time and ran out the door. Once I got in the car, said hi and everything, I opened the mail to look at the tickets. "Fuck yeah! Front row!" I yelled forgetting I wasn't the only one in the car. "Sorry." I nervously laughed. He just laughed.
   "Glad your mother wasn't here." Ralph was the my mom's driver here in California. He was a family friend from all the years we've known him.
   "Oh she swears like a sailor too." I crossed my legs and rolled my eyes.
   "You're right on that one, Chelsea."
   "Thank you for taking me, Ralph. I'm going to have the best time." I bit my lip, smiling and looked out the window.
   "Of course. I always take you everywhere anyway." He laughed.
   "Now you're making me feel bad." I gave him a fake shocked face.
   "Just doing my job." We laughed.
   When we stopped in front of the Nokia theater, my eyes went big. There were millions of girls out front waiting in line. This was the place I was supposed to be for sure.
   "Ok." I made sure I had everything, gave a salute to Ralph and jumped out of the black town car and ran into line where two annoying girls in front of me who were giggling about how hot Justin was and how much they couldn't wait to see his sexy body. It was bugging me the fuck off. I wanted to slap both of them in the face so bad.
   "What are you looking at?" One of them gave me a disgusted look. She had tanned skin and blonde hair that was straightened so much that it looked all dead. Her shorts were so short that you could almost see her butt cheeks.
   "Oh nothing. Just a bunch of bimbos who only care about Justin's looks." I gave them both a sweet smile that was full of anger.
   "Excuse you?" I didn't say a word back. I just ignored both there nagging about being uglier then them or something. I tuned them out after awhile. I really the girls like that. There not real fans. I think that real fans deserve to go to his concerts then girls like the too in front of me.
   Once we got inside, my heart raced while I was waiting in my seat. I was too excited for words and all I could do was think about what he would look like and of course I was excited to see Stevie Wonder and Drake too.
   The lights dimmed and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered around. I saw my inspiration standing on stage and I smiled, drowning out the screams of the girls around me. Justin sang some of his songs and all I did was sing along, smile and of course tears escaped from my eyes, but I wasn't sobbing like the rest of the fans in here.
   Once Drake was done with his songs everybody cheered for everyone who performed and cleared the theater. I whipped my tears away and my breathing was becoming normal again from all the screaming and dancing around. I wasn't one of those creepy fans. There was just something about Justin performing that I love. So much passion.
   I got outside the theater where people where going there separate ways. some crowding in clumps to see if they could find Justin coming out of the building. I decided to call Ralph because I knew that that was impossible in seeing Justin. I flipped out my phone and tried to turn it on, but couldn't. It was dead. "FUCK!" I whispered to myself.
   I walked back inside and looked around to decided what the fuck I was going to do. I walked down a hallway to the left and I knew I wasn't supposed to be back here, but I didn't care. I heard scrambling behind a door and it opened. I couldn't believe who was standing in front of me. Justin was huffing as he slide down the door and then looked me straight in the eyes.
   "Are.. are you OK?" I sat down next to him and I was surprisingly keeping my cool.
   "Well a million girls are chasing my ass so ya I'm fine. Used to it." I laughed. "Well you seem more calm then them."
   "I'm not like them. I know you don't like it."
   "You're a fan?"
   I looked at him crazed. "What? Have you NOT noticed my outfit right now, Justin?"
   "No. I've been too busy staring at your eyes." He smiled his famous smile and I just melted right there.
   "Me too." Did I just let that slip? He chuckled and smiled at me.
   "What's your name, Beautiful?"
   "Chelsea. Yours?" I gave him a big smile being a smart ass.
   "Justin." He shook my hand and kissed it. "Nice to meet you." There was an awkward pause of just staring until Justin broke the silence. "Shouldn't you be on your way home."
   "That's MY problem. My phone died."
   "Perfect excuse to invite you to my dressing room." He stood up and helped me up from the ground. "Come on." He smiled big, still held on to my hand and led me quickly. This was actually happening? It was too much.
   "Do you flirt with all your fans?" I asked smirking.
   "Only the ones who treat me normal." He smiled back at me as we stopped at the door. He opened it and Scooter, Pattie, and Kenny were sitting in it.
   "Where the hell have you been?.. Who's that?" Scooter got up from his chair using his hands while talking... or lecturing.
   "I was trying to go to the bathroom when I found a bunch of girls waiting for me just out side so I had to run all over the place and found her," Justin pointed to me, "This is Chelsea and she needs to get a hold of her ride, because her phone died."
   "Nice to meet you, Chelsea." Scooter seemed to soften. Pattie and Kenny waved and I did the same.
   "You too. This is an honor. You guys are all amazing." I smiled at them then looked up at Justin.
   "Here you can use my phone." Justin pulled out his iPhone and just never stopped smiling.
   "Thank you." I called my mom and hoped she'd pick up because I couldn't remember Ralph's number. There was no answer so I left her a voice mail and tried again. "She must be busy." I chewed on my nail. "Crap!" I hung up again and shook my head.
   "Who's busy, Dear?" Pattie looked concerned.
   "My mom. She's in Paris right now and I don't remember my mom's driver's number." I sat down in an empty chair next to me.
   "Paris. Woooo. Do yo need a ride home?" Justin asked.
   "Justin." Scooter eyed him.
   "It's fine. You need to get out of here."
   "It's not fine. I'm not going to just leave you here. I'm talking you home." Justin grabbed keys from a table in the room and grabbed my hand.
   "No you don't, Justin." Scooter had a stern look. I could tell her was stressed.
   "Come on, Honey. Maybe Kenny can take her home. You'd love to wouldn't you Kenny?" Pattie stated politely.
   "I'll call you." Justin took me out the door and around the back.
   "Justin!" Kenny, Pattie and Scooter where almost in sink.
   "Are you sure this is a good idea? What if you're followed?" I asked Justin dragging me along. "I'm not making even more trouble for you."
   "It's no trouble, Chelsea. I want to. I know a way we can go." He winked at me and went out an exit to a place in the back where we walked up to a Range Rover. Justin looked around and quickly got me in the car and drove slowly out of the area we were in. He rounded the corner and sped up. "Where do you live?" He tapped the steering wheel and kept his eyes on the road. I told him where and he rounded the corner.
   "I've always wanted a car like this. I kind-of don't know why." I shrugged and looked around in the car.
   "I'll buy you one." Justin smiled again and looked back at me for a second.
   "You're funny." I rolled my eyes.
   "So what do you want to be?" Justin asked after a few minutes.
   "Like life wise?"
   "Yes. Like life wise."
   "Well, I want to be a singer. Just like you. You're my biggest inspiration."
   "Really? Well thank you. How's that working out for you."
   "I don't even know what to do. I haven't been putting videos up on Youtube. I just haven't.. got to it."
   "Well you should. Can I hear you sing?"
   "Uh no." I laughed.
   "Come on. You're going to be singing in front of people for the rest of your like anyway ." He smiled and I said ok and did. He sat and listened until I was done.
   "You sound beautiful. You really need to be in the industry." He was serious now and nodding his head. I could tell he was tired. I could see it in his eyes.
   "Thank you. That really means a lot coming from you. Now it just needs to happen."
   "It will I promise." Justin smiled at me and then looked back at the road. I didn't know if I quite believed him.
   We rounded to my house and I checked the mirror on the side of the car just to see if anyone was following us. I think Justin was doing it too.
   "Here we are." Justin parked the car and leaned one arm on the steering wheel.
   "Thank you SO much. I hope it didn't get you into too much trouble."
   "Me too, but I enjoyed meeting you."
   "It was amazing to meet you. I enjoyed it too." I was about to open the car door. I really didn't want to and Justin's hand stopped me from doing so.
   "I'm going to be in town for a few more days. Can I take you out to dinner or something?" He put my hair back behind my ear and I was sure I was blushing like crazy. I could feel my cheeks flush.
   "I don't know. Maybe." Could I trust him? He could be just like every other asshole I've dated.
   "Well here's my number if you decided. I'd really love to see you again." He grabbed some paper and a pen out of the compartment, wrote it down and handed it to me. "Don't give it to anyone. That would be a problem."
   "OK, I wouldn't," I giggled, "Thank you again." I opened the car door, jumped out and walked to my front door. I waved back and he waved back.
   Once I got in the door I scooted down the door and put the number up to my chest. I sighed and smiled. Best day of my life so far.