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“And, one, two, three.” I said doing something simple. “And, one, two, three.” I repeated watching everyone. “Good. Joey point the toes more. I know it looks gay but you have to do it.”
“Are we done yet??” Justin whined.
“What time is it??” I asked looking around for a clock.
“It's 2:00.” Justin quickly responded.
“Yeah it's a day. Great job everyone. I assume you don’t practice at home but if you do great.” I made a weird face to my tactics. I'm really not a choreographer, I just dance well.
“Iz, could I talk to you in private??” Justin asked me across the room.
“Yeah.” I held up a finger to indicate I want some time. I packed my bag then headed over to him. “What's up??” I asked oblivious to the next thing to happen.
“I want her back.” He said.
“Selena??” I asked stupidly.
“Yeah. I don’t like the idea of her being with Horan. I don’t like it one bit.” He was pleading for my help through his words.
“So start talking to her about it.” I said it like he should have already known this, when in reality he should have.
“I need you to flirt with Horan. He needs to get away from her in order for me to be able to talk to her.”
“Ha. No. I will not play with this kid’s emotions. He could be a really nice person and I'm not going to hurt him for you to get someone back.” I stuck up my nose to that.
“Iz, I know he is nice. Just go with it for a bit.” Justin begged.
“Look, I'll help you get her back but not at the expense of others.” I said and started to walk to the door.
“Wait.”
“What??” I had stuff to do and I needed to get it done before I hang out with Mary tonight. She happened to leave that day at the park because she got a call from her parents saying she needed to come home. We made up and I now have three friends. Lu, Justin, and her. She can't know about Justin though because she happens to be a goober fan. I don’t mind impressing her with other things though. I have told her countless things about what Lu and I do; besides she’s Justin's back up dancer.
“Can I date you??” Justin threw it out there like vomit.
“What??” I laughed it off but for fear of him being serious I stopped.
“Like to make her jealous.” He said.
“Justin think about your fans and mine.” I reasoned. “It's not logical.” I sighed.
“I guess not.” He frowned.
“Just talk to her. Better yet I bet Horan would if you asked him.” I smiled and pushed the door open with my back. Justin gave me a weak smile and then I was out of there. He seemed to be really strung out on this. I walked home and enjoyed the breeze that was shaking the tree tops. A few people saw me and asked for an autograph, which was new, but I politely scribbled my name on something. I smiled at the fact my name was getting out there.
“Izallouis!” Someone yelled my name wrong.
“Hi there.” I said awkwardly.
“Could you dance for us??” One girl asked.
“I have a lot to do.” I felt guilty not being able to meet their demands but I really had to call my grandmum and Justin before he thinks I died and before she actually does die.
“Just show us something small. Please. We have been trying to find you.” The girl that said my name wrong smiled.
“What's a few minutes gonna hurt??” I shrugged it off and set down my bag on some bench. One girl pulled out her phone. I played some music on my iPod and started to do little jigs here and there. They laughed and cheered me on. Once I was done they lowered their phones and thanked me. I grabbed my stuff and politely exited the situation. I jogged to my new home now since I wasted time. Once inside Jessica looked at me from the kitchen. I ran upstairs paying her no attention and grabbed my phone from the charger I leave it on. I dialed up grandma and she answered right away.
“I wondered when I would hear from my famous little girl.” She was sounding thinner and thinner every day.
“I miss talking to you.” Was the only thing I thought to voice at the time.
“Well, I saw your videos on YouTube. That’s one way to get your name out there.” What was she talking about?? Whilst holding the phone and listening to her talk about grandpa I grabbed the new laptop in my room. I never had my own because Dad said I didn’t need one even though I begged. Justin on the other hand thought it was necessary that I have one and bought me one that has a built in camera so he may Skype me. I turned it on and logged on to YouTube.
“That’s great grandma. When do I get to come and visit you??” I asked her. I typed my name into the search box and up came a bunch of videos, mostly from the day in the park. Sure enough the one that was taken not even thirty minutes ago was in the lineup. I clicked one and turned the sound down. I noticed my hair flipping everywhere, which would have to be taken care of. I watched them as my grandmum talked and talked. I was listening and watching at the same time only because every word that slips out of her mouth matters to me.
“I love when we talk. Justin had a brilliant idea. He was thinking I could come and stay with you.” That caught my attention.
“What??” I asked shutting the laptop.
“He says he knows you didn’t want to leave me and that it would be easier for you if you had someone around you that you wanted around you.” She chuckled.
“He said that??” I was in shock. Justin knew I didn’t want to do this stupid move. I threw out the option of living with my mum but she wasn’t in the picture to begin with, grandma is too ill to be able to take care of me, and grandpa is so busy watching grandma he can't watch me either. I had no other choice. Justin told me he would help me when I needed it and he would be there when I wanted it; he said he would give me everything I asked for if I just made this an easy stay. He said he never wanted to see this happen and he feels bad so he was going to help me with anything and everything I needed. I told him one thing, I want to be famous but with my own name. He chuckled and said ‘kid, you got it.’
“He wants to ask the doctors if it would be logically ok to move me into the mansion so I am there with you. He cares about you and all you do is reject him. He's trying to look out for you.” She said. She started to cough and I waited to speak.
“Yes, I want you here! I need you grandma. I need to hear the funny stories about dad.”
“Oh I got one.” She was smiling. I couldn’t see her but I just knew. “When you were very little he had this diaper fiasco. He wanted to buy you the best diapers and he didn’t know which ones were so he would sit in an isle of the store and read every detail of the brand to know which one is the best. Just when he thought he found the best ones someone asked him if he needed help and it started all over again. Your father was so careful not to lose you he would hold you everywhere you two went. You were the best thing that happened to him.” She sounded choked up.
“I know. I miss him.” I said feeling tears.
“Hey, on a better note we will know in two weeks or less if Justin is able to move me to house care.” She tried to cheer me up but once I was in one of those moods there was no going back.
“I can't wait.” I said holding back more tears.
“Honey, don’t cry. If he had the choice to leave you he wouldn’t have. You grew up by his side. I'm sure he is just as lost as you are.”
“Grandma, you're not helping.” I chuckled through the sobs.
“Maybe you need to find another male figure to attach yourself to. I'm not saying just anyone. I feel you need someone that is just like your father, someone who is ambitious, outgoing, caring, and over protective.” She had her own little laugh at the last part but I didn’t because she's right. I need someone who will fill the love I had for my father.
“Grandma, I have to go. I'm so sorry I would love to stay and talk but I need to call someone important to me.” I smiled even though she couldn’t see it.
“Don’t worry, you know me, I'll call you and leave you a voicemail anyway.” She coughed.
“I love you.” I hate saying goodbye, so we don’t.
“I love you too sweetie.” She was humble in her voice and her heart. The phone clicked and she was gone. I dialed the one person I knew I needed to talk to right now.
“Hey.” He said.
“Justin when are you getting back??” I was almost in tears hearing his gruff husky voice.
“Izallouis is something wrong??” He asked sounding more alert.
“I miss you.”
“You miss your dad don’t you??” He knew it wasn’t him.
“Yes.” I broke down. I cried and he didn’t say a word. After twenty minute of my sobs and his silence, I calmed down and he spoke.
“I know we can't change the past but we can only make our future better. You need to take this passion and pain and turn it into something. I as a singer turn it into a song. You need to turn it into dance moves, tell your story. Tell everyone what has happened in the past month and what has been taken away from you. Izallouis you are stronger than you think when you apply your emotions to your work. I'm on tour so it could be months before I get a break but I will do everything I can to switch some dates around so I'm able to see you and Jessica.” He spoke with such a kindness that made me bleed tears.
“Thank you.” I took in his every word with consideration. He knew what to say to me when I was like this because sometimes he was there and not my father. That’s why he was the next best to take care of me.
“I promise something is going to happen and it's going to make everything a little easier. Someone is going to help fill your heart up and make you happy. Fame is going to be the perfect outlet for you. Izallouis you are a beautiful dancer and you are an amazing person. Those two things together make a threat. You are more than you think. Be strong and get up. No one is going to be able to replace your father. I won’t even try, but someone is going to help you come to terms when you are ready that he is gone. That could be me but –”
“Justin, I get it. Thank you.” I was over crying and ready to get over some things. First off YouTube wasn’t a bad place to get myself out there.
“I love you.” He said.
“Erm… yeah.”
“Too soon??” He asked.
“Yeah.” I giggled.
“I'll talk to you later.” He said and hung up. Justin number one was going to need to help me out. I'll call him later. I walked down to the kitchen and Jessica noticed me right away.
“You ok??” She was alert.
“Yeah, just needed to call some people.” I smiled and wiped my eyes to make sure there weren’t any tears left.
“Do you want to help me make dinner??” She asked. She sounded eager to have my help.
“Yeah.” I smiled. I might as well listen to grandma and start to let people in to make my stay here pleasant.
“Ok, if you want you can chop up these and I'll make the brownies.” She handed me a giant butcher knife. She started to mix a bunch of things into a bowl. “So Justin.” She said.
“Which one??” I looked at her.
“Bieber.”
“Nope, not what you're thinking. He wants Selena back.” I said already defending myself.
“Oh that’s a bummer. I like that kid. I'm sure Justin would have loved to come home to see that you two were together. He's a talent.” She winked at me then laughed at her gossiping.
“And he's also just a friend. I'm helping him get back with Selena and I'm teaching his dance team how to dance. There really isn’t anything special. He is more like a brother.” I said looking back at her again.
“I heard that’s what Selena said too.” Jessica was a catch. I laughed so much I had to set down the knife. She didn’t get what was so funny but I did; it was true.
“Jessica, you are great.” I gave her a smile.
“I have been told.” She chuckled. This was nice, her and I cooking around the abnormally large kitchen and joking about girl things. I never had a mum. Closest thing was my grandmum and I knew it wasn’t the same thing. Jessica was young and beautiful. This baby girl or baby boy they have is going to be extremely lucky. “We are making a lot of food for two people so if you have any friends you would want to bring over then call them up. The dining room seats six.” She said taking something to the oven.
“Thanks.” I grabbed my phone out and text Justin to come over with two friends. He text back saying he was on his way and his friends were too. I typed out Mary's message but then realized if Justin was coming she couldn’t. I deleted it and left it up to Justin and his two friends to be enough. Jessica was on the phone so I took out the pan from the oven. She spoke softly and left the room. As she was leaving the doorbell rang and I knew who it was so to be a decent host I answered. Justin was there with some flowers along with Lu and someone I had never met. “Hey come on in. Justin you know where the vases are in the kitchen, Lu you can sit at the table along with…”
“Jake.” He smiled. He was one of those character looking people. He looked squeaky clean and was wearing nice clothes. His hair was blonde and shaggy. He was like a nice dressed surfer. He joined Lu in the dining room as where I joined Justin in the kitchen. The roses were in a vase when I walked in.
“So thanks for coming tonight.” I smiled.
“Yeah. I love hanging out with you.” He said and put the roses on the table. Jessica came back from her phone conversation and jumped when she saw Justin.
“Hey Bieber. It's nice to know you could come.” She smiled at him and started to make up plates.
“Biel, it's nice to know you still cook.” Justin made a joke I didn’t understand and then they both laughed hysterically. It's an inside joke. Jessica was holding two plates in one hand and then motioned for me to get the rest. I got two plates and Justin grabbed the remaining one. We walked out to the dining room and I sat down my two plates for Lu and Jake. Jessica sat two for her and Justin. Justin sat down his one plate for me. Jessica and I started to eat without any hesitation whilst they looked at us.
“What??” I asked with a mouthful.
“Don’t you say grace??” Justin asked.
“Well… no, but we can.” Jessica said with a smile.
“Well I don’t want to bring you out of your comfort zone.” Justin shrugged.
“No, you are our guest, we can say grace.” Jessica smiled courteously.
“We don’t have to I just do. If you don’t mind.” Justin made a ball with his fists and started to mumble things. I never had to say anything before eating a meal. JC never really cared about what religious path I took. I mean he was Christian but he never pressed it on me. He wanted me to be my own person, and that’s what I'm going to do. Justin was done and then started to eat along with everyone else. We had great conversations about tours, dancing, friends, and family. Tonight was one night I would leave just the way it was.

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