Ariana Grande
In A Plane
Monday, 3:24 am
"I'm tired!" I tell Justin.
"Six minutes. You can make it."
"I hate you so much. You better be glad we have three days to do nothing in Brazil."
"I am glad. If you make it till 3:30, you get $100. You know that."
"I don't need $100 from you. I make my own money, remember?"
"You've made it this far. You can do it, I believe in you."
"I'm going to sleep."
"Ariana, please. Five minutes, now."
"Justin, please. I'm tired, and I wanna go to the beach tomorrow so I need to sleep tonight."
"You can sleep in five minutes."
"Or I can sleep now."
"If you close your eyes, I'll scream in your ear."
"You're so annoying. I hate you so much."
"Love you too. Come on." Justin grabs my hand and pulls me out of my chair.
For the last five minutes of this deal, we walk up and down the aisle, then I immediately leave Justin's side and sit back down.
"Good night. If you even touch me, I will strangle you." I say.
"Night, babe. Hope you sleep well." Justin says with the most innocent smile on his face.
"I still hate you."
"No you don't. Now go to sleep."
I roll my eyes before closing them and allowing myself to drift off into sleep.
8:12 am
"Ariana..." Justin sings.
"We're here." He finishes.
"No we're not. We're not there until I feel like waking up."
"Okay. Well, me and Scooter are going to the hotel, so you can stay on the plane, and we'll see you later. Bye." I open my eyes, only to see Justin still sitting there staring at me.
"I'm not leaving you, and you know it. Come on."
I groan, allowing him to pull me out of my chair. I grab my backpack and follow Justin and Scooter off of the plane.
We get our bags and walk to the rental car place. Scooter gets our car, the one Justin made him get, an Audi A8, the car he wants when he gets a car. It doesn't take long to get to the hotel, and I'm the first one in the room and in the bed.
Instead of a Presidential suite on the top floor, we were in two adjoining rooms on the third floor. I liked it much better because there was less unnecessary space and we were lower to the ground.
"What time do you two brats wanna go to the beach?" Scooter asks.
"We're not brats, and we'll go when Ariana wakes up." Justin says.
"Whatever. I'll be in my room if you need me."
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What's Real
Fanfiction*The title is not a question, it's a statement. And I know they might not look twelve, but they are.* Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber are 12 year old pop stars, both under the same manager, Scooter Braun. While on their first world tour together, J...
