26 July 2012
Sorry it's so short - and quite boring and vague. I had to put this in though otherwise it wouldn't have made much sense. Still, read it and ya know, tolerate it haha.
I sat on my bed, tossing my iPhone from left hand to right. He had to say yes. I was like his little Brother. He was my mentor. He told me "If you ever need anything, or got any problems, you give me a call". I'd never had to call before. Except that one time when I had... uh... girl problems (Don't judge, I was like, twelve). Come on man. Unlock your phone. Yes, that's it. Slide to unlock. Ok, good, keep going. Press contacts. Uhuh, you're half way there. Scroll, scroll, scroll, down to the little grey band with the U on it. Call. Press the number. Press it. PRESS IT NOW. Thank you. Ok, now hold it up to your ear, and listen. The little burring noise told me it was ringing, and I muttered to myself quietly "Pick up, pick up, pick up". There was nothing for the first five rings, and then: "Hello?". Yes! "Uh, Usher, hey man... how you been?". Nervous much? "Good, good. You sound kinda jumpy, you alright?" he detected the uneasy tone to my usually calm voice. "Yeah, I just uh... I got a favour to ask". "Anything for you my brother". See? He will say yes. "Can I borrow your beach house?" I babbled. "You want to borrow my beach house? Which one?". Haha. Which one. How many did he have? "The one in Malibu. You know, Morning View Drive?" I stuttered. "How long?". "Uhh... I'm not sure yet. A while". "What's the reason?". "I want to take my friend there, Drew". "Drew Texas?". "How'd you know?" Seriously?. "Dude you're Justin Bieber. You and Drew are all over the news" he chuckled. Huh. All over the news. I guess I hadn't been watching MTV or looking in TMZ recently. Actually, being with Drew, I kinda forgot I was a popstar. Oops. Haha. "Oh right, so uh, can I borrow it for a while?". "Like I said, anything for you brutha". After that, we talked for a bit and Usher gave me the directions to the house from the airport, before we said goodbye and hung up. Now for the next call. Scooter, my manager. I had to tell him I was ditching work for another few months. If I never write again, it's because he's flown to Texas just to strangle me. Ok, here I go...
Scooter murdered me. Not physically, but audibly. He yelled and shouted at me saying how ridiculous this was and how I was jeopardising my career. My Mom ended up snatching the phone off me and talking quietly to Scooter in the other room for over half an hour. Drew and India had gone back home because I hadn't entirely sorted out this whole "California" thing yet. Xbox seemed boring. Playstation seemed too hard. TV just didn't look appetising. My Mac gave me no interest whatsoever. I was out of luck. No entertainment whilst my Mom convinced my manager into letting me "Ruin My Entire Career" as he had put it. I think he was overreacting. I also think he's on a diet, so he's a bit crazy right now. My Mom smiled when I whispered that, and nodded in confirmation. Haha. I wish Drew was here. I wish she was here to smile at me and blush when I slid my eyes down her perfectly sexy body. Shut up brain, stop picturing that. Brain: Can't help it man, she's hot. Me: Leave her alone doofus. Brain: Technically, if I left her alone, so would you, cuz we're one thing and you're telling yourself to leave her alone. You're also calling yourself a doofus, which is pretty funny. Me:.... What? Ugh, you make no sense. Brain: I'm a frickin' brain man, I make more sense than you ever will. Ignore it. It's stupid. Brain: You're stupid for calling your brain stupid. You're calling yourself stupid, stupid. God it's annoying up there. Brain: Calling yourself annoying ;). Right. Stop it. Just, stop. Stop everything. Cut it out, you're annoying me. I mean, I'm annoying me..... what? Screw it, move on. Where was I? Oh right, yeah, wishing Drew was here. I wish India was here too. She's sweet, and it feels like we're kind of a family when the three of us are together. A screwed up, dysfunctional family. I'm the screwed up and dysfunctional part, there's nothing wrong with them. My Mom walked into my room at that moment, a pitying frown on her face. Awww. He said no. Well, screw him, I'm going anyway. Her frown turned into a mischievous grin "He said yes!" she squealed like a little girl. Yeah, I knew he would, he loves me ;). Secretly. When he's not trying to kick my ass for being... well, an ass.
The next part will be better, I promise :D xxx
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