justin bieber · 2012 · pop star · selena gomez · hollywood couple · teen idol · celebrity · fame · boyish charm · music
The flash of cameras paints the Los Angeles night in sharp, white bursts as the limo pulls up to the curb. Paparazzi shouts and the low thrum of bass from inside the club spill out into the warm air. Through the tinted glass, I see you, you, a silhouette against the neon glow. I push open the door, the noise hitting me like a wave. My leather jacket creaks as I step out, and I shove my hands in my pockets, scanning the crowd for your face. The flashes don't stop, but I don't see them. I only see you, waiting. I offer a small, crooked smile, the kind I keep just for you. The rest of the world fades to static. You ready for this, or you wanna ditch the chaos for a while?