Selena's POV:

"I'm just crossing Times Square now." I spoke, shifting the phone to my other hand trying to wiggle my way through the mass of people.  "Okay, I'm at the hairdresser's but I was thinking we should go for a mani-pedi sometime this week.What do you say?" Natasha's high-pitched voice answered. I could hear the rustling of aluminum foil and blow dryers in the background. "Sure. Are you getting highlights by the way?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows. Natasha's never changed the colour of her hair. It was naturally almost black and she loved it. "Yes, I just wanted a change, you know? I was tired of the darkness. I'm also getting a new haircut." I could picture her smiling at her reflection in the mirror like she always does. It doesn't matter where we are or if there's not a mirror, she's always looking for a reflective surface; a spoon, a car, a window to contemplate herself.  "Can't wait to see it." I faked excitement because deep inside I was dreading how she could turn out to look. I only hope she doesn't go blonde or something. She giggled. "So where are you going now?" she asked. "Just home, I went to see my mother again. She's working like crazy in the new designs and wanted my help." I made a pause upon noticing a big circle of people in the middle of the street. "I'll call you later Nat, I have to go." I didn't give her time to reply with her goodbye and just hung up and stuffed my phone in my purse. Curiosity got the best of me, as always, and I found myself walking to the group of people gathering around something. I peeked through the holes between people heads but I couldn't see anything. Then my ears registered a voice coming from the center of the circle. "You mean to me, what I mean to you, and together baby, there is nothing we won't do." I recognized the song to be With You by Chris Brown. Actually, the boy singing was good, he hit all the notes flawlessly and to add to the perfection of his voice, he was also playing the guitar. His voice sounded somewhat familiar but I couldn't put my finger on who it belonged to. I took advantage of a couple that was walking away to sneak into the circle and make my way closer to the boy singing. After a few excuse me's, I was in the front row and my mouth fell open at the sight. The boy was looking down at his guitar, probably because there were about 30 people surrounding him and that must be embarrassing but I knew who that dirty blonde hair belonged to. This time, it wasn't spiked up like usual, it was falling messily on his forehead. "Oh girl! I don't want nobody else. Without you there's no one left then, you're like Jordans on Saturday. I gotta have you and I cannot wait now. Hey, little shawty, say you care for me. You know I care for you. You know.. that I'll be true. You know that I won't lie. You know that I will try, to be your everything." I listened to the beautiful voice and I found myself smiling at the fact that he was such a good singer. At his feet was a guitar case and judging by all the coins and even bills in it, he was doing a good job. "With you, with you, with you, with you, with you, girl. With you, with you, with you, with you, with you." he finished the song, sliding his fingers across the strings one last time and everyone began cheering and clapping. Some people left more money in the case earning a thankful smile from him. Who knew he would do busking for a living? When everyone was dispersing, I approached him with a couple of coins I had left and let them fall to join the others. He lifted his gaze mumbling a nice 'Thanks' but when he saw me, his expression changed to one of complete astonishment.  "Selena?" he asked in disbelief while gathering all the money and throwing it in his backpack.  I nodded and smiled. "You have an amazing voice, Justin." I complimented, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Thank you." he smiled, gratefulness dancing in his eyes. I thought that was cute. He leaned down to put the guitar – which by the way, looked like it was from the World War I time – inside its case, closing the zipper and adjusting the strap in his shoulder. The silence was interrupted by a thunder and we both looked up at the sky to see threatening dark grey clouds and a lightning following afterwards. "Seems like it's gonna rain huh?" I said awkwardly. It doesn't usually feel awkward when I'm with Justin, because he always has something to say, even if it's to annoy me but this time, I think he was still bewildered that I had seen him singing. I don't see the problem but guys are weird.  "Yeah.." he trailed off, confirming my suspicions that he was feeling uncomfortable.  A single drop of rain hit my bare hand but it soon would be followed by thousands more. Storms are pretty common here in New York, as much as I don't like them. "Wanna go to Starbucks until it stops raining?" I asked, noticing there was one just around 50 meters away. "Okay." he said, unsure as to why I was asking him to come. Honestly, I don't know why I was but I kind of wanted to get to know him better. We managed to get there in dry clothes and I cursed under my breath for not bringing an umbrella. My house was near, like 15 minutes walking, but I didn't want to walk them in the pouring rain. "What do you want to get?" I questioned, getting my wallet out of my purse. When he didn't answer I looked at him.  "I've never been here to be honest so I don't know what to order." he scratched the back of his neck and looked back at me like he was fearing I would laugh at him for it. I mean, it's strange that he's never been to Starbucks - taking into consideration that there is one in every corner of this city – but I don't find it funny. "Well, do you like coffee?" I smiled reassuring him that I wasn't gonna mock him.  "Yup." he said popping the 'p'. "Okay then." When it was our time to order, I asked for two iced coffees. "That will be £5.40." the cashier said smiling politely. I handed her a £10 note, earning a frown from Justin. "Let me pay."   Aw, what a gentleman. The voice in the back of my head squealed. "No. I told you to come so I pay." I said nicely but leaving it clear. He sighed. He was looking innocent today, way too cute for a person that is "everything but cute" as he said it himself.  "Fine. But I owe you a coffee then." he winked, coming back to his playful self. Yeah, forgot I even said he was looking innocent today. "I take your word." I mimicked his wink but I ended up blinking both my eyes. He chuckled. "You can't wink?!" he gasped like it was the most important ability in the world. "I think it's pretty obvious I can't." I was kind of annoyed because he always found a way to make fun of me. "I'll teach you." he said in a professional tone, making me laugh. He brought two fingers to my left eye and held it open – one of his fingers under my eyebrow and the other on my cheekbone - softly to not hurt me. Meanwhile he told me to blink with the other one. I did as I was told but my left eye tried to close under his grip. We both ended up bursting into laughter and earning glares from the people who were quietly sipping their beverages and typing on their computers or talking to their friends. "Two iced coffees?" someone cleared their throat next to us, making us snap our heads towards them. It was a red haired boy with the green apron which meant he worked here. He looked boringly at us and handed us the two plastic glasses. I got a little red from the embarrassment. "Thank you." I mumbled, before turning around and looking around the big café to find a couple of spare seats. It was crowded, like every time it rains. "Damn, the armchairs are all taken." I whined. I always like the comfy armchairs better than the hard chairs but this time, they will have to do.  "You're such a child." Justin chuckled next to me. "Says the mature one." I stuck my tongue out at him. We finally found a free table with two chairs, next to the window. I put the drinks down while Justin rested his guitar against the glass next to his backpack. The streets were almost empty and people gathered inside the numerous cafes and buildings roofs. It was pouring heavily and the drops hit the glass next to me sliding down in little rivers, making it look like they were racing. "This tastes good." Justin pointed, bringing me back to reality. I caught him sipping from the green straw and looking at me. "I'm glad you like it." I grinned. "How comes you've never been to Starbucks?" I asked. "There aren't any Starbucks in the Bronx." he explained, shrugging. The two girls that were sitting in the nearest table snapped their head towards us and gulped, looking at me with a scared expression. Justin saw them and snorted. "What? Do you find eavesdropping other people's conversations nice?" The girls immediately shook their heads and looked away terrified. Justin smirked in satisfaction. "Poor girls." I glanced back at them but they were no longer there. "I hate nosy bitches." he hissed. I was a bit taken aback by the darkness of his voice and he must have noticed because he instantly softened his expression. The black eye he had the other day was still visible but it didn't look half as bad as it did a few days ago. Now it gave him the aura of a bad guy – which he already was, bruised or not – making him look kinda sexy. Okay not kinda, just sexy. "Sorry." he apologized when he saw the fear in my eyes. I nodded signaling everything was fine. "So where were we?" he asked. "You were saying you love the coffee I chose." I said proudly. "Oh yeah, it's really good." he took another sip and at the same time, I gulped down from my own. "You're a great coffee chooser, if that even exists." he stated. "I don't think so but thanks." I laughed.  A small silence fell up on us and I had too many questions to ask Justin to leave it hanging there. "So.. why don't we play 20 questions?" I suggested. It was the perfect excuse to ask him what was eating me alive. Yes, you guessed it, I'm a very curious person.  "Okay." he replied, setting his drink on the table and looking at me expectantly. "Great, I'll start." I rested my elbows on the table and intertwined my fingers thinking of what I should ask first. "Okay, why do you busk in the streets?" I ask. "Easy. I need money. I don't have a permanent job so I have to do whatever I can to earn money for my family." he explained. I was about to open my mouth to talk when he continued. "My turn." he said. Oh yeah, I had forgotten this game goes like this. We both have to ask questions. Damn, only God knows what he'll ask. "Do you have a job?" he asked. "No. I mean, with school, picking Tommy up and helping my mother.. I don't really have time." I shrugged. I'm honestly of the lazy type. I would do whatever I can in order to make myself busy so my parents don't make me work. "What does your Mum work as?" Justin asked. Seems like he was a curious person too. "I reckon it's my time to ask." I said, in a perfect British accent, making him laugh. "You can ask two questions after too." he tried to mimic the accent but failed miserably.  I broke into fits of giggles. "Oh my gosh, your British accent is so bad." I laughed. He stuck his tongue out at me and grabbed his coffee again, playfully rolling his eyes. "Who's the childish one now?" I mocked. He cracked a smile. "Answer." he said. "My Mum is a fashion designer." I said, running my fingers through the length of my hair that was tangled.  "Doesn't surprise me. You always dress so.." he struggled to find a word, probably trying not to hurt my feelings but by the way he always eyes my clothes, I could tell he regarded them as not of his like. "So.." I trailed off. "I don't know, so Manhattan girl." he finally said. "Maybe because I'm from Manhattan." I chuckled. "But thanks for telling me you don't like the way I dress." I looked out in the street where the rain was less heavy now. "I didn't say that." he held his arms in defense. I sent him a death glare.  "Okay, sorry. Your clothes are fine but they're too princess-like." he made weird gestures with his hands causing me to laugh. "I thought that's why you called me Princess." I crooked and eyebrow. "Yeah it is. You look like you had just come out from a Disney movie." he pointed at my light pink blouse with his eyes. "I love Disney Princesses so shut up." I harshly said, folding my arms across my chest. He snorted. "How old are you again?" he was snickering and for some odd reason, I found it cute, even when I was the object of his mocking. "I never told you, but it's my time to ask." I kept on my offended position even though I just thought it was funny how we were animatedly talking. He kind of made me feel comfortable around him, despite his dangerous appearance. "Okay, shoot." he eventually stopped snickering. "Do you go to school?" I had the feeling that I already knew the answer but I was hoping he would elaborate. "Nope." he popped the 'p' and slouched down on his seat some more so he was more comfortable. I rolled my hands, signaling him to tell me more and he sighed. "I finished school last year and I'm not planning on going to college. I hate studying and I don't have money or time to go." he explained. "How old are you?" he looked like he could easily be 20 by the way he acted and his built but something in his childish behavior told me otherwise. "18. 19 in March." he replied carelessly, not even looking at me. So I wasn't so wrong. "That's cool. I can't wait to be 18." I sighed holding my head in my hands. I just imagined the freedom I would have when I was finally legal but unfortunately, I was far from it. He suddenly snapped his head towards me. "Wait, how old are you?" his brows were pulled together in confusion. I was a bit embarrassed to say I was still 16. I looked like such a child compared to him. "16. 17 in November." Yes, at least my birthday was soon but it sucks being one of the youngish of the Senior Year. "Aw, you're such a baby." he cooed, making fun of me yet again. I reached my arm and hit him in the shoulder. "I'm not a baby. In fact, you thought I was older, didn't you?" I smirked.  He rubbed the spot where I had hit him even though I couldn't have hurt him. "I will go to your birthday party as long as there's no Mozart playing in the background." he completely ignored my question but his reference to our little conversation about Mozart got me almost laughing. "Who said you're invited?" I put on my best rude face.  "Shawty, a party is not a party if I'm not there." he stated cockily. Now I'm his Shawty? I have to admit that his nicknames make me feel tingly inside. I rolled my eyes. By this time, we weren't respecting the turns in the game so I stopped caring about who had to ask now.  "What school do you go to?" Justin asked, finishing his coffee and leaving the empty glass on the table. I noticed the straw was chewed. I used to chew on my straws when I was little but my mother always scolded me. Stupid topic, I know. Then I realized he had asked me a question and was waiting for my answer. "Saint Jude's. You know it?" I asked. "No, but it sounds posh and private." he said it sort of bitterly which upset me a bit because I didn't even chose to go to that school and it wasn't that bad. It was actually similar to the one that appears in Gossip Girl. "Are you one of those people who judge a book by its cover?" I blurted out. "If I did, I wouldn't be here." he said staring straight into my eyes, like he was annoyed that I had thought that. "Yeah, I guess." to lighten the mood; I added. "So I'm not that bad then?" I smirked. "Nah. You're posh and girly and all but you're bearable." he shrugged, suppressing a smile. "Thank you?" it came out more as a question than a statement.  "Do your parents force you to go pick your brother?" he suddenly asked, breaking the small tension that had formed among us. "No, I just love doing it." I said truthfully. I love my little brother to pieces. "I thought you only came to see me." he winked and I rolled my eyes again. "Of course, because you're the centre of the universe, Justin." I moved my head to the sides jokingly. He sent me a toothy grin and I couldn't stop myself from smiling back. "Stop it." I said. "Stop what?" he asked in confusion. "Grinning like that. You look like a creep." I say. "I know you love my smile." he sent me another one of his infamous smiles. I let it drop so he would stop being so cocky and asked a new question. "What other jobs do you have besides busking?" I knew he would most likely not tell me and I knew I would most likely not want to know but the curious part of me can't shut up. "Jobs." he stated simply, giving me the hint to drop it. "I already know that. But what jobs?" I insisted. He remained silent, looking outside in the street where it had totally stopped raining. "You can trust me. I'm not gonna tell anyone." I promised and he finally glanced at me. "You don't wanna know." he mumbled. I was probably going too far into the subject and I was afraid he would snap at me but I insisted. "The same way I don't wanna know why you had a black eye? Or how I don't wanna know what happened between you and my brother?" I raised my voice slightly, lowering it again when I remembered we were in a public place. "Remember what I said about nosey bitches?" he put on a colder voice that almost made me shiver. Yes, I do. He doesn't like them. I decided to shut up and just let it be even though curiosity was eating me alive. It's none of my business what he does for a living but when it involves my brother, I think I have a right to know. We were both wearing serious matching expressions on our faces as we looked at the window. Then I saw a familiar face stepping out of a black Mercedes. "Shit."  Justin looked at me, startled to hear me cursing. "Quickly, pretend you're my cousin from Tennessee okay?" I quickly said, worry tinting my brown eyes. "What?" Justin had a look of complete confusion but I didn't have time to explain him before Nate spotted me and walked to our table. "Selly, what are you doing here?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows and eyeing Justin. "I'm just catching up with my cousin, Justin." I lied putting on a fake smile to accompany the act. "I didn't know you had a cousin." he furrowed his eyebrows even more. "That's because he's not from the city, he's from Tennessee, right Justin?" I switched my gaze to him, pleading with my eyes for him to follow me. "Yeah." he nodded, looking at Nate. "Well, nice to meet you Justin." he stuck his hand out for him to shake. Justin looked unsure, like he had never done a handshake before but finally took his hand. "You too." he said. "I have to go now, Natasha's waiting in the car." he jabbed a finger at his Mercedes that was double-parked across the street. It was my time to furrow my eyebrows. "Natasha?" I could make out a little figure in the passenger's seat but her hair was falling, hiding her face. "Yeah, she asked me to pick her up from the hairdressers and we're heading home now." he explained. "Oh." was all I said, clearly annoyed that he spends more time with his neighbour than with me. He leaned down to peck my lips. "I'll see you on Monday. Have fun." and with that, he disappeared. "Okay, what was that?" Justin, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke. "None of your business." I spat, with the same attitude he had used towards me. "It is when I've been directly involved." he snorted. I sighed. "Nate is my soon-to-be-boyfriend and Natasha is my best friend, well one of them." I vaguely explained.  "Your soon-to-be-boyfriend? Really?" he snorted again. He was getting on my nerves. "And why did he call you Selly? What a stupid nickname?" he said. "Because yours are much better, right? Besides, it's not a nickname, it's my name." I said. "I thought your name was Selena." He crooked an eyebrow questioningly. "My full name is Selena Marie Gomez and Selly is one of my nicknames." I hate how it sounds when you say it like that because it seems taken from a Latin soap opera. "I like Sel better than Selly. It sounds too posh, even for you." Justin pointed, finally getting out of his confusion.  "People at my school think otherwise so I'm Selly there. It sounds more classy to them." I shrugged. It really is weird that people call you two different names. "I see." Justin looked like he was in deep thought. "Do you have Italian family or something?" he asked. "Yes, my mother parents are Italian so she wanted me to have some Italian influence on my name." I said. "That's cool." he stated, flatly. "What's your full name?" I propped myself in my elbows, inching closer to him. "Promise you won't laugh." he jabbed a finger at me warningly. "I'll try not to." I joked. His eyes warned me this time. "Alright, I promise." I say. "Justin Drew Bieber." he blurted out fast.  "Drew, like Drew Barrymore?" I asked widening my eyes and my mouth. I stiffened a laugh. "Remember you promised not to laugh and I don't think you wanna know what happens when you break a promise you made me." his stern face and cold voice made all my intentions to laugh fade away. Justin can become really scary when he puts on this assassin face. "I didn't laugh. In fact, I like Drew. It sounds cute." I smiled like a child.  "For the last time, I'm not cute-" I cut him off before he could finish. "I know, I don't wanna know what happens to people who call you cute." I finished for him. He chuckled. "Exactly." Now I think it's safe to say I'm starting to get Justin Bieber. Or should I say, Justin Drew Bieber?