A best friend is someone who you can spend the rest of your life with, without hesitation. They know your secrets, your strengths, your weaknesses and what you like to eat. Who’s my best friend? Let’s just say we practically share the same identity. 
“Derek” I yelled out, trying to do a kick flip on my board on my front lawn. “Do you have your money?!” he yelled back. I checked my left pocket for some dollar bills I left in there last weekend. 5 dollars was enough for a burger right? “Yeah! Get your ass out here. Let’s go!” And I scraped my wheels down the pavement of Los Angeles. We rode a couple blocks before we saw our first intersection light. I skidded to a halt with Derek right behind me. “Hey, check it out. Your ex girl is right across from us.” Derek pointed straight into the horizon, a couple feet away, and was absolutely right. Pink blouse, mini skirt, and a whole lot of smile on her face while she held her new boyfriend’s hand. The light suddenly turned green and we skated onward, dreading to look her in the eye. But that didn’t go as planned. “Justin! Hi! What a surprise to see you here,” she grinned devilishly while tightening her grip on her boyfriend’s hand. “You know we live on this street, Selena,” Derek scoffed loudly and was about to skate off when Selena’s boyfriend swayed his arm out towards him. “Hey, don’t give my girlfriend attitude you little prick,” he spat. Derek’s eyes grew wider and his fists clenched. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he growled angrily. “Dude, it’s alright. Let’s go,” I said anxiously. I didn’t need another fight with this guy. “No!” Derek shouted, “He can’t tell me what I can and can’t do or say when around his skanky little girlfriend!” And just like that, punches were thrown. Next thing I know, I’m on this guy’s back, grabbing him in a headlock while Derek punched him in the gut. Selena screeched in the background begging for us to stop. Suddenly, we heard police sirens. Our instinct kicked in and dramatically bolted out of there without warning. “Come on let’s go, let’s go!” I shouted and skated as fast as I could with Derek trailing behind. A few miles along, we stopped and took a breath. Derek busted out laughing and I fell to the floor in hysterics. “Oh man, that guy was totally gay!” Derek groped the side of his body to keep from collapsing. “Right?! He was actually holding my ass while I had him in a headlock. Oh God, what a scene.” I laughed. We gathered ourselves and skated side by side. “Hey, weren’t we on our way to get a burger?” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and skated on.
You best friend is there through the worst of times, but also the best. They’re there for always, and that’s that. 
Cock the gun. Day after day, I have to be a role model. Day after day, I have to stay strong for those fans that constantly doubt me. Day after day, I have to fight these battles that I sometimes cannot fathom in my head. Day after day, I just get tired of it. Your heartless words mean nothing to me. Your insults and your bickering make me stand taller than the average pop star these days. But what happens when my OWN fans crash and burn in front of me? What happens when THEY insult me and want to HURT ME? Why does it have to become such a chaotic tidal wave when it comes to these things? Why does every aspect of my life have to be speculated under 31 million magnifying glasses each and every day? I’m not tired of the fame. I’m not tired of the smiles and the laughter and the music I put out there. I’m tired of the hurting. I’m tired of the sadness that splits upon you when I do something wrong or when I decide to do something stupid just because I felt like being a regular teenager for once. I want to party, I want to hang out with my friends, I want to experiment normal teenage things and be a normal person like everyone else. I want to fulfill my adolescence and carry on a stupid act without being put down for it by the millions who love me. Your boyfriend does it, your mom used to do it, your cousins do it on occasion. Why am I any different? I’m going in and out of venues every night, catching up with my fans to see if they’re alright, making sure to not run out of breath and waiting for the next day and hoping something good happens next. Don’t let my mistakes affect you. Don’t create problems that are caused by ME and MY decisions. This is my life, my world, my mind is full of shit that you probably see on a daily basis. Please, let me be. If not, just pull the trigger.  
Tyler Bieber 

Lay me across the Arctic Sea 
And I will slowly descend from my greed
It’s cold out here in the shallow end 
But what happens if I drown instead? 
She likes the way my soft, lips taste
And the way it has her scream and makes
Her squirm, like a dying fish
Upon the shore of brown sand and risks
Baby please, don’t leave me now
I’m not a player, but I just don’t know how
To settle down and be the guy
Who will buy you flowers instead of ice 
Diamonds, rings, gems and beads
You shall never see that come from me 
Lay me across the thorny vine
And make me weak with your chilled spine 
Goosebumps grow between your legs 
Each chapter urges me to turn the page 
And when you kiss me so gracefully 
Oh darling, you know, it drives me crazy

To Be Continued…
Silence filled the room. “Move,” I whispered in my mind. I’m going to give her what she deserves. Shiny legs, goosebumps on her arm, twinkle in her eye and slow adjustments. I maneuvered myself towards where she was sitting. She smiled up at me, as if I didn’t already know what was coming. She touched my arm slightly, trying to grab at my waist. A laughed escaped my lips. “You ready?” I spoke out in heavy breaths. She nodded and bit her lip tightly. I hovered over her, holding out one arm while my hand touched her shoulder. I couldn’t help but kiss her. It would be wrong though. Looking over my shoulder, imagining my girlfriend standing there; arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. What do you think you’re doing? Why are you so close to her? If you lay even the slightest part of your lip against hers I will destroy you. Her echoed voice rang in my hollowed brain. I didn’t care, it doesn’t mean anything. Just a small peck. It would make her night. So I did the unthinkable, and kissed her. I could smell the sweat beads that raced down my cheek. What did I just do? The room rumbled like an earthquake. Was it my conscience speaking to me? I picked myself up after the light head tilt. Her gaze was priceless, she was on the edge of breaking down. She squeezed the side of my waist, wanting more. But I couldn’t give it to her. Not here, not now. “I’m sorry,” I said and walked over to the far side of the room. I gathered my thoughts and looked up into the light. I wiped the sweat off the bottom of my lip. It was time to sing out loud. “There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!” And the crowd went into a frenzy. Kissing a fan onstage? Not my usual scene. But you can’t help what you feel. You can’t help what you think about. 
“Come on man, it’s about time you start going out again,” Ryan playfully punched my arm as he opened the door to my house. I sighed. “Look, I know you mean well and you want me to go out, but I just don’t think it’s time. I can’t stand the…..judgement.” Ryan rolled his eyes and looked at Christian for reassurance. “Well, when you’re done being a girl, be sure to call us.” And he stepped out of the doorway with Christian walking behind him. I love my best friends, I do. But did they really want people to stare the whole night and look at me as if I just killed the president? Christian turned quickly, trying to get me to change my mind. I just sat there, looking at him. His eyes yearned for my resistance. He wanted me to stop thinking about what people would think and just have fun for once. I threw my arms up in the air and nodded. “What the hell.” And I made my way towards the door. Ryan yelped out in excitement, “The boys are BACK, baby!” We arrived at the party around 11 PM. The house just started to create all sorts of colors inside. I missed this. I missed jumping around, laughing, getting wasted and flirting with girls. I missed being with people who didn’t give the slightest fuck about anything. When school was over, the animals came out to play. The bass dropped down like rain sliding upon a glass window. My whole body started to shake from the speakers and I loved every minute of it. But people started to stare. Guys would stop chugging with their red cups just to watch me pass by. Make-up caked girls stopped to drop their glittery jaws. Everyone pretty much created a silent fog around me, waiting for me to do something interesting. I gulped hard. I knew this would suck. I knew people would judge. I knew it, I knew it. But suddenly, a girl walked right up to me. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself. “Selena Marie,” she said confidently and I shook her scented palm. “Justin Bieber.” People stopped staring after a couple minutes and started dancing again. Pretty soon, we were all laughing and sweating our faces off. I made my way toward the front door to get some fresh air. Selena followed. She sat on a bench and looked at me. She didn’t judge, didn’t snark an attitude, just stared. I smiled, “What?” I asked. She crossed her arms and laughed, “You’re incredible, you know that?” I chuckled. “Why? Because I’m in a wheel chair but I can still dance?” She giggled and shook her head. “No. Because you came to this party, rolled around with everyone staring at you, and decided not to give a fuck.” I sparked a full smile. “Well, if everyone wants to stare, might as well give them a show.” 
Is there anything you want to tell Justin or do with him before you die? One day with Justin Bieber. Hmm, well, what WOULD I do? I would ask him about how his day was going at the moment. I would tell him that his hair looks sexy pushed back. I would tell him that his music really pushes me to try and be successful with my own. I would shoot basketball hoops with him, then go get a burger because I’d be famished after a hard game. I would sing him a song, then be embarrassed because he would break out into perfect pitch in return. I would play tag with him inside a ball pit. I would go swimming with him. I would go on the tallest roller coaster with him, despite the fact that I am deathly scared of roller coasters. I would tell him that he is a great brother and that hopefully one day his younger siblings grow up to be like him. I would tell him that day after day, I admire him a little more. His growth over the years has surprised all of us, and we can’t grasp the fact that he’s almost going to be 20, 25, 30 and so on. I would run away with him to the streets of L.A. and just do random shit with him. I would want to cuddle with him at least once, just to see how Selena feels. I would want to go to the roof of the tallest building and scream at the top of my lungs with him. I would want to paint with him, then have a paint fight. I would want to take loads of pictures with him. I would want to go to the beach with him and build a badass sand castle. I would tell him that he means the world to me, even if I don’t show it most of the time. I may not be the craziest fan, but I will always support him no matter what the cost is. A lot of people give him crap about everything in his life, but they don’t know him like we do. But if they spent at least ONE day with him, they’d respect him a little bit more. If I spent one day with Justin Bieber, I would tell him that I love him very much. And to never give up on his dream, even if he is living it every day. 
Hey mom, how’s it going? Can you believe it? I’m almost 30 now. Man, time does indeed fly. Anyways. I just wanted to how you were doing. My career is still shining bright. Yes, Justin Bieber is still shining. Haha. To think, this all started because of you. You are my everything mom. And I’m sorry if I don’t say it enough. You were there for me since I was a newborn child. You never gave up. You still don’t give up on me. Even if I am married and have 2 kids running by my side. You’re always there to watch over me. Every song I write is for you. My life would be nothing if it weren’t for you. Late nights without a dad, but still staying up after you come home from work to read to me. Always cheering me on at my soccer games. Encouraging me to keep drumming on those little plates that we used to have cause we couldn’t afford drums. Finally taking Scooter’s calls so that he could leave me alone. Flying me to Atlanta to meet him. Being the stage mom you never really wanted to be. Being there for me when my first album when platinum. Winning my first award. Singing along when we filmed ‘Never Say Never.’ Meeting Selena for the first time and loving her. Celebrating my 18th birthday with me. Being there when Boyfriend first went on iTunes. And much much more. I hope you never stop being proud of me. I am proud of you mom. For sticking up and just supporting me every step of the way. I want to say thank you. Thank you for what you’ve done. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. And I don’t think anyone can disagree. I love you so much mom. Happy Birthday. 
Love, your son. Justin Drew Mallette Bieber. 
Growing up won’t bring us down. I remember I heard ‘One Time’ for the first time. I remember falling in love with the little boy who danced around and sang about puppy love. I remember saying to myself, ‘I think I have a crush on him! But he’s so little.’ A few months went by when ‘One Less Lonely Girl’ came out. I said to myself, ‘Oh to dance with him would be my biggest dream.’ I remember the videos of you singing on stage for your family, and JUST for your family. I remember you sitting in front of that theater in Canada, scraping up money for your single mom. I remember not knowing anything about you. It’s kind of funny actually. It’s like we’re in a relationship, yet I’m the only one who knows about it. I know your habits, most of what you do throughout the day, your favorite color, your family members and your best friends. I know you’ve been tired lately and you’re fed up with everyone crashing your fame spirits. It’s a lot to take in, in 4 years but it’s like we’ve grown together. I’m not going to cry or go crazy because you’re turning 18. I’m just going to sit back and keep watching you grow like you’ve always been. I’m not going to stop listening to your music or stop supporting you. Sure my fangirling might die down and this blog may turn into something else someday, but you’re still the celebrity that basically changed my life. I don’t mean to get all mushy, you probably have already smiled at all the scenarios and videos for your birthday. Why would you want to read another sappy one, right? What I’m trying to say is, don’t stop what you’re doing Justin. We’re always going to be here, no matter what. We’re always going to know who you’re dating, what you’re wearing and why you do the things you do with your crew. We’re always going to be around. Maybe when we have kids someday, we will show them how great of an influence you were. As time passes, so does our lives. The talent within you has already exploded onto the whole world. Our love for you shall never die, no matter how old we are. Let’s grow up together Justin. Age is nothing but a number. But we will never forget what it means to us. We love you Justin. Growing up will never bring us down. 
Can I tell you how much I love you? Can you reply with something sweet to get me by? I just need to say this and hopefully you read it from the very first word to the last. You mean so much to me. No, not even that much. A whole lot more. I can’t even begin to explain how much you mean to me. Everyday I go on this blog, dedicated to you and seeing your smile in these pictures makes my heart swoon. I’m not a crazed fan, but I won’t deny that you have a very special place in my heart. Yeah I might not buy all your merchandise or cry every time I watch a video of you. But I do get those moments when I realize how far you’ve come. I’ve grown fond of your love for your fans and the music you create. I love your relationship with your family, your crew and your beautiful girlfriend. I might not agree with some of your choices, but who am I to tell you how to live your life? I literally want to go back in time and grab your 14 year old self so I can show you what you’ve grown to be now. You are everything to a lot of people Justin. You are their rock and we all thank you for never giving up. To think that it’s only been a few years out of your lifetime. Imagine the possibilities when you’re older. You can be a producer one day, helping OTHER young kids from all over the world, live their dream. I’m saying this because I never really say how much I appreciate you Justin. Not only have you made a whole community inside of Tumblr but you’ve made a whole family throughout the world. Who knew one single person can bring thousands of people together into a heart that beats as one. Please never forget us fans, please never forget the moments we’ve had together. I hope we grow old together, all of us. We love you. I love you. Thank you for being alive and doing what you do. Just let me tell you how much I love you. But I don’t think this paragraph professes how much I do. 
We’re the perfect two.It was Saturday. We were strolling hand in hand down the Hawaiian beach as the cool, crisp wind blew softly on our faces. The sun had just set, a perfect ending to our eventful day. It was now dark, and I could see the millions of stars above as I listened to the crashing waves along the shore. This couldn’t get better. I thought as we continued our walk in a comfortable silence. Today was our last day in paradise, then we would have to go back to our 100 mile-an-hour lives. I looked at the perfect features on Justin’s face and smiled. How did I get so lucky? Why did he choose me? These questions filled my head as I looked back on the 4 years we had been together. We made it, I thought. Through all the hate and threats, we made it. We stood strong, together, never letting go. Don’t get me wrong, it was hard, and sometimes I wanted to give up. But it was worth it. We would fight, but then Justin would hold me tight and tell me he loved me. It always made everything better. Now here we are, walking along hand-in-hand better than ever. As my thoughts drifted back to those questions, I finally decided to ask them aloud. “Justin?” “Yes Texas?” He replied back, calling me by my nickname. I blushed and playfully smacked his arm as he laughed softly.  “Why do you love me?” He slowly took a deep breath and stopped walking, taking both of my hands in his and looking deeply into my eyes. “I don’t have enough time in the world to explain why I love you.” he started slowly, “I love every little thing about you. Your smile, your hair, your body, your heart, your soul. The way you blush, the way you laugh, how you love the little things. And, if you remember, this was the first place I ever told you that. About three and a half years ago when we were just getting started on our journey together. ” My smile was just getting bigger. I reconciled my memories for a moment back to that perfect night before he continued, “And I wanna continue this journey with you.” He paused before getting down on one knee. What is he doing? My heart was beating faster with every second. I felt a small bead of sweat on my forehead. “Selena, I can’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you. You’re perfect in every way. I love being with you, you make me feel whole. With everything thats happened, and how you’ve stuck by me, I know I’ve made the right choice. I believe you are the one. I’ve been thinking a lot, and I know that you’re my perfect girl. We have a lot of life ahead of us, but I wanna start with you, forever. You’re mine now, but I want to make it official.” I felt a tear slip down my cheek as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. “Selena Marie Gomez,” he said as he opened the box, “will you marry me?”  I could of collapsed right then and there. Between the hopeful look on Justin’s face, and the beautiful silver ring with a perfectly cut diamond in the center that was shining bright in the moonlight, I couldn’t ask for more. I was filled with glee. I had no words to speak. Flashes of memories were going through my head over the past years I’d spent with Justin. All perfect memories, and I wanted more. I immediately knew my answer. I quickly nodded my head yes. “Yes?” he asked, with an even bigger smile on his face then before. “Yes.” I finally said aloud. He stood up, and lifted me in his arms, spinning around with glee. No matter how possibly cliché it was, it was perfect.  He softly set me down, looking back at me as he slid the delicate ring onto my finger. I wrapped my arms around him, and looked into his beautiful brown eyes, my favorite ones. “I love you so much.” I said, before I crashed my lips onto his. It was filled with passion, love, and everything I could of hoped for. With every second I’m with him, and every second from now on, I fall hopelessly in love with him even more, and I didn’t think that was possible. 
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You’ll be turning 18 in exactly one month. You’ll be able to do the things you’ve always wanted to do. You can say anything, and be anything you want now. You can date whoever and do whatever you want with them. You’re old enough to make your own decisions and take your own responsibility. It’s your life now, not ours. We’ve stuck with you since the beginning, and even then we promised we’d never let go. All we ask is you don’t push us away. Promise you’ll never forget us. We made you who you are, and we’ll never let anyone tear that down. We’ll never let anyone take you away and break you. Because you’re all grown up now, it will only get harder from here. But we promise as long as you stick with us, we’ll stay with you forever. Don’t do anything you’ll regret, or make us regret. Focus on who you are and who you want to be, because that’s what you’re best at, and that’s who we fell in love with. We can’t always get what we want. We can’t all make you our own definition of perfection, because you’re perfect no matter what. Some of us may not be growing up with you, but we feel like we’ve known you our whole lives. You care about us more than anyone else has, and what makes it even more special is you haven’t met us yet. Please, never grow up, never grow out of who you are. It may hurt us inside that you’re older now, and you’ll only keep getting older. But you’ll never cease to amaze us with anything you do. You’ll always be in our hearts forever, so hold onto us, forever. We hope 18 is as fun and amazing you want it to be. We can’t for new surprises and all that’s in store for us, because you do it to make us happy. Never lose your gorgeous smile, it’s the reason most of us want wake up everyday. Never change who you used to be, who you are, and who you aspire to be. Because against all odds, we’ll always love you and we promise to stay with you as long as you stay with us. Deal?


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Sometimes silence is a person’s loudest cry. I’m not one to complain about the things that go on in my life. I grew up thinking I was gonna be a hockey player or some kind of sport’s coach. I didn’t realize having lots of money and singing your butt off was hard work. Sometimes it’s not all about running around on stage. 
Bullies. What is a bully? A bully is a person who uses strength or power to harm or intimidate those who are weaker. Sound familiar? Now, we all go through some kind of intimidation throughout our lives, whether it’s from someone else or even ourselves. Either way, we end up getting hurt somehow. You probably think I’m used to the hate that goes around all over the internet. “You’re gay! You’re a fag! You look like a hot lesbian!” Yeah sure, it’s all fun and games when it’s not you who’s being called that every day. I know it might not hurt you, but it does hurt me. I try to shrug it off. Day after day I get told how much I suck. They tell me I try too hard to become this megastar. Well, whatever you’re doing isn’t really working cause I’m still at the top and people barely remember your name. It isn’t harsh, it’s reality. Well, to some people I guess. I don’t mean to pry; I’m just trying to enjoy my fame as much as possible. Words hurt. What if I wasn’t strong enough? What if I couldn’t brush those insults off my shoulder and I did something that hurt myself? What if I wasn’t strong enough to become the better person? There are thousands of teenagers who suffer with depression. There are thousands of teenagers who commit suicide because of that little word you called them. And to top it all off? You didn’t even say it to their face. You don’t even know them. They don’t even know you. You go around contributing to this worldwide event and you act like it doesn’t matter. Well let’s put a crown on your head and call you royalty cause you pushed one more person off that ledge, off that chair or off that bridge. Yes I am famous, but I’m a person too. I have feelings and I am definitely human. I do cry sometimes when I read these paragraphs of why you hate me. Why do you hate me? What did I ever do to you? Did I steal your money? Did I punch your best friend in the face? Did I kill your grandma? I’m sorry I’m not your favorite person but it doesn’t give you the right to call me vulgar names. Think twice before you say something over the internet or worse, to someone’s face. You never know what they’re going through. You never know if you’re the reason why they finally fell over the cliff. That person’s silence can be their last and final cry. 
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