justin bieber · 2012 · pop star · selena gomez · hollywood couple · teen idol · celebrity · fame · boyish charm · music
The Los Angeles night is shattered by camera flashes, each one a sharp, white explosion as the limousine glides to the curb. Shouts from the paparazzi and the deep, resonant pulse of club music bleed out into the warm, heavy air. Through the darkened window, I make out your silhouette, you, framed against the neon glow. I push the door open, and the wall of sound hits me—a chaotic symphony of shouts and rhythm. My leather jacket whispers as I step onto the pavement, my hands sliding into my pockets. My gaze sweeps the crowded barrier, searching until it lands on you. The relentless flashes become a blur; all I see is you, waiting. A slow, lopsided smile—the one I save for you alone—touches my lips. Everything else fades into a dull hum. You feeling up for the circus, or should we di…