Author: imforevertwentytwo PM
Isabelle have searched for the perfect life, all her life. She's finally reached it, but is something missing? What happens when she meets 'The One? A Jabelle story! Justin Bieber and Isabelle Raisa! OC!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,600 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 04-21-11 - id: 6924446
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My Front cover
The sun was once again shinning. I was using my Sunday morning in a café.
It had been two weeks since I saw Justin Bieber and I still couldn't believe it!
I sighed and looked down at Us Weekly, I was on the front cover. My hair was made in a waterfall braid, and floating behind me in soft waves. I was smiling, with my extra white teeth, and rose warm cheeks.
I basically looked really good, maybe a little bit too good. I took the magazine and held it closer to my face; they had added some freckles, but covered they few skin mistakes, and I eyes seemed bigger than normally. I sighed and put the magazine down again; they just couldn't stop themselves could they?
In the same moment I put the magazine down, my breath caught in my throat, right there in front of me stop Justin Bieber, again!
A sudden smile appeared on my face, and his lips stretched out into a smile too. I couldn't help but think of his song; U smile.
"Hi again," I said.
"Hi." He said back. "Again." he smiled brightly.
For a moment we just stood there and starred at each other.
"Oh, you want to sit?" I asked and gestured to the seat in front of me.
"Yes, thank you." He quickly sat down.
"So, I see you got on the front cover?" Justin said and pointed to the magazine. My smile fell.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat. Then quickly put on a face smile, I didn't want him to think I was mad at him or anything.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No, eh… Not at all!" I smiled to him. A moment passed.
"So, eh.. I heard you're going to shoot the new movie 'Saint from Hell' right?" I asked and sipped my cacao.
"Yeah, the only thing we need is the leading female." He responded with a smile.
"Oh, what's holding you back? Haven't found her yet?" I asked with the essence of humor in my voice.
"Yeah, well. The casters want to have the perfect Annabelle!" he rolled his eyes.
"What are you looking for in Annabelle?" I asked him.
"Well, I heard that she had to be smaller than Eric; me" he pointed to himself. "And she had to have at least a little acting experience, she has to have blue eyes, and… Well, a British accent." He finished off.
I looked at him, stunned.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Well, I have all those qualities." I said and blushed.
"You can make a British accent?" he asked me stunned too.
"Oh, yes sure I have!" I said, making my best British accent. He smiled brightly.
"This is perfect! I just have to make some calls!" he said and found his cell phone from his pocket, but suddenly stopped and looked up at me with a nervous expression.
"Well, that is if you want to, of course?"
"Of course, I've been looking for an acting job for ages now!" I answered.
"Great! I'll just be a minute!" he said and stood up and walked out while pressing the number in.
I quickly moved to my bag, looking through it for my cell phone, and quickly dialed the number.
"Hi Emily! You'll never guess whom I've just talked to!" I said excited.