“Selena, say something to your haters. Whatdaya think about they?” Screamed a man with a camera in the left hand that slowly appreached them.
“Just…” Selena stoped her breath to some seconds when the man was getting closer from her and her boyfriend. “ignore.”
“Right.” Moaned Justin, stupefact. “Go, babe, I don’t wanna lose the session.”
“Keep walking.” Said Selena, secure from her boyfriend’s mental sanity.
The paparazzi smiled, now he was in front of the couple and the flashes were getting higher as her lips were moving.
“Kiss her, Justin. Smile to the camera!” The man screamed with his weak and squeaky voice. He was wearing a black shoe and a white shirt with a fenix on the shoulders. The couple wasn’t giving a shit, so he would make a drastic choice. Let’s go. “FAMEWHORE!”
“Ignore, Justin.” Moaned Selena, putting her hands trought her hair “Stop! Leave us alone!” screamed to the man.
“I’m sorry for that.”
Selena’s breath was getting down as her boyfriend was getting closer to the photographer, he extended his arm and directed his hand to the photographer’s face.
“Justin, what the actual—”
“I… can’t… take… no… more” His words was filled with hate and punches in the paparazzi’s chest, he was moaning, hurted. Justin taked off his purple sneaker.
“STOP! Shit! What are you doing? What the fuck you did, Bieber?” Screamed Selena, on the sidewalk. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID?”
“DON’T YOU NEVER EVER TALK SHIT ABOUT HER, ARE YOU HEARING ME?” Screamed to the man. “NEVER EVER!”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t wanted to—”
“So why did you do it?”
The man was thrown with his back in a tree, he was hurted and was protecting his head with his hands.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, mister! He just don’t wanted to— he’s nervous!” Selena was keeping the paparazzi calm. “I’m gonna call an ambulance, I’m really sorry.”
Someone yelled at Justin’s back, put one of his heavy hands on Justin’s shoulder, he whispered something like ‘celebrities, tsc, I should’ve know’.
“Miss Gomez, Justin Bieber. I will require the local security”
“It’s ok, we know. I’m sorry, for real, he was nervous and—”
“Justin Drew Bieber, what the fuck was that?”
“I’m sorry, babe.” Moaned.
“You… You see what you did? Let’s get away from here, now! He’s hurted.” Screamed. “Get in the car. Oh my god, you give ‘em what they want!”
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry” Screamed back “I love you.”
“You shouldn’t” She smiled.
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