Surprise Visit âą Janessa
Justin had been doing a lot of thinking since leaving the mansion, and he realized he really did have strong feelings for Vanessa. She was perfect and he knew he wanted to be with her, he had fallen in love with the brunette over the years they had known each other. Knowing he couldnât hold it in any longer, the Canadian singer got on his jet and made his way to Paris. He had to see her. After many hours, he finally arrived in Paris and ran to the nearest flower shop and got her a dozen white roses since they were her favorite. The beauty of growing up in Canada was that Justin knew fluent French so he knew he wouldnât have trouble getting anything he needed. After shopping around and getting all he needed, he made his way towards the hotel where the beauty was staying at. Walking up to the front desk, he smiled at the young woman behind the counter and told her that he was with Vanessa Hudgens and that heâd need a key. She just smiled and handed him a spare key before asking for an autograph which he of course agreed to. After finishing up there, he ran to the elevator and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the elevator to reached her floor. Once it did, he smiled brightly as he ran down the hallway searching for her room number. Once he found it, he took a small breath before knocking on the door and waiting for her to answer.
Vanessa had realized her feelings for Justin around the night after she fell asleep in his arms as he cried over Selena. She wanted to tell him and in her head she planned out how she'd do it and what she'd say and what'd happen between them. She convinced herself it'd all go well but she had arrived to his room to see him gone without even telling her he was leaving. She was heartbroken. Her thoughts drove her crazy and she felt like she was suffocating in that house, everything about it reminding her of him. So she packed up and went to Paris. She'd always wanted to go and even more, she wanted to forget about Justin. She wanted to push all those feelings away and act as if nothing ever happened as she flirted with French men. She did no more though, feeling dirty and his face coming to her head whenever she leaned in closer to them. So she kept away from the party scene, instead doing more sightseeing, shopping and enjoying the beauty of it all. She felt free there. As she spoke in French to the room service people, Nessa blew on her freshly painted nails. She heard a knock at the door so hanging up, she straightened her long dress she was wearing that hung off her shoulder. Running her fingers through her long hair, she walked over, opening the door. Her brown eyes wide, her pink lips agape, her eyes met a familiar pair of brown ones. She stood there, looking at him and shaking her head. Looking him up and down, he was actually standing there in front of her. As she looked at him, she forgot why she was ever upset with him, because that was the effect he had on her, and wrapped her arms around him. "Justin, oh my god. You're here. How, Why are you here?". "Oh, god, come in".
