It’s really annoying, don’t talk to me. You’re annoying me now.
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3/5 Pictures of Justin and Selena.
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You’ve been there all along
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Selena Gomez as a spoiled British heiress, Cordelia Winthrop-Scott
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“Justin I don’t want you to freak out but I think you should watch this next segment on CNN.” Scooter said, knocking on my studio booth door.
“Okay.” I shrugged, “What crazy rumor did they come up with this time?”
“It’s not a rumor.” He frowned, and we averted our eyes to the new show.
“A strong earthquake hit the central heart of Bulgaria today, this comes shortly after a wave of earthquakes have rattled the European coast.” The blonde newscaster said, her smile making me feel sick.
I immediately ran to my phone, dialing Selena’s familiar number and praying she would pick up, praying that she could pick up.
“Tell me you are alright.” I blurted, the second Selena picked up the phone.
“I’m fine Justin.” I chuckled, “We barely felt it.”
“I was just watching the news in the studio and they said there was an earthquake in Bulgaria and then I found out it was in the city you were in and I panicked.” I told her, rambling.
“No baby, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” She smiled, “You’re so sweet though.”
“I was worried.”
“I know.” She frowned, “But I’m fine. I’ll be fine. And I’ll be home in three days.”
I sighed, “Are you sure you don’t need me to fly in and check on you?”
“Justin, I mean it. I’m fine. I love you and I am perfectly safe. I will be home before you know it, don’t worry about me.” I giggled.
“It’s my job.” I stuttered, “To worry about you. To make sure you are alright.”
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