CodyT

This is exciting! A new topic! Oh, I think I need to get the popcorn. So anyway, I just felt like writing something like this, after being inspired by many other stories on this site. I am terrible with technology, so if I did anything wrong like post it in the wrong place, please let me know. Otherwise, me harties, I wish thee-Oh I sound like a posh pirate. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.

Chapter One

Come on, Liam, we are gonna be late! Miranda shouted from downstairs.

Just give me a sec, I yelled back.

I washed my face and put gel in my hair. I sprayed deodorant all over me so I was covered like, well, a guy covered in deodorant. I made sure I had the tickets then raced downstairs. Miranda was waiting in quite a slutty top, but I didnt dare say that to her. Her dark brown hair was in two ponytails, and her face had been attacked by lipstick and make-up. We both said goodbye to her mum and her little sister and we got into her car.

Im SO excited! She screamed once we were in the safety of her car. She cranked up Biebers latest album and we sang along to his tracks, no, performing along to his tracks. At one point, while still driving, Miranda was crumping to a Boyfriend.

Eventually we found a spot in the overcrowded car park, and danced our way into the sold out arena. I was so excited I could no longer hold it in any longer. Miranda and I found our seats and screamed when he came on. But the first thing I noticed was not his voice, or his hair, or the back-up dancers. The first thing I noticed was his sag. Gorgeous red boxers sky high above his skinny jeans made me melt. Yet he still managed to dance and sing while he sagged all around the stage. He was not wearing a belt, so they kept riding lower and lower, and he did nothing about it, as if it was all part of the show.

I no longer cared about the music or that Miranda kept nudging me every ten seconds. I no longer cared about the lyrics and the flashy lights. The only thing I saw was his sag.

Bieber is totally amazing Miranda said at half time. I just nodded my head as I kept thinking of his sag, and the way his jeans were way below his ass. I regained consciousness and went to the bathroom for a breather. I washed my face and glanced in the mirror as a hot guy came into sight from the urinal. He smiled at me as he played with his hair. He looked about my age; 18, and had brown hair that had also been gelled up. His blue eyes were so deep I could swim in them and, after checking again to make sure I wasnt dreaming, he was sagging hot pink boxerbriefs with jeans just below his ass.

Justins some singer He said, as he still messed around with his hair. It took me a moment to realize his beautiful lips were saying something.

Huh? Oh, yeah, hot. I mean, its hot in there, with all of the bright lights. I washed my face again to avoid blushing from embarrassment. Well, to be fair, any guys at a Justin Bieber concert are either gay, love their child who, if a boy, is gay too, or really want to win a bet.

See ya around, he said, and left the bathroom. His tank top barely reached his waist, and his boxerbriefs were all I could think of for the rest of the interval.