Justin Bieber Teeth Novels & Stories

Will grinned with sparkly eyes and Justin exhaled softly in disbelief How could he not even stay on one topic. "Will, this is..." "You know who else has big hands?" Will leaned in as he spoke in what he might have thought was a whisper when it was actually just him speaking out loud in a drunken state "Zayn." Will cupped his hands over his mouth as he shrunk with another giggle, Justin stared at him for a minute and he scoffed out a smile and shook his head. How much cuter could this guy get?

As always, I quickly added the toothpaste to my toothbrush and started to brush my teeth harshly and rapidly to get rid of my terrible morning breath. "Eve? I know you're awake already." Justin's voice was lower, probably because I moved farther. "I'm coming in already." I heard him turn the door knob and the sound of the door that followed confirmed that he had opened it and his footstep was getting closer. I spat into the basin then thoroughly rinsed my mouth. I took a mint from a mint jar by the basin and threw it into my mouth. "Eve, would you come out now?" He knocked on the bathroom door, "I have to tell you something important." He grumbled.

Forget everything and play with Maddie, Maddie will be with you so don't be afraid okay? I said smiling, showing my incomplete teeth, yep... I lose my baby tooth but my mom said they will come back. They just took a vacation and... my smile is making Jordan laugh. Ugh! I want to scold Jordan but thinking about it, I just decided to laugh with him. 'You should stop eating sweets' He said, wiping his tears away. I narrowed my eyes. Am I that funny looking for him to tear from laughing? 'Hmp! Don’t you order me! You’re the one who keeps giving me chocolates! And mommy says that my teeth will came back so I should just wait'

He said and I nodded. "Let's hangout often" I turned to him in horror as he said that and now I don't know how to answer that. "What do you say, beautiful?" Suddenly the concert started and yes! I need to thank Justin Bieber for helping me to avoid Andrew's question. "Kayla" Suddenly Andrew leaned his face near mine and our face were like 3 cm away. I was shocked to see him suddenly lean like that. "Good Evening New York!!!!" Justin Beiber said and it made the whole stadium scream crazily.

Blood beaded. Three times. I stomped it. Ground it with my heel. Until it was dust and wires. Until nothing recognizable remained. The noise from the room stopped—the shooting, the shouting, the wet choke of men dying. Then just breathing. And the ringing. Still there. A little quieter. Not gone. I walked out. Justin was on the ground, clutching his side. A dark stain spread through his fingers—not a graze. A through-and-through. His breathing was wet. The blood in his teeth made sense now. "Clean that in a minute," he muttered. "Vote first."

One enormous finger presses lightly against a slightly wobbly tooth, nudging it almost imperceptibly. “No way!” I bark, laughing and leaning forward. Teeth have been a serious topic between Nathan and me for months. He’s cataloged every kid in Tampa who’s lost theirs, down to his cousin Cam’s seven teeth and their curious top-vs-bottom order. “A wiggly tooth? Your first wiggly tooth?” Nathan nods like a little king. “Found it last night. But look I can wiggle it!” His tongue prods it, a millimeter of movement, and he beams like he’s discovered fire.

He looked up at me questioningly. “Justin Bieber? Really?” I asked again. He laughed heartily, understanding lightening his features. “He’s a musician, no? I pride myself in not being one to discriminate, Brie. Plus, you can’t deny that he’s got some pretty great tracks.” He argued, scraping bacon onto a plate for himself, and turning off the stove. I pulled the most disgusted look I could muster, “I don’t know if I should be pleased or disappointed at this development.”

Then he smiled, the gap where he was missing his two front teeth a dark hole in a shining, bright face. “Sorry, mister,” he said with an adorable lisp. I was instantly charmed. I smiled back. “Don’t worry about it, son.”

she laughed. "That's right. Hockey. A man's sport." He reached into his mouth, and to her surprise, removed his right front tooth and the one beside it. "Where I come from, if you have all your teeth, you weren't really trying." He laughed at her shocked expression as he refit the teeth into his mouth.

My eyes landed on a photo—a boy and a girl locked in a deep kiss. “Wait… is this the guy?” I asked, tilting the phone toward her. She nodded miserably. “Yeah.” I nodded back slowly. “You mean this one who looks like old Justin Bieber?” I raised a brow, pointing at his ridiculous hairstyle. For the first time that day, Isa let out a small, broken laugh. It was the same floppy hair, the same boyish vibe as old-school JB. Even in the middle of all this pain, that tiny laugh felt like a crack of light.