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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

El Bieber Especial (ch. 1)

Alright so this is a Justin Bieber love story about a Mexican restaurant :] sounds crazy, I know, but just read it. written by LocoTaco1 (Olivia) . . . enjoy :D

(Carmen's POV- point of view)

I wove through my family's crowded restaurant, my colorful cotton skirt swishing back and forth. I carried a plate of my abuela's famous enchiladas in one hand and an order of refried beans in the other. I ducked under a pi├▒ata hanging from the ceiling and made my way towards the table I needed to serve. Just as I arrived at the table, I was interrupted by a loud voice, "Waitress!"

I cringed. What person could possibly be that rude? I placed the meal I was carrying in front of the customer, a large, burly man with a black mustache, and whirled around to face whoever was yelling at me.

"Waitress!" the voice said again, this time much louder (if that was even possible).

I scanned the tables and booths for whoever was yelling . . . and then I saw him. He was a teenage boy about my age with blondish brown hair that was swept across his forehead. Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn't put a finger on it. I started making my way towards him and saw that he was with a couple of his friends. They were crammed into a small booth and laughing like crazy, probably at the disgusted face I was making. I stopped in front of the table and put a hand on my hip.
"How may I help you?" I said, harshly.

"Ooh, a feisty one," one of them said. They all cracked up and started patting the "jokester" on the back.

"C'mon guys, leave her alone," the one with the bangs said. I glared at him. Wasn't he the one bothering me in the first place?

"How may I help you?" I repeated, losing patience.

"How 'bout your number?" a stocky brunette asked me. The others high-fived him- well except for "Bangs". He just sank farther down in the booth, like he was embarrassed or something.  What's up with this guy? I thought to myself. One second he's being totally rude, and now he wants nothing to do with it? 

I rolled my eyes and ignored the brunette's request. "I'm Carmen," I said, "And I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you?" I took a pad and pen out of my apron and looked at the annoying brunette.

"Chaz," the brunette said, (as if I wanted to know his name), "And I'd like a piece of you." I rolled my eyes and turned toward the boy next to him. 

"Hi, I'm Ryan!" he exclaimed. He was thin, but with muscular arms, and he had blonde, flipped out hair. "I'll have the tamale combo." I nodded and scribbled his order on the paper.

"Christian," a voice said. He looked a little younger than the rest of the boys, but didn't seem uncomfortable hanging with them. "Can I get the enchiladas?" Once again I copied down the meal.

I looked over at the last guy, but he was staring out the window. I cleared my throat and he turned around. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and then I realized who he was. No wonder he looked familiar, I thought.

"Hey!" I said, "Aren't you-"

The boy made a "shh" sound and put a finger to his lips. He nodded his head towards something out the window. I looked out and saw a group of about twenty girls staring back at me. I assumed they were trying to figure out if the boy in the restaurant was who they thought it was. The windows were slightly tinted, and I didn't think they could tell.

I was still a little sore about "Bangs" rudely yelling from across the restaurant, so I decided to get him back. I waved to the girls outside. A few waved back and I pointed at the boy. Then I put my hands on my cheeks as if I was screaming. This was the confirmation of his identity the mob needed, and I grinned as they began fighting to get inside. The first girl to arrive screamed, "There he is!"  and soon they began pouring inside. 

The shocked looked on his face was priceless and I found myself wishing that I had a camera with me. Maybe I could sell the pictures to a magazine? I thought.

As the screaming fans surrounded him, I walked into the kitchen to hide. I laughed giddily at the fact that I, of all people, had gotten revenge on someone like "Bangs"!

So who do you think "Bangs" is? And why was he so rude to Carmen? Find out on the next episode of "El Bieber Especial" :)

So what do ya'll think? Lemme know by commenting please. Oh and if you figured out who the "mystery boy" is and you don't like him . . . please don't post any mean things (*ahem* katie *ahem*)

Alright . . . well later then :)

~LocoTaco1 (Olivia)

P.S. LocoTaco3 (Elizabeth) might help me write this :)


  1. Actually I loved the story! Especially the part where she pointed "Bangs" out to all of the crazy girls:)

  2. This is what you do in your spare time Olivia? Wow:)

  3. I like how you actually used his real friends & described them & everything:)