*New york city streets - People walking all over, surprisingly, no traffic jams*

Justin, Beth, and Lindsay walked down the busy New York Streets. Justin tried to walk as fast as he could away from the girls.
"Justin! Wait up for us!" yelled Lindsay. The two ran to Justin's side. Wailing fan girl moans as they walked.
"Justin! Is there anything that we can do so you'd be Prettier" a dit Beth.
"Ok, fine! If toi want! YOU, buy me a mirror! YOU, Go get me a Soy Latte! GO GO!" yelled Justin.
Beth ran behind Justin to the boutique of Glass. Lindsay ran across the the rue to the cafe.

Beth ran out of the boutique of Glass first, and brought Justin his mirror.
"ahh...That's what I'm talking about. Why look at these ugly streets, and at these ugggly people when I could look at...ahhh...myself" Justin's voice trailed off. He started walking across the street, staring at himself.

Mean while, 1 rue down....

"HAHA!!!!!!!! traverser, croix country on only 2 cups a coffee! I'mma gonna make those record books!" Yelled ????? in a truck. Then, they fell face down on the wheel, asleep.

Justin walked as slow as ever across the street, embracing every moment that he could take of his beauty. Beth looked at Justin, she stared at him. She was still on the corner, par the boutique of glass. Then, she heard a huge SCREEECH! She looked down the road, at a huge Truck going faster than the wind. "Justin!!! Look out!" she yelled.
Justin ignored her, as he usually did. And just stared at the mirror.
Lindsay walked out of the cafe with Justin's Soy Latte. She looked at Justin. She gasped, and dropped the latte.
*screech BAM*

Lindsay looked, as she saw her crush jammed into the front of the truck.
"My crush is CRUSED!" she yelled as she ran towards the accident. Beth did the same.

*Flashes to hospital*

"Ok! Let's diagnose him!" a dit Harold.
"Ooo, I want to do it" a dit Duncan.
"Really?" a dit Harold
"Ahh hem! The dude's Dead! Diagnoses over" a dit Duncan.
"I was TALKING about the DRIVER!" yelled Harold.
"Who did toi think I was talking about?" a dit Duncan.
"Ohh...No one"
"You CARE about Justin! Don't you!" yelled Duncan.
"No I do NOT!"
"You ASKED him to the PROM for god sakes!"
"I was drunk!" yelled Harold.
"Yeah right, you'd probably be scared to step foot IN a bar!" a dit Duncan.
"Hey! toi two! Stop fighting and get back to work! We need the autopsy results in on that driver!" yelled Courtney from the doorway.
"Fineee...." a dit Harold and Duncan.
Duncan smiled an evil smile as he took a cutting tool from a drawer. Harold stared at the sharp tool.
Duncan took the tool and turned to Justin's lifeless corpse laying on the table.
"Hey! what are toi doing! We don't need to cut up Justin! We Know his cause of death! He got HIT par a car!" yelled Harold!
"But I hate the dude! I could have some fun with this..." a dit Duncan.
"I'm pretty sure that's against the law!"
"So? We don't even know if that driver is dead! That could be even more against the law" a dit Duncan.
"We know that the driver is dead, the truck tipped over after it hit Justin. The driver most likely passed out behind the wheel, woke up right as he hit Justin, then had a cœur, coeur attack right there" a dit Harold.
"That's stupid!" a dit Duncan
The driver sat up on the table.
"Oh crap! Did the cops find me in a poubelle, benne à ordures again?" he said.
Duncan walked to the doorway.
"Hey! Cud- I mean Courtney! The patient sat up on the table, he's alive!" he said.
"Again??!" she said.

"Do we reeally gotta go on with this? We know that Justin is dead, and the driver don't got any problems" a dit LeShawna.
"Fine" a dit Courtney.
"sooo.........Who wants to get pizza! a dit Duncan, Justin's buying!" he said, pulling Justin's wallet out of his pocket.
"Yeah!" everyone yelled.
They all ran out of the room.
Izzy walked into the room.
"Justin?" she said.

*5 minutes later, focusing on a dumpster, Justin shoots out of the window 5 stories above and lands in it*.

"haha!" yelled Izzy from the window.