A Place Un Real [[One Shot]] part 2

i couldnt speak. i just looked at her, she smiled. "hello there younge man, welcome to my hotel. i have a room already for you, nice and warm when you must be very very cold out here" she said with a warm smile. "yeah it is cold out here" i said giving her my duhh face. "now come in, you look like your off somewhere or someone is picking you up later tomorrow. i'll let you stay free but just this one time" she said and smiled. i thought it was weird how she knew what was happing. i just played a smile and walked in. hey i'm staying for free! she closed the door. i droped my bag and took off my jacket. "let me take that for you" she said tooking my jacket and putting it on the jacket rack. there was two other jackets hanging on there to. so i'm not the only person staying here. "let me show you your room" she pushed past me and i followed her up the stairs. we pasted the first floor with only one door. "this one here is my room" she smiled. "nice to know" i said. she looked me up and down. was she checking me out? she was 67 and i'm only 16! she smiled and went up climbing the stairs again and i followed. we got to the second floor, that was the kitchen, then got to the third floor. which had one door to. she opened it and walked in. "here we are dear" she said "thanks" i walked in and placed my bag on the bed and opened it. i got my toothbrush and my pjs out, i turned around to still see her standing by the door something. "ummm i need to change" i said "yes dear. but i need you to come down stairs and sigh the guest book for me" she said smiling. "umm ok" "thanks you ever so much Mr. Beaver" she said "its Bieber B-i-e-b-e-r" i said. wait how did she even know me? "i'm very so much sorry Mr. Justin" she said my heart stoped beating. and i started to feel my hand sweat. how does she know me? i'm not famous or anything. but how does she know me? "please follow me Mr. Beaver" she said walking down the stairs. "its Bieber!" i snaped i ran out of my room and ran down the stairs. she was sitting in the chair with the cat sitting in her lap. she had two cups of tea sitting on the table next to her. i puttign something in one of the cups and quickly putted the little bottle in her shirt pocket. she looked up at me and smiled. "the guest book in on the piano dear" she said i walked over to the piano. i ran my fingers over the keys, and played a few notes to My Immotal, my favorite song out there. "you play my dear Beaver?" she said "its Bieber and yes i do, my mother teached me" i said i finished playing and looked up at the guest book sitting on the top. i picked up the pen. i wrote my name on the paper and putted the date, what street i lived on. i looked at the names of the other people on there. Chaz Somers 5/12/07 Ryan Butler 8/3/09 i looked at those names. i've heard those names before...but where have i heard them??