Disturbed ↬ Justin Bieber // Discontinued

Disturbed Pt. 18

Disturbed Pt. 18

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The sunlight seeped through my eyelids, causing me to wake up. I glanced at the clock; it was 6:00am. I sat up from my bed, carelessly rubbing my eyes. I let out a tiny yawn as I flung my feet over my bed. I stood up, still rubbing my eyes.

It’s too early for this shit, but it’s not like I can fall back asleep. I’m never able to fall back asleep after I wake up, it’s literally impossible for me.

I walked two steps, before feeling a lump on the ground. And before I knew it, my ankle twisted and I landed head first on the ground. A squeal emitted from my throat as my head connected with the ground. My vision danced around at first as I tried to get up. I looked around the room, feeling dazed and light-headed, but I tried my best to stand up anyway.

Internally cursing at myself for being so clumsy, I picked myself up off of the hard ground. I held my head in my hands, hoping that I wouldn’t get a headache.

Hmm, I wonder what my body decided to trip over. Let me guess . . . did I trip over a hair straightener, a carpet, my computer charger, or-

A loud sound interrupted my thoughts. I widened my eyes, snapping my body around quickly.

 “What are you still doing here?!” I screeched out, looking at Justin. His body was spread out on the floor, snoring loudly.

I nudged his body with my foot, trying to wake him up. He mumbled a few random words before fluttering his eyes open. After a few seconds, he looked up at me. His eyes scanned around the room as a confused expression washed over his face. “What are you still doing here?!” I yelled, again.

“U-Um, well, you sort of fell asleep last night a-and I carried you up to your room, so you could sleep peacefully. A-After that, I felt too tired to walk home, so I crashed on your floor,” he choked out as he rubbed his tired-looking eyes.

He sat up, groaning loudly. His eyes filled with pain, but he stood up anyway.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling the need to roll my eyes, but I didn’t. “My back hurts from sleeping on your hard ass floor,” he grumbled. “Hey, it’s not my fault. You’re the one who decided to sleep on my floor, so don’t get an attitude with me, Mister,” I scolded.

He rolled his eyes as he stood up. He muttered a few incoherent words as I stood there with my arms crossed. “I need to get home,” he said. “What’s the hurry?” I asked, uncrossing my arms. “Um, well, it’s none of your concern, sweetheart.”

Who does he think he’s talking to? I hate when people try to get sassy with me.

“First of all, never, and I mean never, call me sweetheart. Understood?” I spat, “Second of all, it is my concern, considering you’re the nincompoop who got me involved in your stupid drama.”

“Don’t get sassy with me, I’m not in the mood,” he said, raising his voice slightly. I don’t know why I was so furious, but anything could set me off at this point.