Let me make it up too you

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"Are you gonna let me in?" Justin questioned, lightly laughing. He stood outside my door way wearing nothing but burgundy sweatpants that slung around his waist, Calvin Klein underwear easily visible. His black beanie held his messy hair back flawlessly. His Converse also matched with his pants. Justin held a McDonald's bag in one hand and a bag full of mixed candy in the other.
I stepped to the side of the front door, motioning Justin to come in the house. He flashed me a smile before strolling in. My mind was boggled as struggled to say the right words.
His cheeks showed a light red shade as he explained his reasoning for being here.
"I know it's not much but I wanted to see you so, I just brought your favorite food." Justin trailed off.
I reached over to the bags and grasped them tightly, before laying them down on the the small table next to me.
"Shut up. You're too kind Justin" I squeaked, tears surfacing my eyes.
Justin took a hold of my body and pulled it to his own.
"I didn't mean to make you cry baby girl." he mumbled in my hair.
I only squeezed him tighter and pressed my lips against his bare chest.
"Stop being so sweet, makes it harder for me to be upset with you." I joked.

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