mr. bieber → jariana

eleven.

"It's all right. It's nice having admirers." He chuckled.

"So, where are we headed?"

"I was going somewhere like Olive Garden, but you gotta eat light." He said slanting his lips.

"We could still go. I love their salad. I'll just eat that."

"Alright." He opened my door for me.

"Oh. Thank you." I said. "Do you think these cat ears are too much?"

"No. They look great on you." He smiled sincerely. He turned his car on and classical music blasted through the car.

"I didn't know you liked this type of music." I said.

"Well. We haven't really talked much. This is what this is. Us talking, getting to know eachother."

"Right."

Once we arrived to the restaurant, Justin opened my door for me.

The place wasn't that packed. And people were talking in there normal voice so I guess it was safe for us to talk in the same tone.

The waitress took us to our table with no words, just smacking her gum really loud.

"Hi, I'm Michael. What can I start you off with?" Another waiter came to our table.

"Water with lemon." I ordered.

"Coke."

"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks and rolls. And your salad." He smiled. He went away into the back.

"Okay. We need to discuss our future, Ariana." Justin started off first.

JUSTIN

"Okay. We need to discuss our future, Ariana." I started off first.

"What about it?" She asked playing with her fingernail.

"Like about our baby's living arrangements."

"Simple. He or she will be staying will me. You'll keep he or she every other weekend." She said nodding her head.

"No, Ariana, I'm going to need to see my baby more than that."

"You can come by everyday. Your going to be at work. I'm at school. My mom and Frankie can watch him during the school, I'll come home and take care of my baby."

"OUR baby, Ariana."

"Yeah. Whatever." The waiter came back with a little tray filled with plates, bread, our drinks, and salad.

"Are you ready to order?" He asked.

"I'll just get the spaghetti." I said.

"And for you, Miss?" He asked looking at Ariana.

"Nothing. I'm good with this." She said smiling closed-mouth at him.

"Alright. I'll be back with your order. If you need anything let me know." He went away again.

"Justin. I WANT to raise MY baby alone." She said crossing her arms.

"Well, Ariana, I WANT to raise OUR baby together. If I want to be in OUR baby's life, I can be! It's either that or we go to court once the baby's born."

She scoffed. "You wouldn't!"

"I would!"

"Whatever. I gotta go get ready for Ricky and I's date."

"We just got here, Ariana. It's three o'clock! Frankie said your date starts at eight. I rhymed." I chuckled. "Date. Eight." I saw her roll her eyes. "Okay. That's besides the point but you can't run away from our problems your going to have to talk to me! We're having a baby."

"MY problems, Justin. MY baby." She said.

"Okay. I'll see you in court, you have seven months to change your mind though, Ariana." I said. As she scoffed at me once again and stood up. Taking her drink and throwing it at me.

"You take me to court and I'll win. Remember, Justin, MY baby." And she left like that leaving me with water all over my face, and in my precious, precious hair.

Forget that, go after her.

"Ariana." I grabbed her arm. "We'll keep having theses talks 'til you change your mind." She just looked at me and walked away.

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