Imperishable (Justin Bieber) *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter 1

Justin's POV

Monday: February 1st

As I am sleeping soundly in pure ease, I begin to feel little taps against my different parts of my body. I shift a little and groan, still staying peacefully asleep. The tapping stops for a moment or so, and then again I am feeling them placed against my arm. I make a small groan of annoyance, not liking my sleep being disrupted at all. I don't want to wake up just yet; I don't want to face my reality just yet.

"Justin, wake up," I hear Natasha's whispering voice, followed by her light tapping of my arm again. "Justin JuJu, please wake up. You have to leave; it's already after six o'clock and my family will start waking up." She tries to shimmy out of my arms encircling her body, but all she does is accidentally rub her butt against my morning erection.

My eyes pop open in embarrassment, as I gasp out loud at the feeling of slight friction from her behind brushing up against my erection through pajama pants. I quickly remove my hands from around her body, and shuffle up to a sitting position. I feel her eyes on me as she continues to lay down facing me, yet I ignore her and jump out of her bed to rush to her ensuite bathroom.

As I make it inside the bathroom, I quickly lock the door and lean my head against the door. I hate when I get morning erections around her, but I cannot help it. I know she understands I do not mean any harm– in fact she is now used to them more than me. Gosh, that's just terrible.

I remember my very first one I gotten around her– I was eleven years old, and it scared us both terribly. I was so freaking embarrassed, and she was so very scared, to the point where I left her house and asked my father what had happened to me. I was only taking a nap. He explained what it was, and I had a better insight on my body changing. I later explained it to Tasha, and she too understood it some.

We try to ignore my blood flow situation as best as we can when we take naps... or when I sleep in her bedroom at night, but I'm so shy about it and it's just so embarrassing to me. Tasha simply takes it with a grain of salt and shrugs it off, always assuring me that it's normal for guys to do that. I know it is, but it's not normal when it's always poking at my best friend's body parts whenever we are sleeping next to each other.

"Justin JuJu." Tasha's soft whispering voice sounds from the other side of the door. "Yeah." I lowly respond, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Although I cannot see anything; I left my glasses on her night stand.

"It's okay, it's normal. You did not do anything wrong." She lightly jiggles the door knob. "But I could have controlled my body reactions."  I do not agree or disagree, I simply add on my lack of respect for her.

"Let me in." She jiggles the door knob once more. "Okay, but let me like urinate first." I reply, hearing her lightly chuckle from the other side. She always giggles and or comments about the way I talk.

I release my bladder, and no soon after I begin to quickly do my morning routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth with my spare toothbrush I have in Tasha's bathroom. Once I am finished, I let Tasha inside to do the same. As she is getting ready, I begin to take off my pajamas to place back on my clothing I had on from yesterday. While I am changing my clothes, Tasha comes back in and smiles my way, not having much of a reaction about me being half dressed. Maybe it's because we get dressed in front of each other all the time, and are used to it by now.

"It's 6:46 am." She tells me the time as she smiles down, and types away at her fancy gold iPhone. "Alright, I'll be out of your hair in a bit." I reply a bit too snappy, making Tasha sit down her phone and walk over to me in confusion.

"Please don't start this, Justin." She looks up at me with solemn filled eyes, with me trying to ignore her sad expression as I continue to put on my clothes. "Start what?" I answer nonchalantly, while I walk over to her bedside table to grab my glasses and put them on my face.