Justin Bieber Imagines Part 2

Best Friends...or not?

Your best friend, Justin, was finally home from tour and you were really excited to be able to spend time with him again. So far, you hadn’t spent any time together, because he was always going to parties and that just wasn’t where you belonged. You and Justin were always inseperable and you used to make fun of the popular kids and their stupid parties, but since he got famous that was the only people he hung out with anymore. You were starting to wonder if you weren’t good enough for Justin anymore, so when he invited you to a party with him, you decided that you were going to have to be more like his new friends. You went out and bought a pair of short jean shorts, a lace strapless peplum top, a fancy beige purse, and a pair of nice sandals along with some makeup and jewlery. You went home, put on makeup, which you never even put on, then you curled your hair, braided a small portion of it, and pinned it back. You put on all your new things, including the flashy jewlery and went to look at yourself in the mirror; you were shocked at how different you looked, you felt very uncomfortable, but you hoped it would be enough for Justin. Your doorbell rang and you ran downstairs to answer it. “Justin!” You chirped, hugging your best friend. “Hey!” He hugged you back. “I missed you.” He said. “I missed you, too.” You replied. “Are you ready?” He asked pulling away. You nodded and shut the door behind you. When you turned around, you noticed he was staring at you and not in a good way. You felt suddenly even more self-concious, but there was nothing you could do now, you simply followed him to the car and got in. Once you arrived at the party, you followed Justin around for a few hours and Justin didn’t leave you, but he was completely ignoring you. You crossed your arms over your stomach, just wanting to go home and disappear, but Justin had a different idea. You both went and joined a game of truth or dare, despite the little voice in your head screaming at how badly this was going to end up. You were right. “(Y/N), truth or dare?” One of the girls asked. “Truth.” You replied, picking the lesser of two evils. “Who was your first kiss?” It was a simple enough question for most people, but for you it was horrible. You were 17 and had never kissed a boy. You bit your lip nervously about to expose yourself to public humiliation, until someone else spoke up. “Me.” You turned and stared at Justin in shock. His face was expressionless, completely absent of the Justin you knew. You felt like you were going to be sick. “Um, I have to go.” You mumbled, getting up and pushing your way through the crowd. Once you made it outside, you started walking back to your house. It was freezing cold and you had no jacket, but you just wanted to get home. By the time you were out of sight of the party, you started shivvering. You walked as fast as you could to get home and after what felt like an eternity, you finally made it. You ran to your room and yanked everything off, pulling on pajamas and going the bathroom. You were crying as you furiously rubbed off your make-up and pulled the braid out of your hair. You were mad at yourself for being so stupid, mad at the girls for embarressing you, but mostly, mad at Justin. Before he left, you were sitting together in his treehouse and you rested your head on his shoulder. “Promise you won’t forget me when you get all famous.” You joked. “I could never forget you and I promise, when I get back, it will be like nothing has changed.” He told you. It was all a lie. You cried yourself to sleep feeling more alone than ever. You woke up when you felt something hit your face. You picked it up and realized it was a floral tanktop. “What the-” You were cut off by a pair of jeans hitting you in the face. You yanked them off to see Justin, going through your closet. “Justin, what are you doing?” You shrieked. “Put those on.” He demanded. You scoffed and glanced at your clock. “It’s 2 am!” You complained. “Just get dressed.” You rolled your eyes, but put the clothes on. As soon as you were dressed Justin shoved your favorite grey beanie on your head. You turned and glared at him, fixing your unbelievably messy hair. “Stop.” He said. “What is your problem?” You growled. He didn’t respond, he handed you a series of braclets, your silver leaf ring with a tiny diamond, and your gold infinity necklace that Justin gave you before he left for tour. You raised an eyebrow, but put on the jewlery you wore every day. He tossed you your bulky grey bag and your black converse. At this point you were done arguing and slipped into the shoes and threw the bag over your shoulder. “Come on.” Justin walked across the room and out your window. You followed him without complaint as you both jumped to the ground. He didn’t even look to see if you were following him as he walked rather quickly to an unknown location. “Justin, where are you taking me at 2 am, after you abandoned me, might I add?” You yelled to him, since he was quite a ways in front of you. “Just follow me.” He responded, not slowing down at all. You jogged to catch up with him and kept silent until you arrived at a playground, lit only by the street lamp you two were standing under. “What are we doing here?” You asked. He didn’t say anything, he just took your hand and led you to the fun house. He took out a flash light and turned it on, dragging you through the fun house, until you reached the mirrors. He stopped and put his hands on your shoulders, making you stand in front of the normal mirror with him behind you. You saw how horrible you looked, even in your favorite outfit, wearing your own jewlery and clothes. Your cheeks were tear stained, your eyes were puffy and red, and your hair was a wreck. Justin held you there for a few minutes without a word, then without warning, he led you out of the fun house and up to the tunnel that was above the swings. He pulled you in and sat down in the middle. You sat down across from him and stared at him. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?” You asked, much more calmly than before. “I’ve been gone for 8 months and I went to this party last night. There was this girl there, wearing some strapless top and these short shorts with curly hair. Even after being gone for so long, I recognized everyone there, except her.” He said, staring at the wall. You stared at the floor, knowing he was talking about you. “Do you remember the first time we met?” He asked. You looked up and saw he was staring at you now. “Yeah.” You replied. “It was right here, in this tunnel. You were trying to go one way and I was in your way, so you pushed me.” He laughed. You were too embarressed and nervous to join him. “Justin-” He cut you off. “Don’t ever dress like that again.” You felt the tears sting your  eyes, unable to  look at him. “That’s not you. That girl you saw in the fun house, that’s you and don’t ever change that, because I hated that girl tonight. But that girl in the fun house, that’s the girl I want to be my first kiss.” You snapped your head up and stared at him wide eyed. You had to have heard him wrong. Nope. He leaned forward and smashed his lips onto yours. You jumped back at the sudden jolt of electricty. Justin was smiling at you, but you clambered out of the tunnel and ran. The tears were falling quickly and blided your vision, so you were running blind, which slowed you down. You felt a hand grip your wrist and spin you around. “Justin, stop it!” You screamed. “I’m not the girl for you.” “Why not?” He asked. “Because, I’m not good enough for you, pick one of those girls at the party.” You tried to pull away, but he just put his hands on the back of your head and kissed you again. After a few seconds he pulled back, but only slightly, so your faces where still touching. “You are so beautiful it hurts. I swear, everything you say makes me laugh. You are so shy around everyone, but when it’s just you and I, I can never get you to shut up, but I don’t care, because I could sit there and stare at you all day. You are my best friend and I’m the idiot that’s been in love with you for years, but never said anything.” He kissed you again. “You are the only girl I have ever wanted to be with.” He kissed you passionately and your whole world dissolved. The only thing that mattered was you and Justin, his lips on yours, his hands on your neck and back; you and Justin, together.