I woke up in bed next to Justin, of course. I smiled, remembering the other day at the carnival.
Justin suddenly opened his eyes and smirked at me.
"So you're staring at me," he said, still smirking. "Not staring. Just admiring," I said, smiling.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. Then kissed my lips. "Let's go get breakfast," he said, standing up. I followed him downstairs. He looked in the fridge and sighed.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "There's nothing to eat. We're gonna have to go somewhere to eat and then the grocery store so go get dressed," he said. I went upstairs and put on jeans, a tee shirt, and converse. Simple.
I went downstairs to an already, perfectly dressed Justin. He grabbed my hand and lead is out to the car.
He kissed my forehead before opening my door, letting me sit in the car. Soon he got in too.
We got to IHOP and we went inside. We each ordered pancakes.
When we finished eating, we got in the car and went to the grocery store.
Justin got a cart and was pushing it around the store. "Do we need milk, babe?" Justin asked me. "Yeah," I replied and kissed his cheek, putting my arms around his waste. He put the milk in the cart and put his arms around me.
We continued walking around the store when Justin stopped and smirked at me. "Oh no. What devious thing are you thinking of now?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Get in," he replied, smiling, gesturing to the cart.
"What? Justin are you crazy? We're in a store," I said. "So...it's an empty isle. It will be fun," he said, smirking.
"Fine," I gave in. Justin helped me get inside the cart.
Then he started running down the isle really fast while I was laughing.
He stopped when an old lady came into the isle. She gave us a dirty look. "You kids should go somewhere else to play. This is a store, not a playground," the snotty old lady told us.
Justin looked like he was going to same something he'll regret so I cut in, "We're very sorry ma'am."
"Hmph," she groaned and walked away. When she did, Justin and I broke into laughter.
We went to pay for our stuff at the check out. While the cashier was ringing up our stuff, Justin started tickling me by poking my sides. I kept laughing.
"Stop Justin!" I whined in the middle of laughter.
All of a sudden that mean old lady showed up. She gave us another dirty look. "Kids these days," she muttered.
"Sorry ma'am," I said again, while Justin nudged me. Probably telling me to stop apologizing.
"Oh no, honey. It's not you. It's him. He's very immature. Playing in stores and tickling you," she said, making me laugh and Justin shoot her a look.
Justin paid and we went to the car. We came to a red light and Justin looked at me, grinning.
Justin grabbed my face gently and leaned over, kissing my lips passionately. This went on and it became a full make out scene. I grabbed Justin's face and tilted my head, increasing the make out scene we were currently having.
Justin and I were all into our make out when we heard someone's car horn. Justin pulled away quickly and sat up right.
He looked in his mirror and saw the same old lady from the grocery store. He jumped a little when he saw her then groaned. "She's everywhere man," he complained and I giggled. The old lady pulled up next to us and shot Justin a look.
Justin flicked her the birdie and sped off in his Ferrari. I gasped, "Justin!" I scolded.
"What?" He chuckled. "Why'd you give her the finger? Poor old lady."
"She deserved it. She has to learn that teenagers play in stores and make out," he replied. I laughed.
What am I going to do with him?