MY BABY WON THE CHAMP OF CHARITY AWARD I LEGIT BAWLED FOR AN HOUR IM SO PROUD OF HIM <3333333333333333
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He left me alone.
And by alone, I mean, alone alone.
He wasn't there.
He didn't leave me with a babysitter.
He didn't lock the door.
He kissed my cheek when I woke up, said "Be back later. I love you." And he was gone.
And I was so happy.
I took a shower, got dressed in leggings and a Marvel character crop top, ate a bagel and was currently lying on the couch in the living room upside down watching The Vampire Diaries.
This is about as happy as I could get here.
I also found Justin's phone.
I'm in the process of trying to hack into it while Klaus was trying to hack into Caroline's clear feelings for him.
C'mon, you made him find you a dress from his family stash, you wouldn't ask him a favor like that if you were completely heartless towards him...
I bit my lip and tried another pass code, getting another vibration and 'Try Again' message in return.
I rolled my eyes and blew air out of my mouth in frustration.
I guess pussyeater94 isn't his password.
"It is not funny!"
I glared up at the TV and stuck my tongue out at Caroline.
I thought it was funny.
I looked back at his phone.
Oh shit...
I typed my name in.
And then 'love'
And hit 'Ok'.
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.
.
.
It fucking accepted.
I groaned as Klaus laughed at Caroline more, feeling as if he was taunting me.
Justin's background was not me, thankfully, so I went straight into where it matters.
Music.
Because everyone knows looking at someone's playlist is equivalent to reading their diary.
I scrolled through his music and was constantly rolling my eyes.
He has a shit taste in music.
Way too much rap.
At least he has Michael Jackson, so he made up for it, some.
Ay yi yi yi...
"Damn, Justin, learn how to listen to good music."
Ugh, that's it.
I went into iTunes and started looking up good music.
Beyoncé, check.
Miley Cyrus, check.
Fall Out Boy, check.
Rihanna, check.
One Republic, check.
5 Seconds of Summer, check.
Ariana Grande, check.
Demi Lovato, check.
Justin Timberlake, check.
He's going to thank me later.
I bought a bunch more songs and smiled in satisfaction.
Then I made a playlist of the songs and labeled it "Not Justin's".
I smiled to myself as I heard the next episode start.
Then I changed his password to 'fuckbitchesgetmoney1994'.
I feel like it fits him better.
I set his phone to the side and flipped around so I was facing the screen.
"What the fuck is this?" I heard Ryan say as footsteps walk into the room.
"The Vampire Diaries. I didn't feel like watching something as dark as American Horror Story or as light as Once Upon A Time so I picked the happy medium." I said, swiveling around so I was sitting on my ass instead of my pelvis and looked up at him.
He made a face of disgust and sat next to me.
"This looks like it sucks." He complained.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, then I got really into it." I said.
"Psh, that's not going to happen to me."
I raised a brow and shrugged.
"Whatever you say."
9 episodes later, he was bawling in my arms.
"B-but Stefan!"
"Yeah. I know."
I patted his arm and tried not to laugh my ass off at him.
I heard the front door open so I looked back.
"Hey Justin." I said before turning back to the screen.
I tried to pick up the remote but the second I lifted my arm off Ryan, he started wailing louder.
"Okay. Fine then." I said, setting my hand back down.
"What the hell did I just come home to?" Justin laughed.
"I got him hooked on The Vampire Diaries, bad idea." I said, looking back at him.
Justin walked over and raised a brow at him.
"Alright, what happened?"
"Stefan's doppelgänger, Silas, locked him in a safe and pushed him into a lake! Silas can't do that! Stefan is supposed to be with Elena!" Ryan wailed.
I bit my lips together to keep from laughing as I looked up at Justin.
"Oh god Chloe, what did you do." Justin said, clearly trying not to laugh too.
"He thought he wouldn't like it!" I said, shrugging.
"Alright pussy, go upstairs and call your girlfriend." Justin said, kicking his leg.
Ryan reluctantly got up and stomped up the stairs.
Once I heard a door close I burst out laughing.
"What did you do! Oh my god, I haven't seen him this bad since his dog died when he was 8!" Justin said, sitting next to me.
"Well, I hacked into your phone and was watching this at the same time and he insisted he wasn't going to get into it but well, here we are." I explained.
"Wait, you hacked into my phone?!" Justin asked in disbelief.
I shrugged.
"You're not a very secure person, plus I'm just good at that kind of thing. By the way, your new password is 'fuckbitchesgetmoney1994'. It seemed more fitting." I said, patting his thigh.
He shook is head and laughed.
"Yeah, sorry, completely forgot you got 100's in forensics." He said. "But I want my old password back."
I rolled my eyes.
"You're weird, sir."
He laughed and pulled me to his chest, kissing the top of my head.
"I missed you today."
"I bet you did."
"Do I get a kiss for working all day?"
"Mmmmm, nah."
"Awww, please?"
"Maybe later."
"But I wanted to do something else later..." He whispered, rubbing my sides.
"You need Jesus." I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"Not that, something else." He said.
I knit my brows and craned my head to look at him.
"What?" I asked.
He smiled.
"Kiss me and find out."
I groaned and pecked his lips.
"You're a pain in the ass." I whined.
He laughed.
"Okay, get up and let's go." He said, grabbing his phone and getting off the couch, leaving me lying on my back in shock.
"Well!" I said, getting up and brushing myself off.
He pointed down the hall as he unlocked his phone.
I started walking and looking through doors that were open to try to get an idea of where he wanted me to go.
"Babe, why is Miley Cyrus on my phone?" Justin called down to me.
"You'll thank me later." I called back.
He walked up behind me and turned me towards a closed door and opened it.
"This one. And why am I going to thank you later again?" He asked.
I walked into the dark room.
"You just will." I said as he flicked on the lights.
My eyes widened.
"So I want to know what else you can do, other than hack my phone and shoot a 120,000 dollar painting. You up to it?"
"Shut the fuck up, seriously?!" I squealed.
He laughed at me.
"Would I have brought you in here if I was kidding?"