Its been a few days since I've talked to Heaven. She's been working on videos, collabs, and music. She's the definition of workaholic.
I've been chilling lately. Journals went pretty good so I'm on break. I was watching TV at my house, when my phone started vibrating. I saw it was Heaven calling me on face time. I happily answered it and her beautiful face was then shown.
"Juju!!" She screamed. She knows I hate that name.
I guess she could tell by my face, at my annoyance of that damn nickname because she started to giggle. Which made me smile.
"Hey beautiful, not that I don't love seeing you or anything but I thought you were rehearsing for the new video today?" I asked my beautiful crush.
"I was but it was canceled due to my choreographer getting sick and he's the only one who knows the choreo," She explained, " So I'm out prom dress shopping with my sister."
That explains the colorful dresses behind her. "I would love to see you in a prom dress.." I said wriggling my eyebrows.
She laughed at my sillyness. "Well too bad Bieber I graduated last year."
"You don't have any pictures of when you did go?" I asked, now secretly whipping up a plan to see her in a prom gown.
"I never got a chance to. No one asked me my freshman and sophomore year. I was really focused on writing my music my junior year that I wasn't even bothered by it and my career took off my senior year so I was home schooled and traveling, so I never had time." She said looking dissapointed.
"Oh wow, I'm sorry you didn't get to enjoy it." I asked. She nodded and gave a flat smile.
"If it makes you feel any better I barely got into high school when my career started."
I knew that probably didn't make much if a difference to her. A girl is suppose to go to prom and feel special and it be magical, because she got to dress up and feel beautiful and be treated like royalty. Them being treated like the queens they are. And she never got to experience that. Oh my god. We're going to have to fix that.
"...Justin," Heaven called my name once again. I must've been in deep thought if I couldn't hear my name on her angelic tongue.
Damn I'm sprung.
"Hey, um... Heaven, you still have my card?" I let her hold my card on our chill day to go get something to eat for lunch. She was to stubborn to use it though. Claiming " I am a boss, and I have my own money," or whatever.
"Yes, and I refuse to use it, because I--" I cut her off.
"You are a boss bitch and you don't need anyone's money because you make your own," she smiled.
"You damn Skippy," she giggled.
"But I need you to use it this one time for me if you don't mind," I gave her my puppy dog face.
"What do you want?" She asked and I started smiling, knowing that she was giving into me.
"First I want you to pay for your sister's dress- fuck the price tag- and I need you to tell me what size dress you wear?" I quickly cut her off, seeing her mouth opening I knew she was fixing to start arguing with me.
"No buts, what size, and tell her its compliments of your boyfriend." I smirked seeing her now confused face.
"Boyfriend since when did you start calling your self that?" She asked.
"Just now," I answered.
"Haha whatever," she laughed, " and a 6."
"Wonderful," I quickly checked my calendar and noticed this Saturday was perfect for my plan.
"Baby girl, are you busy this Saturday?"
"No why?"
"No reason." I smirked.
".. Heaven I'm ready," I heard a faint voice say. Must be her sister.
"Okay I'm coming. Bye Jay I'll talk to you later." She waved.
"Bye baby girl. Talk to you later."
She smiled, "Okay."
After I ended the call I started making a few calls. I have to make sure this special night is perfect....
