When we pulled up to my parents house, I could see that Justin got extra nervous. I held Justin's hand and our eyes locked.
"Remember to just be chill and be yourself." I reminded him. "And don't be nervous."
"Me? Nervous?" Justin said cockily.
"Yes."
"Justin Bieber never gets nervous (y/n)."
"Okay...." I say, getting out of the car.
"Wait!" Justin yelled, taking my wrist and pulling me back into the car. "I lied. I'm terrified right now."
"Why?" I asked. Justin shifted in his seat nervously and looked down at the floor.
"I'm scared that i'm not black enough for your family." That's when I laughed really hard. Justin looked sad at me. "What's so funny?"
"Justin," I started, then getting all my giggles out before speaking. "There's no such thing as not being black enough."
"So you're telling me to be myself?" Justin asked. I nodded.
"My parents don't care if you're black or white," I said, smiling at Justin and rubbing his forearm lovingly. "All they care about is that I've found someone who could treat me the way I deserve."
"Okay," Justin said, smiling. "I think I'm ready to meet your parents now."
"There's the spirit!"
