Consequences ~Justin Foley

Defending You

"Admit you like me Parker. Admit you want us exclusive."
He says as we lay together on our sides facing each other in my room as I rub the bruises on his face. Another fucking fight with Seth.

"I thought I already admitted that." I say knowing he just wants to hear it again and he just smugly grins.
"I don't hate you Justin."
I smile as I lean in to press my lips on his.

"You know normally, I like getting with girls who aren't made of stone." Justin mutters against my lips as he leans in for more and I pull away.

"I'm just an exception to you?" I scoff raising my eyes and he shakes his head still grinning.
"Nah, you're more than an exception."

"Good." I say lazily pecking his lips once more as I sit up looking at my phone and he decides to rest his head on my thights as I run my hand through his hair.

"Is Jensen not gonna see us?" Justin asks as he reached over to grab his phone of my table and I shake my head as I peek through his screen looking at his messages with him.

It's scary how comfortable we've both become. How casual this is. His head on my thighs as he lays on my bed and I run my fresh new set of nails through his hair.

And I'm gonna miss two months of this when I go.

"No he's working early today. And Lainie and Matt are at work. So we have the house free till five." I say grinning and he wiggles his brows at me as I push his face down.

"You never talk about your parents."
Justin brings it up and I go stiff when I realise he's asking more about my dad than my mum.
We have talked about my parents, just the parts I decide to hide.

"What do you wanna know?" I asked cautiously not knowing what he was ready to ask.
"Your dad Fal, what about your dad?" Justin asked as he now turn on his stomach as he looks up at me.

"Sex?" I asked him raising my brow.
"You're avoiding my question." He chimes and I sigh sinking back down on my bed as he rests his chin on my stomach.

"Come on. You practically know everything about me-"
"Not everything." Everything. I know about his dad not ever contacting him. His mom and her fucked up choice of boyfriends. His friends.
How Bryce has helped through a lot of shit. I know how he fucking likes his eggs cooked in the morning.

I know he needs to spend about half an hour having his hair gelled. But sometimes he doesn't gel it because he knows I like when it's nice and messy.

"Fal." Justin hums as he cups my face with his hand trying to break my silence.
"Mum is dead, you already know about her alcoholic past, dad's in prison, I don't get what else there is to tell you."
I bluntly say and he did not expect that to be said.

"Whys he in prison? What did he murder her?" He asked me and I let out a laugh shaking my head.
"No. Emotionally, yeah. But she wasn't any better."
I shrug with a sigh hating to even talk about it.

I don't even tell Clay about it. He knows, but he never knew how much there was.
"My dad put me and my mum through a lot."
With drugs. With dealing. With using.

"Did he ever hurt you?" Justin asked and I could see him try to tread lightly and it made me like him so much more.

"Once or twice but that's because I got in the way to save mum." I say bluntly and I look at him as he stares with his puppy dog eyes waiting for me to carry on.