Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Birthday Behaviour

"Oh girl, tonight's gonna be live!" Your friend Erika screamed as she ran a brush through her hair.

"I know," You practically squealed, "I can't believe I'm 22!"

It was your 22nd second birthday and you and Erika were getting ready for your party. All your friends had come up with enough money to rent one of the local clubs for the event. It was supposed to be a secret, but Erika had a big ass mouth and told you the moment it was finalized.

"Girl, you better get you some dick tonight!" Erika laughed, finishing up the final touches to her makeup.

"You're so fucking weird." You rolled your eyes with a smile and chucked your hairbrush at her.

She hissed in pain as it hit her on the side of the head. "I'll just let that slide because it's your birthday."

You laughed and stood up, walking over to your outfit for the night. It was a black, sleeveless dress with a sweetheart neckline that reached the middle of your thigh. It had wide shoulder straps that crossed in the back. You paired it with bright red heels and silver jewelry.

"If I was a guy, I'd totally smash," She joked when you finally got everything on. "The damn dress fits you like a glove, y/n."

You smiled and glanced over at the clock hung on the wall. "Shit, we're going to be late."

"Darling, the queen is never late, everybody else is simply early."

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You moved your hips in a slow circle to the music and soon picked up a rhythm. Moments later, you felt a hand pressed on your arm and when you turned, there was a guy standing there with a bright smile. 

He was way taller than you, with brown hair and hazel eyes. You swear you knew him from somewhere, but you couldn't really pinpoint where from.

He rubbed his soft hand up your arm once more before he eased behind you and matched the rhythm of your hips. His hands slowly made their way down to your hips and he held on as the beat of the song picked up. Your pace grew faster to match the songs' and you were surprised he hadn't slowed down or stopped yet.

The song soon ended and you whipped around with a smile to find out who your partner really was. Under the now brighter lights, you got a perfect view which made your smile falter.

"What are you doing here Jason?" You spat, backing away from him and crossing your arms.

Jason was your ex-boyfriend from high school. You guys dated from the first year until a month before the last year ended when you found out he'd been cheating on you the whole time.

"Is it a crime to show up to a birthday party?" He smirked.

"No, but murder is a crime and if you don't leave, I'm going to be picking up a charge."

He chuckled, "Your empty threats were always so adorable."

"Fuck you." You rolled your eyes and walked around him towards the bar. If you were going to have to deal with him the whole night you were going to need some liquid encouragement.

"How'd you like these past couple of years without me?" He laughed, following closely behind you.

"How'd you like the STD you got from our English teacher?" You retorted.

"Real funny, y/n." He stepped in front of you just as you were about to reach the bar. "C'mon, baby, don't act like you don't miss me."

"Don't act like I won't ring your neck right now, right here." You countered with a roll of your eyes. You stepped around him towards the bar.

"Alright y/n, keep playing. I'm gonna get you one of these days!" He declared before walking off.

"Ex?" The bartender asked. He had black hair, blue eyes, and a cute, dimpled smile.

"Crazy ex," You clarified and he laughed.

"So, birthday girl, what can I get you to drink?" 

 "Sex on the beach please," You smiled.

"I mean, the beach isn't too far from here," He shrugged, "You and I could leave now and I could give you exactly what you want."

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "Just make the drink pretty boy."

He began gathering the items he needed to make the drink. "So, you think I'm pretty?"

"Pretty damn ugly," You snorted in laughter.

"For such a beautiful girl, you surely have an attitude." He finished the drink and placed it in front of you. 

You winked and leaned in to taste it when the music stopped and the DJ's voice echoed around the building.

"Are y'all enjoying yourselves?" He asked and everybody erupted in cheers. "Alright, we will be singing and cutting y/n's cake after this song. Don't get too drunk or you'll throw up on the cake y/n!"

You smiled and was finally about to take a sip of your drink when the song started. Recognizing the song, our senses were immediately telling you to get up and dance.

"I gave you the key when the door wasn't open, just admit it." Justin's voice echoed and you began to move your hips. No matter how you act, Justin Bieber was your idol and you didn't give a shit about what people said. 

"Wait, what about the drink?" The bartender called from behind you as you made your way to the dance floor.

"I'll be back for it!" You yelled over your shoulder. You walked onto the dance floor as soon as the chorus started and the beat hit you. 

Five minutes and some sloppy dancing later, everybody was gathering around a table placed on the middle of the floor with the cake. You stood in front of it as the crowd made a semicircle and the bright flashes from cameras hit your eyes.

You peered down at the cake and realized they put pictures of you all over it. You smiled when you saw the manip you made of you and Justin in the middle.

They began singing and when they were done, you blew out your candles. Looking around the table, you realized there was no knife anywhere around.

You looked up and saw a knife being held out to you by a long arm covered in tattoos. Your eyes traveled up the arm and your stomach did a 360 degree turn in your body.

"Is this what you were looking for?" He asked with a smile.

You stumbled backwards slightly and your hands made it to your open mouth. 

Justin fucking Bieber was standing in front of you.

Justin fucking Bieber was standing in the same room as you.

Justin fucking Bieber was breathing the same air as you.

Holy fucking shit.

Justin placed the knife down on the table and approached you slowly. You looked up at his face when he was standing right in front of you and inhaled a deep breath.

"Happy birthday y//n," He said, pulling you into a hug.You couldn't even say anything. 

All you did was wrap your arms around his waist and cry.

He let go of you briefly and examined your face. "Aw, don't cry. Why are you crying?" He pulled you back to his chest and people started laughing.

One moment, you were holding onto him for dear life and the next he was lying on the floor, holding his arms over his face as somebody delivered punches to his body.

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this updated sucked but i just wanted to upload something bc its my birthday!!! *booty pops*