Justin's POV
I look at the clock on the wall,
9PM
Isabelle's still sleeping, She's literally been sleeping since the mornings, and I wonder how she didn't wake up.
I hear knocking on my door, I get up slowly and walk towards the door, "Who is it?" I say in a loud voice while walking, "Ryan"
I unlock and open it, I smile widely "What's up man?" I give him a bro hug, "I was bored, so I decided to come here" he says and comes inside, I close the door and walk back to the living room.
"Let's go to a club man" says Ryan while changing channels on the TV, I sit on the couch and shake my head, "I can't"
"Since when Justin Bieber refuses going to a club!? hooking up with girls!?" Ryan groans and turns off the TV
"Isabelle is upstairs, I can't leave her" I say quietly, knowing Ryan he'll be quite shocked, I look at him and see his mouth hanging slightly, and his eyes are so wide, "You fucked your neighbor?" he whispers,
Now it's my time to gasp and my jaw drops, "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU MY MAN! THAT IS FUCKING AMAZING! HOW'S SHE? LIKE IN BED" he asks screaming, and his voice is full of excitement, my mouth is slightly open "Ry-" he cuts me off, "IS SHE NAKED UPSTAIRS? Man she is hot! Can I take her too?" He asks and he daydreams. I slap his shoulder
"Fuck you man, seriously!? Fuck you and fuck your dirty thoughts. God I didn't even think of fucking her" I say and hit his shoulder again, he mumbles an 'oh' and I roll my eyes.
"But man, let's go to the club! Just lock the door" he groans loudly and kicks the table, "hey! The table!! And I can't" I pull my phone and unlock it while checking the notifications.
"Man, since when you refuse fucking a girl? There's a lot of bitches there" he says, I roll my eyes. Suddenly the phone is snatched from my hand and I glare at Ryan, "when I'm talking to you, you better be paying attention" he says, "Ryan, I don't want to have fun, I don't want to fuck anyone also" I say and place my legs on the table.
"What happened to you man? And anyways why haven't you fucked her yet?" He asks and frowns, "define her" I raise my eyebrows "Isabelle"
"Why would I ever fuck Isabelle?" I ask and roll my eyes, "Uh, because you fuck every girl you meet?" He replies but more like a question, I roll my eyes. "She's my mom's best friend's daughter!" I say frustrated of this conversation.
"So we aren't going to a club because of your mom's best friend's daughter?" He asks, I roll my eyes "correction; you can go to a club, I can't, there's a girl upstairs who I can't just leave behind"
"Since when do you care about her?" He frowns, I groan loudly, "just shut up man" he rolls his eyes.
"If we aren't going to a club because of her, I'll wake her up so we can have fun together" he says and gets up, I hurry and get up, "don't be so stupid!" I say, "who knows? Maybe we'll fuck" he smiles and suddenly he widens his eyes "she's hot, oh my god!" He says that and runs upstairs, I widen my eyes.
Shit, he can't see her arms. She'll go crazy.
I run upstairs, "No-o Ryan!" I hiss as I reach the door of my room but it's too late, he's already in the room.
I go inside quietly and relax when I see all the covers wrapped around her, "Ryan, seriously leave the room" I whisper, he shakes his head "Nope, I need her" he says and sits on my bed, "Ryan, leave" I hiss and tap on his back, "nope"
"I'll wake her up, not you. I don't want her to have a heart attack when she sees a complete stranger" I say, he rolls his eyes "she knows me".
"Leave" I hiss, he sighs and gets up "make it quick" he says before leaving.
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