Justin
"Can we please get going before we're late for this dinner?" Y/N shouted to me upstairs. I just couldn't get right today. I had laid out two outfits and couldn't choose between the two. "Hey, Y/N?!" I yelled back. She sighed and ran back up the stairs. "What...Justin why isn't your yellow ass dressed yet. We're supposed to meet them there in five minutes!" I chewed on the inside of my lip. "I need help picking an outfit. I want them to like me." Y/N made her way beside me and rubbed over my arms. "Baby, they'll love you because I love you. It doesn't matter what you wear. As long as you're happy, I'm happy."
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"Nigga I can't believe you chose those ugly blue supras to wear to this damn dinner." Y/N said with an annoyed expression. "You told me to pick an outfit that I loved, so I did." I shrugged my shoulders and opened the car door for her. "Besides, we'll be sitting at a table so they won't be able to see my shoes. Right?" Y/N laughed. Not the funny laugh but the "oh you're about to get eaten alive" laugh. I led her inside and the waiter lead us to the table with her mom, two sisters, and cousin. "Oh you must be Justin!" Y/M/N (your mom's name) said. I nodded my head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Got to show the woman that brought my baby into this world some love. I sat down beside Y/N at the table. "So, where's your dad?" I asked in a hushed tone. Apparently it was loud enough for the whole table to hear because her mom dropped the salad fork that she was using and just stared at me.
Damn damn damn.
Ooooh Justin bout to get his ass kicked. But this is my first time even trying to write one of these so I hope I did good. 😔 comment if you want a part 2.
