"Quinton?" You ask confusedly. "I'm no Quinton." He replies in a husky voice. You look up into his eyes, caramel. "Justin?" You ask grinning. "A drink for the pretty little lady please?" He asks, sitting next to you. "He leans towards you again and kisses your nose. "Are you drunk Justin?" You ask. "Absolutely." He says. A big grin is sitting on his face and his eyes are looking at your lips. He trails his hand down to your leg and you smirk. The bartender sets a cup on the table and pours a double shot. You gulp it down quickly and ask for another. This will be your fourth. "Why did you come back Justin?" You ask. "I figured you were still here and I didn't want to lose you." He replies, still staring you down. "Is there something wrong with me?" You ask, frowning. "Oh just the fact that you aren't mine." He manages to slur out. You grab a shot and slurp it down. Your favorite song comes on and you grab Justins hand to pull him onto the dancefloor. You begin to grind on him as he wraps his arms around your waist. When the song is over you turn around and jump onto him, wrapping your legs around his hip.
JUSTINS POV
Oh shit, boner.
NO POV
Justin gets a strange look on his face. "Oh god" he whispers out. "Take me home please." You whisper.
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Roses are Red
ChickLitA young country girl heads to Hollywood to get the job of her dreams, a makeup artist. But first she MUST meet her idol, Justin Bieber
