Waddup? [Jastin]

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Jason POV

The elevator opens and Justin and I get out.

"Where's You-Know-Who?" Justin asks.

"Voldemort?" I joke.

"Eh?"

"Nothing. John is at the pool. You went to the bathroom, and he just left. He told me he had to clear his head. Er, something like that.

"Oh. So which room are you guys staying at?"

"Room 305."

We walk to the room. I haven't even been to it since I went straight to the park. I probably have to sleep in the couch bed.

"We met each other by social media. We like the same band. What band was that?" I say.

"Sleeping with Sirens," Justin says rolling his eyes.

"I've never even heard their music," he adds.

"When's my birthday? What's my favorite color? How long was it before we became boyfriends?"

"January 25th. Blue, like your eyes. 3 months. And don't ask me more questions. I got this. I think he'll ask questions about myself instead of you."

"You never know, but we practiced that too. Just don't say anything stupid. Got it?" I say looking at the door.

"I got it! Now open the goddamn door!" Justin says annoyed.

I intertwine our hands together, and Justin blushes furiously. I smirk at him, and he hits my arm. He hits me too much. It's weird how I have that affect on him. Like stop making such a big deal out of it. We're holding hands for the sake of not being caught whoop-de-doo.

Justin stares at me. Is there something on my face? Next he looks at our intertwined hands and then at the door. What a weirdo. Justin removes his hand letting it fall by his thigh. What's up with him?

"I don't want to hold hands! Holding hands is supposed to be special!" Justin argues.

Oh. That's what's bothering him.

"Well too bad! Hold my hand tightly and lovingly like the good boyfriend you are!" I demand.

"No!"

"Justin, this is your fault we're doing this!"

"Ugh, fine."

Justin holds my hand.

"Was that so hard?" I tease.

"Just open the door."

I get my card and unlock the door with it.

We step in and Justin squeezes my hand. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What? I'm nervous!" Justin says defensively.

"Don't be," I say as I roll my eyes.

My dad is sitting on the couch, my grandma and brother are watching t.v.

"How sweet. Holding hands," my dad says.

Justin lets go of my hand, and firmly shakes my dad's hand.

"It's a pleasure to see you again Mr. McCann. Your son, Jason, is really-"

"Bubba!" My grandma yells interrupting Justin.