Justin Bieber Imagines

Bestfriend - Part 1

It’s Saturday in the afternoon and you’re really bored. You’re sitting on the couch watching ‘The Notebook’, while Kiking your best friend, Justin.

‘I’m soo bored, there’s like nothing to do,’ you text him. He reads it instantly and starts typing.

‘I can come over?’ he replied, you smiled at the thought. You really liked being around Justin, maybe even too much. Oh well.

‘Yeah! When can you come??!’ you reply. He responds right away again.

‘I’m kind of...already here...hey; did you know it’s raining outside?’

At first you were confused, and then heard a knock on the door. You jumped up to answer it, seeing a soaking wet Justin standing in front of you.

“Oh my god, Justin. Come inside, your so wet!” you say, pulling him by his arm inside.

“Yeah, I’m really...wet...” he looked at you and winked as you got his joke, and laughed.

“Shut up!” you say. “Here, I’ll go get you something.” You quickly run upstairs and grab two towels and a blanket. When you come back downstairs, you see Justin took his shirt, shoes, and pants off, leaving him with nothing on except boxers. You turned your eyes almost immediately; not that you didn’t like seeing him like that, but it was weird.

Justin started walking towards you. “Don’t be a kid,” he joked, grabbing one of the towels in your hands. “Er, what am I supposed to do with this...get naked and wrap it around myself?”

You laughed as he went on. “If you say so...” he put his hands at the tops of his underwear, acting like he was going to pull them down.

“Justin, stop. I know you wouldn’t do that,” you say, laughing.

“Oh really?” he teased. “Well, you asked for it.” He pulled his boxers down, but not all the way. You couldn’t see anything, but you knew if he pulled them down anymore you would.

“Justin!” you shriek, covering your eyes. He laughed and pulled them back up, making you sigh in relief. It would be really weird if he actually got naked in front of you, I mean, he’s your best friend. Even though you like him more, you know he doesn’t.

“So, do you want these or not?” you asked, impatiently holding the blanket and second towel in your hands.

“Um...” Justin said, thinking. You got tired of holding them and threw them on his head while you walked over to the couch. Justin followed behind you, grabbing the blanket and leaving the 2 towels on the floor.

“If you told me you were coming over earlier, I would’ve looked better. Sorry...” you said. You were wearing a pair of Justin’s old sweats he had given you one time you went to his house for Jazzy’s party. They were having a water balloon toss, and you and Justin were partners. He tossed It to you, but you missed and it splashed all over you, making you wet. Oh that sounds wrong, you thought. Anyway, you were also wearing a pink tank top with your hair in a messy bun.