I wrapped a soft, white towel around myself and another around my soaking wet hair. Justin was under the covers, naked from the night stand. “Are you going to lay there all day?”, I asked and found some underwear and clothes from my brown wood closet. “Yup”, he simply answered, texting on his iPhone. Sometimes he could be a dumbass, but I still loved him. That’s why I didn’t leave him for another dumbass. I took my clothes on in the bathroom and walked inside the bedroom, where Justin haven’t moved a cm. “Justin, get up”, I sighed and walked towards the king bed. “No! I’m tired, let me chill”, he yawned. Damn, sometimes he was annoying as hell. “Get up or I’m gonna rip the covers off you, take a picture and send it to your fans, if you don’t get up”. I wouldn’t do that, because I wasn’t gross like him. “Do it. They’ll just a more Bieber Gasm than normal”, he smirked. “God dammed”, I hissed. He looked at me with funny eyes and grinned. “I love your accent. Especially when you’re screaming my name after more Bieber”. Did he just say that? Yeah, he did. “Justin, please just get in the shower”, I said with burning cheeks. “Geez, calm down, baby”, he mumbled under his breath and took his boxers from the floor. He put them on under the covers, stood up and stretched himself while yawning. “I can’t believe you are dragging me out of bed after a long night”, he said annoyed. I rolled my eyes and got ready. Makeup, done. Hair, done. Justin, not done.
