"Noooo you said you didn't want one," I giggled, trying to move my churro away from Justin's mouth. "Staaahhhp," Justin and I had been at Disneyland for who knows how long, but it was dark outside so I guess that gives you a hint. We had been going from ride to ride and were now taking a break and walking around Downtown Disney.
"Let me have a bite," he laughed, opening his mouth trying to grab onto my freshly made, sugary cinnamon stick with his teeth.
I kept moving it away from his mouth, but I could tell he was starting to get a little frustrated because he groaned at me and tried grabbing my hand that was holding onto the churro. I couldn't take how cute he was being and just let him have a bite. He held onto my wrist, holding it steady as he took a big bite out of the snack.
"Eat the whole damn thing why don't you," I joked, taking a bite myself. Yep, this is the good stuff.
"Ok now I want one," he spoke with his mouth full of churro, looking down at me since he was a few inches taller. "That shits good as fuck,"
Laughing, I took one more bite, then handed the rest of it to him. His eyes widened and he took another large bite of it. "Tahnk Yhou," he spoke again with his mouth full and rolled his eyes back in satisfaction. Ok, same Justin, same.
We continued walking around and he was literally done with that thing in 45 seconds. Boys. Justin and I had been jumping back and forth between Disneyland and California Adventure, since we had arrived, standing in both short and long lines for rides. When we arrived at the park, a lot of people had recognized both Justin and I and we had some fans following us around for a little while and asking for pictures, but now since it was dark, we weren't as recognizable. The fans we met were really sweet, so that was nice. A group of Justin's fans asked him if were dating which was a little awkward for me, but I just pretended I didn't hear them and played on my phone until they got their pictures.
"Ok, so back to the game. It's my turn right?" Justin asked, wiping the side of his mouth with the napkin I handed him. We were playing the classic, 21 questions, even though I'm pretty sure we've asked each other more than 21 questions. What idiot thought of the name '21 questions' anyway? You rarely ever just ask 21 questions. People either ask more or less so what's the point of the name? Are you telling me I can't ask more questions? What if I only wanted to ask 20 questions or 22 questions? Now what do I call the game? I mean I guess I could just call it 20 or 22 questions, but how original would that fucking be, huh? Anyways...
"In high school, did you play any sports?" he asked. He had been asking me random questions about my life and I was doing the same with him. It was interesting because even though I see him in magazines and on the internet, I thought I knew him on a personal level, but there was a lot about him that I didn't know.
"Yeah, I played soccer and volleyball all four years," I informed, smiling to myself, remembering both my soccer and volleyball teams. I miss high school sometimes. Not all the work and teachers, but like the people I met and the memories I made with them. Good times. Good times.
"Were you any good?"
Flipping my hair over my shoulder dramatically, "I mean I don't wanna brag," I joked, causing him laugh, "no, I'm just kidding. I mean, I was on varsity for both teams all four years, so I guess I was pretty good,"
I couldn't tell if his eyes widened in shock or astonishment, but from the grin he gave me, I assumed it was in astonishment.
"Damn, varsity all through high school, on both volleyball and soccer? That's quite the athlete. Would've never picked you out to be into sports,"
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Hands To Myself • jb
FanfictionBri Taylor and Justin Bieber come from two completely different worlds. Bri being one of the most famous beauty gurus on the internet, and Justin being one of the most famous popstars on the planet. They started as strangers, then formed into best...