Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

"the silent treatment,";2

"the silent treatment,";2
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s u m m a r y ; justin might still be a little mad. why? idk, lol

{ (Y/N)'s Pov }

"Are you serious, Justin!?" I shouted in the kitchen, raising my arms into the air in disbelief.

It's been about three days, and Justin still hasn't been talking to me. Whatever that is stuck up his ass really needs to come crawling out. . .

Justin doesn't say a word, as I watch his retreating figure leave the kitchen, with a bowl of cereal. He barely still looks at me, and he hasn't spoken a word to me. He has started talking to him friends. Za, Khalil, Chaz, all of them, but not me. His girlfriend.

I roll my eyes at his childish behavior, before leaving the kitchen. Oh, he things he can ignore me? For three whole days!? Nope.

I spot Justin in the living room, the bowl on the coffee table, his eyes on the tv. His normal behavior when he is ignoring me. I kind of don't want to disturb him, even though, he probably wouldn't do anything.

I know he sees me, but he keeps on looking towards the tv, like it's more important than me.

We haven't had sex in three days, I know it's getting to him. I was eager to have him, but I don't really feel like doing that at the moment. Maybe when we make up, we can get to that. . .

I ease myself down onto the couch, his arm behind my head. He always propped his arms up, I really don't know why, though, it's probably a guy thing.

I shrug, and sit quietly, only glancing his way once. I could tell that he wasn't even beginning to look over at me, as I sat next to him. Why is he so mad, I asked myself, going over what it could be.

But, before I got my answer, the couch had lightened up, indicating that Justin had gotten up. He even cut the stupid tv off like I wasn't on the couch! "What the hell?" I whispered to myself, was it really that serious?

"Why are you mad, Justin!?" I shouted, throwing my hands up in defeat. Justin fucking Bieber. . .

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this was part two, lawl
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