Waddup? [Jastin]

XLVIII

Jason POV

"Damn, your room is so messy," I say shaking my head in disapproval.

"Like, did a tornado pass through here?" I add as I pick up a half-eaten baloney.

"My room is not messy; it is an obstacle course designed to keep me fit," Justin sasses and snatches the baloney from me.

"Ew! You're gross! I think I'm going to be sick!" I groan when I see Justin eating it.

"Bleh, you are never kissing me again!" I gag.

"Chill, it's from this morning. And you're not the boss of me, I can do whatever I want," Justin says rolling his eyes.

"Whatever. So where's your mom?" I ask confused as why I didn't see her as I was walking to his room.

"Oh, she's coming in a few. She had to buy something really quickly. Why so eager to meet her?"

"No reason. Where's your dad?"

"My dad...is working right now. Yeah."

"Oh. Well, what should we do now?"

"I don't know! You're the one who wanted to come here!"

"Well yeah, I wanted to meet your mom, but it turns out she's not here," I say.

"You can help me clean up my room," Justin suggests.

I laugh and stop abruptly to say 'no'.

"Then go on my bed," Justin says pushing me on his bed harshly.

"Whoa, take me on a date first, dude," I joke.

"Pfft, you wish," Justin snorts.

"So, did you open the present I gave you?" I ask as watch him pick up his clothes.

"Not yet. I didn't have time. Oh! That reminds me, your present is around here...somewhere."

"Seriously? You lost it? What a loser."

"It's in a small box, okay? And can you please pull your shirt down?"

I look and see that my shirt is raised a bit.

"Does it bother you?" I say as I tug my shirt down.

"Well yeah, I could almost see your dick," Justin responds shrugging.

"Bitch please, you're over exaggerating. And so what if you see my ding-a-ling?"

"I don't want too see it again."

"Again? Wait, you already saw my ding-a-ling. What the hell."

"Yeah, you sent me a picture of your dick. I did too," Justin says rolling his eyes at me.

"Oh yeahhh," I say remembering our kik conversations.

"Well, I'm finished. Want to play a game?" Justin says as he picks up a book.

"Nah."

"Want to watch tv?"

"Nope."

"A movie?"

"No thanks."

"Eat?"

"I'll pass."

"What do you want to do then?" Justin asks annoyed.

"I want to kiss you," I say puckering up my lips.

"Too bad," Justin says. He drops himself on the floor and starts to slide under the bed.

"Aye, bro. What are you doing?" I ask.

He stands up and hands me a small box.

"Yes. I accept."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Well, open it. It's your present," Justin says.

"What if I don't like it, and you see the disappointment flash in my eyes?" I tease.

"You'll love it. I know you will. Eh, you actually might not. Ugh, I don't know anymore."

I tear off the wrapping paper and slowly open the box. It's a golden bracelet, with my name. Cool.

"You're not impressed. Damn, I knew I should've gotten you chocolate," Justin moans.

"I like it. Don't worry," I assure him.

"I can tell you're lying."

"What? No. I'm not lying. Help me put this bracelet on," I say handing him the bracelet.

I stick out my wrist, and Justin helps me put it on. His hands touches me a few times, and I find myself shudder whenever he does. Justin gives me a weird look, and I blush.

"Why a bracelet though?" I say after clearing my throat.

"I don't know. I mean, it's gold. Plus, I got one for myself too," Justin says showing me his wrist.

"So we have matching bracelets?" I ask slowly raising an eyebrow.

"Yep."

"Wow. You're so gay, and you don't even like boys," I laugh.

"Ugh, shut up!" Justin yells covering his face in embarrassment.

"Justiiinnn! I'm back!" A feminine voice yells.

I smile widely and quickly get off the bed. I follow Justin downstairs.

"Justin, who is this?" His mom says smiling at me.

"He's a friend," Justin says.

"Nice to meet you Mrs-"

"Ms.," Justin's mom interrupts me.

"Oh, sorry. Nice to meet you Ms. Bieber. I'm Jason McCann," I say shaking her hand.

"Jason! Oh, Justin talks about you a lot," she says giving me a hug, which caught me by surprise.

"What? No I don't. My mom is crazy. She doesn't know what she's talking about," Justin intervenes.

"He met you in some app. Kick? I told him it wasn't safe, but now that I know that you're not some pervert old man it's okay. Justin showed me pictures of you and I told him you were too good looking to be real. Boy, was I wrong! Justin also thought you were cute. Well, he said that you were a sexy beast, but that's pretty much the same thing," Ms. Bieber rambles.

"Mom what the heck is wrong with you?" Justin groans blushing like crazy.

I bite my lip to keep myself from bursting into laughter. She leads me to the kitchen and takes out cookies from the oven. She puts them in a tray and gives them to me.

"Wow. Really? You're the best! There's so yummy and so fresh," I say chewing a cookie.

"So fresh and so clean clean," Ms. Bieber sings.

We both laugh and Justin glares at us. He grabs my hand and drags me away. Justin drags me upstairs to his room.

"Your mom is awesome! My mom was just like your mom. Beautiful and funny," I say remembering the good ol' days.

"You really miss her, don't you?" Justin says.

"Everyday," I mumble.

"Just wanted to say, that what she isn't true," Justin says defensively.

I set the tray of cookies on the bed and cross my arms unconvinced.

"Uh huh, like you don't want this body," I say swaying my hips.

"Stop that."

"What, this?" I say as I thrust my hips forward.

"At least put some music to dance to because right now it looks awkward," Justin says.

"I'd rather eat these cookies. You can do the dancing. Teach me some dance moves," I say nibbling on a cookie.

"Okay," Justin says as he plays some Usher song.

I lie on the bed eating cookies as I watch him dance. Humph, I didn't know he could dance.