My Friend Justin

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX <3

Sunday mornings. They are probably the worst days. Although, i'm not complaining about the lie-ins. But the thought of knowing you have to go to school the day after just brings the whole day down. 

I force myself out of my nice, comfy bed to have a shower and get dressed. I put the jeans I had on yesterday. Dang! I forgot to give Justin the album cover ideas. Well, I could give them to him today if he is around. 

Almost as if on queue , my mobile starts to ring.

"Sup. I'm at your door."

"I'm not letting you in."

"..I have popcorn and a movie."

"...fine."

Damn you popcorn, your buttery goodness makes me cave in every time.

Justin's squished his face against the window again. (why?) He doesn't seem to see me, since the window is on the top part of the door. I crawl along the floor stealthily, then slowly rise in front of the door so our eyes meet. He hits his head on the door in alarm.  I open it.

"There was a door there, by the way." I say smugly.

He rubs his forehead. "Shut up, smartass." he stumbles past me to sprawl out onto the sofa.

I jump onto the empty part.

"So, what are we watching?"

"I was raiding my mum's DVD collection and I have..." he frowns at the DVDs. "27 dresses or Beastly." 

"Beastly." I say automatically. Who could resist a bit of Alex Pettyfer?

He rolls his eyes as he puts it into the player. 

"Put this in the microwave, would ya?" he chucks the popcorn bag at my face.

"Sure." I shuffle into the kitchen, open the plastic and stuff the popcorn in the microwave.  I set it for 3 minutes. I hear Justin creak up the stairs, probably to raid my bedroom. I pretend I don't hear him, waiting till the timer reaches 0. 

BEEEEEEEEEEP

The popcorn has stopped exploding, the buttery scent fills the kitchen. It was very satisfying. I hear him sneak back down again.

I pour the corn into a bowl, grabbing a handful, stuffing it into my mouth and sighing happily. It's always nicer when it's hot.

I walk into the living room to see Justin wearing my fluffy pink socks, wrapped up in my princess blanket. He sees me eye him with disapproval.

"What? I was cold!" 

"There is no hope for you." I shake my head solemnly. 

He pulls me down beside him. 

"Shh." he whispers into my ear. "The film's about to begin."

During the start of the film, I manage not to drool. But by the end, when he has transformed back into his incredibly hot self, my mouth was wide open. I didn't even realise that it was until I felt Justin close it with his hand.

"Don't want any bugs flying into there." He chuckles. 

By the time it finished, we decided to watch 27 dresses as well. It got to the middle when I found myself get very sleepy, and Justin was very warm. I curled up beside him and closed my eyes. This is reaaaaally comfortable. I'm just gonna rest my..zz.

When I wake up, I'm still on the sofa. Justin's fallen asleep, his mouth wide open, snoring loudly. I get out my camera carefully from my pocket and start to film. I decide on seeing how much paper I can get into his mouth. I manage about 5 small screwed up paper balls before he wakes up.