Temptations (A Jariana Story)

Chapter Two

J U S T I N
[Song of the chapter: Thought Of You by Justin Bieber]
Update date: March 19th, 2016

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Finally, after some minutes of Fredo pushing me, I finally had the courage to talk to the Ariana Grande I saw on stage.  Ariana had stopped dancing and went over to the little bar stand thing to get some drinks as I walked slowly toward it.  My hands were shaking as my face probably went red in embarrassment since I'm such a pussy to be honest.  As I went closer to her, she got more beautiful and honestly I would love to get to know her more.

I hope she doesn't turn me down. 

As I was two inches toward her, she looked up at me and her eyes widened then they went back to calm.

"So the rumors were true?  The Biebs is actually at my house," she said, loud, as she drank some of the beer in her hand.  She chuckled as I nodded and sighed.

"This is your house?"  I asked as I looked around with wide eyes.  She nodded as I sat next to her on the bar stool. "Nice."

"Everyone is always surprised whenever I tell them," she chuckled as she smiled.  "But it's whatever.  I'm just grateful for this house."

"I'm grateful to be talking to such a perfect girl," I said without knowing.  Both our eyes widened and my cheeks burned red.  I know I just ruined a perfectly good conversation.  "I—I'm sorry.  I didn't kno—"

"—Know you said it.  That's what my last boyfriend said before we started dating," she winked as she slid off the bar stool and started walking away. 

My jaw slowly dropped. 

Did she just show a hint? 

Don't overthink this, Bieber!

"Close your mouth!  You're getting flies!"  Alfredo said as I just noticed he was standing next to me as I stared into the space she walked away in. Shaking my head and closing my eyes multiple times as Fredo waved his hand in front of my face, I mentally cursed.

This girl, who I don't even know that we'll, has me wrapped around her finger.

Groaning, I slammed my fist down on the counter thing and grabbed a beer.

"Time to get wasted," I mumbled as I smiled slightly. Fredo gave me a weird look as I grabbed a beer and chugged it. I needed some fun.  And I haven't in a while.

"Jay, calm down. You don't want to get in big trouble like every time you drink,"

"Paps can't run my life. Neither can my fans. Now come drink with me," I muttered dryly. Fredo widened his eyes and shook his head as he grabbed my arm and dragged me outside.

"One day, you're going to thank me for this," he exclaimed as he shoved me in the passenger seat of my car. He jogged his way over to the drivers seat as flashes hit me. "See, Jay? They're here. They just didn't get inside."

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Rolling my eyes, I tapped my pencil against the paper as I write down some lyrics. "Cause if you like the way you look that much, oh baby, you should go and love yours—" I whispered in concentration before Fredo interrupted.