Waddup? [Jastin]

LII

Jason POV

"I was totally not kissing him while he's sleeping. I ain't a perv. HAHAHAHAHA," I say as I step away from Justin.

The lady ignores me and rolls Justin down the truck. Phew. Wait, I have to get back with Justin! I slide down the ramp and chase after him.

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Justin holds onto my hand tightly with his good arm and whimpers. They're giving him stitches right now.  They didn't even give him anything for the pain; they're just going for it.

"Shit. Damn. Fucking hell," Justin moans in pain.

"Justin, don't squeeze my hand so damn hard," I groan.

Justin twitches and beads of sweat slide down his face. Dirty thoughts may or may not be running through my mind.

"I've never gotten stitches before. I thought-I thought that they numb it first," Justin manages to say.

"They usually numb it," I say.

"If I don't make it, you can have all my shoes. Take good care of them because they're so precious. Promise? My purple adidas are my favorite. Every morning I clean them and at night I clean them again. I do that to all my shoes, but the only difference is that I kiss them good night and store them in a safe."

"Justin, you ain't gonna die. Stop being a drama queen," I say rolling my eyes at him.

"Am not!" Justin whines.

"You are, and for real? Damn, do you really do that to your purple adidas? What the actual fuck, dude? That's not good."

"Not good? Do you want to know what's not good? Having an anaconda for a pet."

"What? Charlie is NOT an anaconda!"

"So? He's still a bigass snake, which I'm very grateful that you didn't bring him. Hey, why didn't you bring your dog? I like dogs."

"Finished," the surgeon says before I can respond Justin.

"How many stitches?" Justin asks.

"Eight."

Justin looks at him arm and frowns.

"I'm sorry," I meekly say biting my lip.

"It's not your fault. I have no idea what happened. Gosh, I'm so clumsy," Justin chuckles.

"That's not what you told me on our way here."

"What do you mean?"

"When you were delirious you told me something else," I say.

"Like what?"

"You said it was my fault 'cause I distracted you."

"Oh. I didn't mean it. Don't feel guilty. Uh, can you call my mom?"

"I don't have her phone number."

"Get my phone. It's in this pocket. I can't reach it with my good hand," Justin says pointing at his right jeans pocket.

I awkwardly hover over him and slip my hand in his pocket.

"What's your password?" I ask with his phone in my hand.

"Uh, 19930," Justin hesitantly says probably not wanting to share his personal info.

"I ain't gonna tell no one. Plus, you can easily change it," I say rolling my eyes as he stares at me.

"I know."

I look for his mother's contact and press it once I find it. I hand him the phone, but he shakes his head.

"You tell her. She'll probably be more upset if I talk to her."

"Uhh, okay."

I wait for her to answer as I watch Justin put on his shirt with the help of an assistant. I see her looking. What a ho.

"Hey, Ms. Bieber! It's me Jason. You gave me delicious cookies this morning. Remember me?"

"Jason, dear, what can I do for you?"

"Jason legit hurt his arm, so we had to go to the hospital."

"What? Did he break it? What happened? What hospital?"

"He walked straight into a girl who happened to have a tin can. We're in the St. John hospital."

"Thank you for telling me this and staying with Justin through everything. Is he okay?"

"I guess. I mean, they gave him stitches without numbing his arm. Like, what the fuck? Shit, I just swore! Fuck, I did it again! Godamnit! Shit, I just used God's name in vain! What the hell is wrong with me? Am I going to hell? FUCK. "

"Jason, calm down and stop using bad language! I'm on my way! Tell Justin I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Bye Jason!"

She hangs up, and I turn around to see Justin looking at me like I just killed someone.

"You're going to hell," Justin says trying not to crack a smile.

"Yeah, but I'll drag you along."

Justin smiles at me, and I deeply stare into his hazel eyes.

"I know you kissed me," Justin says smirking catching me off guard.

My heart stops for a second, and I gulp. Justin stares at me waiting for me to say something, but I have no idea what to say. How the hell does he know? Did he unconsciously feel it or what?

"I know you're bi. You told me a long time ago. Don't think I forgot, Jase. Do you like me?"

FUCK.