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10~Fool for You

"We should really start packing." Justin mumbles motivating.

Your hand resting on his stomach, head on his chest you sigh lightly, "I know, we probably should," Turning onto your stomach you pull yourself closer to the upper- side of the bed and rest your chin on the back of your hand. Your eyes gaze up at him "but I'm not even close to being ready to get outta bed yet, though."

"We've literally been laying in bed since 9," Gazing at the alarm clock he chuckles, nose scrunching . "We've been laying here for more than 3 hours, c'mon babe."

"So?" You ask challenging.

"So, it's time to start the day," He sits up at least he's trying to do so. "let's go, Kals!" After you tried to keep him in bed you let your arms that were wrapped around his torso just a second ago go and instead of getting out of bed like him you pull the covers back up to your chin.

"No, I'm not ready, yet!" You mumble quite certain, closing your eyes. You don't hear the door shutting which perplexes you. As you hear hushed footsteps you start holding onto the covers, because you know what's going to happen and it happens just as you expected.

As Justin's hands get hold of the covers on the other end you try to keep holding onto the covers as strongly as possible. You usually lose this game. Suddenly he let's go and puts his arms around your waist. Within a hot second he has you laying over his shoulder, your behind is embraced by one hand while his other hand lays around the back side of your thigh, fingers resting on your inner thigh.

"Fuck!" You exclaim, on a joking note you rage, drumming on his back with your palms. "Justin, I'm getting light-headed, not even kidding."

"No you're not!" He laughs knowing that you always use this trick in cases like this.

An hour later you find yourself in the dressing room, you're on your side of the dresser while he strolls around his side, picking out clothes to wear while on tour. He puts the last piece of clothing in his second suitcase while you're still figuring out what you want to wear around campus, even though you don't have the intention to impress anyone there, yet it's a fashion school which means that you should at least try to look decent after all.

"Ugh." You sigh holding two white t-shirts up in front of you. "Which one should I pick?" Mumbling to yourself without the intention of getting an answer.

"They're pretty much the same, girl." Justin comments.

Immediately you turn around to him. "Listen, honey," You snap. "They aren't, look this one's a v-neck" You say holding up the one in your right. "and this one's a round neck shirt."

"Which one covers your boobs better?" A smirk grows on him. He leans back on the black velvet seating, resting on his forearm, eyes locked with yours.

"Are you serious?" You smile through rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, I am." Confidence in his voice, his eyes gazing up and down your body.

"The round neck one's probably the one that covers-" Throughout the sentence you change your mind. "I'm just gonna take them both with me, whatever. Though, I'll probably only wear the v-neck shirt." You admit teasingly.

"Yeah, whatever." He mutters short, grabbing his phone that was lying beside him the whole time. You lose his attention while he gives it all to his phone.

Through a rather quiet sigh you toss the shirts in the suitcase, "Just kidding." You say sitting down next to him, your hand rests on his thigh.

"I know," He slurs, not sitting up yet you get some of his attention. "It's just," He cuts himself off. "I'm just a huge cry baby, that's all." Broken smile on his face he looks up at you.