recovery - j.b.

sixty

got my huaraches :)
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audrey

the next morning, justin and i were woken up because of avery and khalil. avery smacked justin's ass to wake him up, me laughing. that's what he gets for sleeping naked. "there's a handprint on my ass." he whines, pulling his boxers down to look at the red handprint. "i don't see how girls like to get spanked."

"shut up." khalil laughs. "but, you know last night after you two sexed it up?"

laughing, i nod.

"paparazzi caught you two outside half naked. well justin was and you were wrapped in the sheet." khalil explains. "it's not bad like his nudes but everyone is talking about it."

i shrug. "social media has seen us naked before."

"what?" justin turns to me. "you're naked on social media?"

"i have some naked photo shoots. nothing to worry about, it was way before i met you." i say, hoping he didn't make a big deal. "what are we plan-"

"is that a ring on your finger?" avery practically tackled me to grab my hand and observe the ring. "what the fuck."

"it's our birthstones. it's a promise ring." a grin made its way to my face, avery gaping at it.

"that's so cute, oh my god." she grins. "justin, i approve of you marrying my best friend."

"i was gonna do it whether you approved or not." he mumbles, avery's jaw dropping. she stood up and smacked his ass in the same spot she smacked earlier making him yell out in pain.

"smart mouthed fucker." she rolls her eyes. khalil was laughing, enjoying justin's pain. "so, what are we doing today?"

"ryan's stupid submarine idea." justin mumbles.

"like scuba diving wasn't an even stupider choice." khalil says. "i'm gonna go get dressed."

"i am too." avery says. they walk out, justin grabbing clothes and went to the bathroom. i decided to get ready too.

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the stupid submarine thing was a total waste of time. we saw all the animals we've seen while we were in our bungalows. now, we were just swimming by our bungalows, except for me and latavia. we didn't want to get our hair wet.

"baby." justin mumbles. "scooter called. i'm nominated for some award and the show is in three days so we have to get home today or tomorrow."

"it's okay with me." i say. "what award is it?"

"best pop song or something." he shrugs.

"you should start making more r and b." i sip on my drink as he comes up next to me and sits down. "your voice is too sexy to be singing pop music."

"thanks." he chuckles, kissing my cheek.

"i'm serious. like zayn. he went from one direction to singing like usher and chris brown which is fucking sexy." i smirk. "if i wasn't dating you, i'd definitely hop on zayn."

"you've said this countless times." he rolls his eyes. "along with abel, drake, bryson tiller, even the guy from five seconds of summer."

"they're all sexy, shut up." i laugh. "but so are you, and i love you."

i roll over toward him and climbed on top of him. he kisses my lips softly, before grabbing my waist and deepening the kiss. it was just a kiss that didn't lead into anything sexual. "there's paparazzi." he mumbles, pulling away from the kiss.

i lift my sunglasses to see a boat in the water. "pay me a thousand dollars and i'll swim over there and throw their cameras on the water." latavia exclaimed from the next bungalow over.

justin started laughing. "deal."

"you're not doing that, are you crazy?" za exclaimed. "i'd do it if we had a boat."

"we could've. i was gonna rent one but someone wanted to go on a submarine." justin looks at ryan who was floating in the water on his back.

"shut up, rizzletin." ryan yells. laughing, i turn to justin who rolled his eyes.

"you're not escaping that nickname." i chuckle, kissing his cheek.

"i know." he rolls his eyes, then sits up. "i'll be back."

he ran toward the water and ended up jumping on ryan. the sound made me cringe, that had to hurt.

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and this story is/might end at sixty five. and i might post a sequel to this or just post a new story i've been writing. so let's vote ... comment which you'd rather me post