My Friend Justin

Chapter Fifteen

CHAPTER FIFTEEN <3

A big, fat raindrop falls onto my head, making me jump suddenly. It's been raining like this for about half an hour now. I was sat down on my butt looking out at the greyish park through the 'peep hole'. Almost everyone had gone home now, apart from a couple making out on the bench. Ew. The roof of the den was holding off quite well, apart from the occasional drop of water. Justin seemed pretty happy though. We went back to get a picnic blanket to sit on, candy, a torch and comic books. I clutched myself, shivering. I didn't expect it to be THIS cold. My teeth were chattering.

Justin looks up from his spiderman comic. “You enjoying it Ash? It's cool right?”

“S..s..sure.” I stutter, grabbing my phone to steal it's battery heat.

Justin pulls his jumper off over his head, making his shirt ride up over his belly. I poke it, making him spasm.

“AHHH! You know i'm ticklish there you troll!” He yells, giggling.

“Sorry babe, couldn't resist.” I say as he moves over to me to push the jumper over my head. I instantly feel warmer, his body heat still radiating onto it. He's now only wearing a short sleeve t-shirt.

“Aren't you cold?”

He shrugs. “Boys don't get cold.”

Fair enough. I take another bite out of my chocolate bar, flicking through one of the gossip magazines I bought on the way back to here. On the next page is a large photo of Justin's face, almost making me spit out the chocolate.

“Justin! Why is your face on here?”

Justin peeks over my shoulder, then starts to laugh.

“That's a terrible photo of me! I don't know. Does it have, like, facts or something? I don't think i've had an interview with that magazine.”

“The photo isn't that bad, you're just grinning a bit too much.” I smirk. “Yeah. It says...” I hold it up to his face.

10 FACTS YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR FAVE CELEB JUSTIN BIEBER!

His favourite colour is purple.

He speaks french! (ooh lalaa)

His favourite music is RnB and Pop.

His favourite food is spaghetti.

He's left handed!

He can play trumpet, guitar, piano and drums.

He likes sour patch kids.

He likes tacos. (YUM!)

He would date anyone he falls in love with. (You can love us JB!!)

He loves his fans!

Justin frowns. “That's pretty creepy. They must've seen ALL of my interviews and pieced stuff together. Don't they need my permission to post that though?” He pauses. “Oh. And another thing. How is me loving my fans something you wouldn't know? I always share my love for them. This magazine is stupid.”

“They probably asked Scooter or someone, and then they'd given them the go ahead. Maybe they ran out of facts about you because you're so boring?” I grin at him, pulling the page away from his face. “But you're right. I don't think I'm going to read it anymore. Just a bunch of boring celebrities. Like yourself.”

“Hey! You can't say i'm boring! Twice?! You wont get away with that. I'm the funniest guy around!” He lunges for me, trying to tickle me.

I shout loudly. His scrabbly hands tickling my armpits making me laugh. I try to kick him away but it's no use.