dms ➳ bieber

fifty-one

justin

"danielle hurry up! " i yelled up the stairs at danielle. it was her last night here and we wanted to go out with the guys to an underground club.

"shut the fuck up, im coming," she yelled .

i sighed, and got a text from maejor.

maejor : yo where you guys at

me: home. she takes forever .

"are you happy now?" she walked down the stairs slowly, and she looked beautiful. scratch that- hot. she looked fucking hot.

she had on a tight black mini dress, with nice and shiny black pumps. i almost wanted her to change.

she came into my embrace for a hug. "you know all im going to be doing I'd ripping that dress right off you? " i whispered in her ear.

all she did was giggle, and wink.

"justin, wait, what the fuck are you wearing? " she asked me.

"um, jeans and a shirt."

"ripped jeans, and ripped shirt, and some crusty musty dusty shoes. you look poor."

"oh well," i shrugged and laughed.

"we need to find you a new stylist. you wear this shit to red carpets and award shows too."

"lets goooo." i pushed her from the back out the door, and guided us to the ferari, and held the door as she got in.

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Lowkey finna make drama happen for these next couple of chapters