justin bieber imagines

Company

Your POV

I sit at the kitchen counter, scrolling through my phone and shoveling marshmallows into my mouth. It was late in the afternoon and Justin was over at my house. He's my bestfriend, I always have a good time with him.

"I bet I can catch this in my mouth," he said, tossing up a marshmallow. Sadly, he missed and it bounced off of his nose onto the floor.

I sighed and stood up. "No, no. Homegirl over here is about to show you how it's done." I throw the marshmallow up and make the catch. I finish swallowing as I screamed and ran around the center island.

"And she makes the catch! Today a marshmallow, tomorrow the world!" Justin shouted in his low, sports announcer voice. He grabbed the bag of marshmallows and hopped on top of the counter. His blonde hair poked out of his backwards SnapBack.

"Okay, okay! Over here!" I turned to look back at him and I see three white smudges closing in on my face. I open my mouth and feel one hit the back of my throat.

"AND SHE DOES IT AGAIN!" Justin screamed, jumped off the counter, threw me over his shoulder and spun me around in circles.

Our laughter filled the room as I begged for him to put me down. Finally he did and I was able to regain my breath. The room was silent but for our panting. He punched my shoulder.

I walked over and sat back at the counter, giggling to myself.

"What are you laughing at?" Justin asked, smiling.

"Nothing, I'm... I'm really lucky to have you as my bestfriend," I grinned and took another marshmallow out of the bag.

"Awe, YOU DON'T ACTUALLY HATE ME?!" He walked over and messed up my hair, laughing.

"I take it back get out of my house, Bieber."