Texts ; jariana

8

Ariana's POV

Justin: Hey bby

Ariana: Hii

Justin: What's up?

Ariana: I don't feel too good right now

Ariana: My head feels like it's going to explode, my throat is burning and I want to cry

Justin: Awe baby, take some pain killers

Ariana: I ran out and I can't be arsed to go buy some right now with how I'm feeling and stuff

Justin: Have you called your friend?

Ariana: She's in London

Ariana: Justin my head, it hurts so much

Ariana: Please fly over here I want you with me

Justin: I have a friend that lives in LA, what if I got him to drop some paracetamol at your place?

Ariana: I'm not going to bother him, don't tell him to

Ariana: And I want you not your friend

Justin: Me too but I can't so I'm going to tell him to bring you some

Ariana: Justin no

Justin: Please Ari, for me

Ariana: You bully me

Justin: What's your address you big baby

Ariana: Ugh it's ((Insert address)).

Justin: You live in a house by yourself?

Ariana: Apartments make me feel claustrophobic

Justin: How?

Ariana: The corridors are small, I hate elevators and I feel like I have to be careful about what I do because there's other people literally wall to wall to me

Ariana: Plus houses are more comfortable

Justin: I'm definitely coming there

Ariana: Damn right you are

Ariana: Someone just knocked

Justin: It's probably my friend

Justin: If it's a boy, ask him if his name's Jude

Ariana: Okayy😘

I swiftly jumped off my bed and ran to open the door. As soon as I did, I regretted not putting on decent clothes for the least.