"Excuse me, but Justin, I want you out of my bedroom right now, and get off of me! I gave you sheets in the living room which is that way," I pointed to the door, "I don't want you on me. I let you stay here because your mom kicked you out, and if this keeps up, I will kick you out to. My God."
"I don't want to leave you alone, I love you, I know that we just met but you have these amazing blue eyes and they sparkle even in the darkest night, and I want to hold you in my arms, it was love at first sight" Justin said in a sweet tone.
"Yes, and I am so happy that you like me and what not, but I have a boyfriend and I don't want to throw him away because of something that YOU like!" I was so disgusted!"
"Whatever" he spat, "I never even liked you."
"What?" You just loved me?" I yelled.
"I am not staying here if you are going to yell at me!"
Fine!" I don't even care!" I yelled as he walked through the door, "I hope that you die alone on the streets!"
I never wanted to see his ugly face that had smuck all over it! I hated that perverted a$$. Who does he think that he is? The president? Oh wait, he is the president, of the bedroom!
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