Justin Bieber Imagines

He's Just Different || Dirty (Part 1)

( Part 1 )

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I walked down the unfamiliar street, absolutely positive that I knew where I was going. But deep down, I knew that I really - actually don't know where the hell I was or going.

I hugged my own body, in an attempt to warm myself from the very cold night, but of course - with my thin jacket, I was getting a minimum amount of warmness. I looked around my surroundings, almost a little afraid of where I might be, and I regretted ever moving from my spot back at the more safer side of town.

Graffiti was all along the walls of where I passed, some colorful and some just plain pictures of things that I couldn't make-out. Weeds and untrimmed plants grew all around the floor and some on the cracks of the sidewalk. And some trash and plastic flew around the area, due to the wind.

The starry night above me added to the spooky scenario just perfectly, because this side of town just basically seemed to scare the shit out of me. I have no idea how the hell I ended up at this side of town. It scares me because this is basically where all those big and badass people seem to like to hang out.

I continued to walk, some street lights flickered as I kept walking, and the empty road... well, just... empty.

I know what you're thinking - "Hey, use your phone to call someone, you stupid girl!", but my phone died on me about half an hour ago, so I couldn't even contact anyone. Plus, no one didn't seem to help me as I tried hitching a ride on a car - pathetic right? But people didn't want to stop for me. And I could've used a pay-phone, but I had no change to use.

Yeah, this is what happens when you just want some coffee and then you try to walk back home. Well being the stupid me, I tried using a shortcut, but as you could see now -- that didn't really turn out as I planned.

I kicked a stone, and stared ahead as I just mentally worried and panicked inside because - who wouldn't? I was lost for fuck's sake!

And I didn't have anyone or anything to help me.

As I kept walking, I heard a spraying noise, and I'd be dumb if I didn't think that it wasn't a spray. Continuing to walk, I soon saw a figure in front of a wall, as the person swatted over to spray something onto the lower area of the wall.

The guy stood up straighter, as he seemed to admire his own art on the wall. My footsteps were now slow and steady, as I thought to myself if I should talk to him or not.

The stranger was wearing a pair of black jeans, hanging down that showed off his white boxers, and a white tank top that clutched his body perfectly - showing off his tattoos and built body. With a pair of white sneakers, he also wore a black snapback.

I guess he seems a little decent, right? Oh god, I'm totally going to regret this decision.

"Excuse me!?" I yelled, blurting it out without even thinking.

The stranger seemed confused, but he turned his head towards my direction, following the sound of my voice.

I now saw his face fully, and I would admit that he is pretty cute.

My feet rushed over to him while I waved my hand to the stranger, thinking to myself how lucky I was to actually find someone out in this deserted area.

"Uhm, you're in the wrong area little lady. This is no place for people like you." He spoke, his voice sounding a little raspy.

"I know, I know." I agreed, finally in front of him. "I was - uh, lost... and I couldn't find my way back, and I just ended up here, and I'm just really confused. And nobody didn't seem to help me --" My sentence was cut off short, when he put his index finger up to silence me.