❝ wonderin' if you miss me ❞
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imessage
selena: fetus justin was cute.
justin: what
selena: you replied fast, lol.
justin: because of what u said
selena: it's true.
selena: anyway, how much long have u got in the studio?
justin: i'm not sure
selena: i got booked for a studio later on today
justin: really?? why didn't u tell me! that's amazing, sel
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locking her phone, she swallows the lump in her throat. she was anxious at the most: she hasn't been in the studio for awhile and she has no songs prepared whatsoever.
theresa greets her in her room. "you ready to leave?" at the pit of selena's stomach felt sickening. but she nods yes.
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justin's p.o.v.
"sometimes it's hard to do the right thing when the pressure's coming down like lightning. it's like they want me to be perfect when they don't even know that i'm hurting," i finish off singing, looking over to the window to see what the producers think. they nod, one gives me a thumbs up. taking my headphones off and placing them over the mic, i open the door of the recording room and walk into the main room where the producers were.
"i think that's it. we can send it to skrillex," i heard one talk to the other.
"alright," i respond even if he wasn't talking to me, once i got beside him. "has halsey sent back the track?" i ask, regarding halsey and i's duet.
he nods, showing it on his computer. i smile. everything was finally coming together. i have most of my songs: i just need skrillex to send back this track and for the producers to finish the finishing touches with halsey's and i's track, and maybe adding one or two more tracks, then i should be done.
i was ready.
grabbing my phone absentmindedly, i click down on the home button, my home screen immediately flashing onto the screen. seeing there was no message, i place the phone back onto the table.
selena hasn't texted.
all the feelings i just had melted away as something new filled my mind. selena hasn't texted, and she normally texts firsts. biting the inside of my cheek thoughtlessly, i tap on my home button again. still no notifications.
it felt weird not seeing a message from her. we had became so attached to each other.
and even though we weren't in any way dating, i felt protective. if someone was checking her out while i was with her – this had happened once – i would become protective and hold her hand or grab her waist to show them she was mine, and only mine.
but she wasn't.
but whenever i thought about this, what we call ourselves, something itches inside of me to call her my girlfriend.
i didn't even know what we are, truthfully. friends?
"skrillex got the copy," one of the producers inform me, snapping me out of my thoughts. i nod in response, looking back down at the phone.
screw it.
unlocking my phone and going straight onto my messages and going onto selena's and i's conversation, i type in a message.
imessage
justin: u free to talk?
without thinking, i sent it. regret fills my mind.
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a/n;
yay, u finally got a justin pov! lol.
what do u think justin wants to speak about w selena? and why do u think selena didn't text justin?
also sorry for the little time jump :|
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