texts ; justin bieber

40.

"Foul!" I hear Justin yell for what seems like to be the 40th time today. I'm currently sitting on the bus while he's outside playing basketball with Khalil.

"Bro, shut up." I hear Khalil yell back. I giggle to myself at the situation. After that I hear the sound of the ball hitting the ground multiple times. I decide to get up and join them outside. As I walk outside I see Justin lining up to shoot the ball.

"Foul!" I yell just as he's about to shoot.
I can see I scared him by the way he jumps a little bit into the air. I start laughing as he slowly turns around and gives me a straight faced look.

"T-that was so funny!" I keep laughing, holding onto my stomach for emphasis, I can hear Khalil laughing next to me.

"Why must you do this to me." He sighs then walks over to us with the ball tucked into his arm, his hand on his hip to hold it in place.

"That Jump was impressive, 10 out of 10." My laughter dies down a little as Justin drops the ball and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder so my I'm facing his back. "Justin you're all sweaty put me down!"

"I'll think about it." I already know he's smirking without having to look at him.

"I need to go take another shower now" I sigh and hit him slightly on his back.

"Wait here khalil" Justin says and starts walking back to the bus still holding me, me bouncing up and down from his foot steps. He goes into the little bathroom, which thankfully includes a shower, and stops, putting me down. "You're so cute, trying to make me miss my shot" This time I can see him smirk.

"Trying? I seem to have succeeded." I smile up at him. "Now go, Khalil is waiting and I want to be clean again." I lean up and quickly kiss his lips and he fully smiles.

"Are you gonna come back out?" He asks as I grab my phone, going to my music and choosing a song to listen to while I shower.

"Yeah I will be." I nod looking back up at him and he nods at that and leaves the bathroom.

I take about 10 minutes in the shower. Once I'm out I dry myself off and get redressed, I'm about to leave the bedroom area when Khalil walks up to me.

"Justin hurt himself. Again." He sighs a little dramatically and I widen my eyes slightly.

"Hurt himself?" I walk past Khalil and out of the bus to see Justin laying on the ground holding onto his ankle.

"Justin!" I run over to him and kneel down next to him. "Babe what happened?"

"I-" he pauses and squeezes his eyes shut for a second before reopening them. "I think I twisted my ankle. I was running to shoot the ball, fell over. Now I'm here."

I feel so bad for him. He just got over this back injury and now something else happens. He can't catch a break.

"Why am I so clumsy." He sighs as I lean over and rest my hand on his cheek, moving my thumb up and down slightly just as Khalil comes back inside.

"We should probably get him to a doctor to get it checked out." He says going over to us and I nod as Justin slowly goes into a sitting position, trying not to put any weight on his foot.

I stand up and grab his hand, helping him up, then helping him over to the rented car we had. Once we're in the car he groans irritatedly and lays his head on my shoulder.

I sigh sadly and run my hand through his hair. "I'm sorry babe, hopefully it won't be that bad." I say as he takes my other hand, interlocking our fingers.

Whenever he gets hurt like this it always seems like he feels bad about it. I don't understand why, it's not like he's doing it on purpose. Like when he hurt his back he was beating himself up about it for days, going on Twitter what seemed like every 10 minutes and tweeting about how sorry he was about canceling shows. He was so afraid that people would hate him for it. Once we made it to the doctors I helped him out of the car and he held my hand tightly as we made our way inside.

Me and Khalil waited in the waiting room as they brought Justin to see one of the doctors. We sat there for probably a half hour before Justin came out with a large boot looking cast on his foot.

"Is wasn't that bad that I needed crutches but I still need to wear this heavy ass thing." He says as he comes over to us and we both stand up to leave.

"It doesn't hurt when you walk on it?" I ask him as we walk towards the exit, me and Justin holding hands again, him going a little bit slower.

"Not really, they said this thing is supposed to elevate it enough so it won't hurt when I walk or something like that." He shrugs as we make it back to the car.

"That's good" I reply and help him into the car then getting in next to him. He goes back into the same position of resting his head on my shoulder and I run my hand through his hair again as Khalil drives us back to where the bus was located.

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