Justin Bieber interracial Imagines

Soccer gone wrong

Y/N POV

"Y/NNNN"

"Yes ??" I yelled
No reply

"Yes mom what is it?"
Once again no reply. I get up out of bed and drag myself downstairs.

"Always gotta make me get up" I mumbled to myself while walking into the kitchen.

"Y/N, Ethan is playing out on the soccer field with some of his friends go get him and tell him lunch is ready. I gotta go start my shift at the hospital." she explained grabbing her things.

"Isn't he usually here for lunch already?" I questioned

"I guess he's having fun today. Pasta's in the fridge for dinner bye!!"

I grabbed the keys And let down my hair before glancing in the mirror.

I'm wearing nike sweat pants and my white and black nike windbreaker with my white Nikes and my hair freshly washed and curly.

I opened the door and made my way towards the field.

As I approach the field I noticed all the little boys running around chasing a male.

"Ethan!" I yelled walking towards the gates of the field.
He looks over at me and turned around and continued.

Rude piece of shit.

"Ethan! Let's go Lunch's ready and it's cold" I groaned.

I don't understand how all these boys can run around on this field in their boy shorts and it's almost winter time.

I rolled my eyes realizing I have to once again drag him off of the field.

"Ethan I know you heard me !!" I said walking onto the field.

"If you think I going to stay here and wa-" before I can finish my sentence I get hit in the face by a soccer ball. Hard.

"Fuck" I gasp and cover my mouth and plop criss cross onto the floor.

Please tell me my teeth are all still in there

"Stop you guys hit my sister!!" I hear Ethan yell.

"Shit... Lemme see"

I open my eyes to see-

Wait that's Justin Bieber??

Damn that ball must've really hit me hard.

He walks over to me and hold my chin to take a look.

"You're fine... I'm sorry about that we didn't see you walk on. I'm Justin"

"I know who you are but thanks for reminding me, now I know for sure that I don't have a concussion" I sigh.

He chuckled.

"Are you okay ?"

"besides the fact that you guys almost fucked my shit up and I'm pretty sure my front teeth are hanging by a short, thin thread. I feel fine." I sighed massaging my jaw.

"Why did you walk on the field anyway?" Ethan sighed.

I glared at him.

"I came to call you for lunch and you ignored me!"

"Well we were busy you could've waited besides that shouldn't have hurt, you play soccer"

"Not with my face!"

"I would with a face like that"

"Listen toad-"

"Okaayyyy...how about we just finish playing later?" Justin interrupted

"Maybe you can join too Y/N" he smiled.

"Depends are you out to knock my teeth out completely?" I smirked.

"I wouldn't dare with a gorgeous smile like that" he smiled.

I laughed before looking at me brother.

"Let's go maggot"

"Can Justin join us?" He shrugged.

"Why are you asking me do I look like a Justin to you" I raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes before looking at an amused Justin.

"You wanna join us for lunch ?"

" I can just mee- you know what ? Yeah sure" he softly smiled.

"Well let's go !!" I groaned.

"What are we having?" Ethan asked

"You if you don't shut up..." I muttered.

"What? I didn't hear you"

"I said Lasagne... We're having lasagne"

"No you didn't" Justin Whispered.

I smirked.