Me and Justin had just finished watching OITNB when the door bell rang.
"Pizza!!" I happily called while Justin went to open his door and I flicked through the thriller movie section.
A few minutes later we had a huge, steaming hot pepperoni pizza laid in front of us in all its glory.
"Bon appetite," Justin quickly whispered before he took a massive bite. "Mmm"
I smiled like a kid at Christmas time and snuggled back down with my huge pizza slice while the beginning of The Conjuring played.
"Fuck this scary, dumb shit," Justin muttered.
"Mousier Bieber! Language!" I teased.
"You hoe we all know you have the capability of turning into a beaten farmers child when it comes to language,"
"Hm true," I acknowledged before turning my attention to the movie.
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The doorbell woke us up from our peaceful nap.
"I'll get it," Justin groaned, standing from our nest on the couch. "What are you two doing here?" I heard him ask really confused.
"Is it a crime to visit?" I heard Ashton chuckle.
"Apparently so, what the fuck happened at your place girl!" Yasmine exclaimed walking to the living room and plodding onto one of the sofa chairs. "And what the fuck happened to you, you look like a fallen angel!" She spoke even louder, this time almost horrified.
"Really? I thought she kinda looked like a happy, messy child after kindergarten," laughed Justin cuddling back up next to me.
"Thanks both of you," I rolled my eyes.
"But seriously toddler, what's up with your house kid, don't tell me they found your drugs, and they always say don't do drugs kids ugh when will you learn!" Ashton joked.
"Sorry mom, but no not my drugs, actually a crazy, obsessed freak was sitting in my house yesterday as I came in just after you guys left and he had a gun and almost raped me before Justin came in and shot his arm," I heaved myself into a more sitting position and grabbed my glass of water.
"What? That's crazy..." Yasmine quietly spoke, astonished.
It was Ashton's turn to react, "Did you even know him? Or was he really just a random stalk-"
"It was Daniel," I interjected.
"Daniel?!" Ashton was so taken aback I was 100% sure those shimmery blue eyes were going to pop right out of his head.
"Shitden," breathed Yasmine, resting her head on her balled fist and allowing her deep black braids to fall to her face.
"Are you ok?" He answered himself before he let me, "I mean I can see you're ok actually, but what happened exactly, only if you want to talk about it," he ensured.
"It's ok I can talk about it, I'm not a pussy," I joked.
I told them both the full story while Justin got back up and made us all tea.
"You're blessed your mom is a lawyer," Yazz admitted.
"I know right, I was thinking that," I smiled at her, loving how she thought just like me.
They only stayed another hour and we mostly talked about the trip to New York and how crazy it was that Daniel went from cute, Unknown Spanish friend to maldito loco, puta freak in 0.003 seconds. A new fucking record.
Shortly after they left a police officer rang the door to inform me that I could return back home and that it's not a crime scene any more.
Gratefully, I thanked them and went to kiss Justin and tell him see you later. I had to tidy the whole house and get everything in there in order before my mom came back, tomorrow morning.
FÜCK i hate tidying and cleaning, some 1980 commercial shit.
I thought to myself. But it has to be done, it won't clean it's self right?
I sound like my mom, uuuuuughhhh.
