True Love

Chapter 13

Ariana's POV

Is something tickling my nose or am I just dreaming? Now the same thing is tickling my ear. Oh my god. What if it's a bug? I jolted up from the ground only to have a pie shoved in my face.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled.

I wiped the pie off my face and opened my eyes. Justin and my mom were laughing histerically.

"That wasn't funny. WHY ARE YOU GUYS SUCH KIDS? Ugh. You guys are. Oh my god. Just. Ugh."

With that I got off the bedroom floor and headed to the bathroom. I could still hear my mom and Justin laughing like there's no tomorrow. Well this is a perfect way to start the day. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I did my normal routine before coming out the bathroom.

I saw Justin sitting on my bed and probably playing Temple Run on his phone. I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. He looked up once he noticed my presence.

"Morning cutie." he said.

I glared at him. "Morning cutie? MORNING CUTIE? Is that all you have to say to me?"

"Um..morning babe?"

"Why are you so...ugh. Never mind. Just never mind."

I started walking towards the door when Justin hugged me from behind.

"I'm sowwy. Pwease forgive me." he said.

"Baby-talk isn't gonna work on me Justin. Now let me go eat breakfast." I said struggling to get out of his arms.

Justin made me face him. Guess what happened next? He. Gave. Me. The. Puppy. Eyes. If it was anyone else I would be able to resist, but nobody I mean NOBODY can resist Justin's puppy eyes. His caramel colored eyes sparkle and when he pouts his pink plump lips... it's just... I can't.

I covered my face with my hands so I wouldn't have to see his ridiculously adorable face, but he took my hands off. I shut my eyes, but I could feel his eyes staring at me. He started kissing my cheek so I would open my eyes.

"Pwease" He kissed my cheek. "Forgive" He kissed my other cheek. "Me" He kissed my nose.

"OK! FINE! You are forgiven!"

"YAY! Now let's go eat breakfast babe." he grabbed my hand and led me downstairs.

"I'm not your babe" I said.

"Yes you are!"

If I start this argument, it'll never end so I'll just let him call me babe. Justin sat at the breakfast table with his fork and knife already in his hands. He had a huge smile plastered across his face. Sometimes I wonder if Justin's a 5 year old stuck on an 18 year old's body.

"Joan your daughter is my babe." he said to my mom as I sat down next to him.

What? I rolled my eyes. I glanced over at my mom who was making breakfast.

"That's nice Justin." my mom said.

She placed 2 pancakes on each of our plates and, of course, Justin started eating immediately. I don't get it. Justin eats so much junk food and he eats a lot in general and he's still fit. My mom sat across from us and started eating. I was the last person to touch my food, like always.

"Ari. Today is Saturday and that means you only have one thing to do and that's grocery shopping." my mom said.

Ugh. How could I forget? This is the only reason I hated Saturdays. I have to do the grocery shopping. It used to be my brother, but he moved out last year. I hate grocery shopping, especially when my mom tags along. She buys a bunch of crap that she doesn't even need and she stops to look at something every second.