instagram ~ j. timberlake

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-ashley-

i woke up to seeing a text from justin on my phone screen. idk why the hell he's still texting me. i unlocked it and read it:

Hey. Sorry about what I said over Instagram. But, I'm serious about the Starbucks drinks. Please don't ask me EVER again.

but btw wanna #TimberlakeAndChill?

I texted him back and said:

it's fine. Still gonna ask you, though

no. I don't. wth is that anyway

i put my phone down and went to go make myself a waffle. while i was getting the waffle maker out, i heard a knock at the door. i sighed and went over to open it. i opened it and there stood justin.

"why are you here." i asked. he didn't even reply. just walked past me and plopped right down on the couch. "please get your crusty ass off my couch."

"hell no." he said. "i smell waffles. can you make me one?"

"make your own waffle. you're 45 years old."

"correction. i'm 35. but you can't make me a waffle?"

"no." then i proceeded to go back into my room. "wait! before you go," he came up to me.

"ashley. you're such a great friend. Even though you can be an ass sometimes." he then kissed my forehead.

"thanks, j." i managed to crack a smile. "you're still gonna make me a waffle, though."

jeez that was horrible.