instagram ~ j. timberlake

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"you know, you're a really cool person." justin said.

"i know i am, you don't have to tell me twice," i replied while putting my hair into a messy bun. "you're gonna ask me out again, aren't you?"

"i never asked you out. we're not even dating. we just hung out as friends."

"seemed like a date."

"it wasn't a date!" he took his glasses off and ran his hand through his messed up hair. "that's what you think." i mumbled.

"anyway... we could go have breakfast, wherever you want." he offered. "oh, thanks. then let's go to denny's."

- - -

we both sat down in a booth near the door. being the only ones in a usually packed restaurant felt pretty great. "ashley. can i ask you a question?" justin asked. "yeah, sure." i replied.

"do you ever feel weird hanging around me?"

"why do you think i feel weird?"

"you know, our age differences."

"no. we shouldn't let our age differences get in the way of us being friends. we're never going to be anything more, right?"

"yeah, you're right." i gave him a smile and took a sip of my orange juice. "i'm glad. i'm always right."

"not always," i heard him mumble, then push his glasses up. "hey! i heard that. don't make me block you on instagram."

"whatever. you can block me, still won't care." i rolled my eyes at his comment. "fuck you, justin."

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i walked into the bedroom only to find justin asleep on the bed, only in a oversized gray sweater and sweatpants. i silently aww'ed to myself and went over to sit on the bed beside him. i ran my fingers through his brown curls and smiled. he's the cutest when he's asleep.

i continued to run my fingers through his hair until his eyes opened slowly. "w-what are you doing?"

"you were asleep, so i just began running my fingers through your hair. you looked adorable."

"but that doesn't mean you run your hands through my hair, even though it did feel pretty good." he smirked. "ew. gross." before getting up, he sat up and leaned over to kiss my forehead.

"ashley. i love you very, very much - but in a friendly way, alright?" 

"yeah," i wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. i felt him rub my back up and down. "thanks, justin. i love you too, but in the friendliest way possible."

"still going to make me that waffle, though?"

"why do i- well, okay, i guess.."

end :)