Bizzle, Rick And I (Justin Bieber)

Bizzle In My Room

I'm still here composing myself. Is this really Bizzle infront of me? Last time I saw him, he's at the hospital. It's been two weeks and here he is, getting drunk and vomiting outside while its raining. 🙄

"Bizzle! What the hell are you doing here?! Don't you know there's a typhoon! Wake up!" He just moaned. He is very drunk.

*Calling Driver Cris*

"Hello, I'm here in front of the bookstore." I said.

I saw our car coming and our driver went out with an umbrella.

"Ma'am we have to go."

"Cris, I can't leave him here, he's my friend and he's drunk. Can you carry him inside the car please?"

I hold the umbrella and our driver carried him at the backseat of our car. Bizzle was laying down. I sat at the passenger seat.

"We have to go home very quick, the rain is getting harder mam, where is this guy's house?"

"Umm just.. I don't know just bring him at home. I forgot his address." I lied. Well not really because I don't know his apartment. I only know his parent's house and he is not staying there.

As we're on our way, I look at the mirror and saw him. He's wasted. I wonder what his friends and family are thinking, are they finding him? Are they worried? I touched his pocket to find if he's carrying a cellphone. It was vibrating.

*Calling Cameron*

I answered.

"Bizzle, where the hell are you?! We've been looking for hours!"

"H-hello?"

"Hello, who is this?"

"Cameron, this is A-apple."

"How did you-"

"I found him vomiting outside the bookstore and it was raining so I brought him with me on our house. He's so drunk."

"Oh thank God. We're here at his condominium and it is too far from where you are and it's raining heavily. Can he stay there in your house for a while?"

"Sure, it's okay."

"Thank you baby gir-"

*hang up*

Ugh. Cameron is such an asshole.

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Our driver carried him inside the house.

"Who is this guy?" My mom asked.

"Umm.. mom."

"Is that Rick?!"

"Mom, no. That's Bizzle, his twin
brother. I found him laying down the street. I can't leave him there."

"Are you sure you're okay that you bring him here?"

"I'm okay mom, I'm thinking if it's okay with you and dad."

"There's no problem honey, as long as you're okay with it."

"Thank you mom."

"Mam, where should I bring him?" Our driver asked.

"Bring him to my room."

My mother gave me a look.

"It's not what you think mom, I'm going to sleep at the sofa."

"I'm not saying anything but if that is what you want. Cris bring him on my daughter's room and also clean him."