Three Way Relationship

68 - Yum, Brownies!

Justin's POV

"Psst, Justin?"

I felt someone shake me. I groaned, rolling over and feeling around for Niall or Zayn.

"Get up, dumbass."

The bed flipped, causing me to fall to the ground with a yelp. I opened, my eyes, ready to kill the bastard who dared to wake me up. But once my eyes met those familiar blue, I screamed.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

"Calm the fuck down!" Jason covered my mouth as I glared at him. How'd he get in the hotel room? where's Zayn and Niall? Actually, where is everyone?

I waited a few seconds, until I felt his hands remove from my mouth. Thank God, because the bastard smelled like Weed.

"Why are you here?" I growled, standing up.

Jason put the mattress back on the bed, then rolled his eyes at me, "I've been here for a few hours, and Zayn, the dark haired guy, let me in for some breakfast."

"What? He let you in? is he crazy!?" I gasped.

"No, he just believed the bull crap I fed him." Jason smirked. I raised a brow. "I told him you were my cousin, and I'm Pattie's sisters kid, from America."

"How could he believe that crap?" I spat, crossing my arms angrily.

"Maybe because we have similar facial features." He rolled his eyes.

"You look nothing like me." I shook my head, although its a lie. He did seem to have similarities to my face, but that's where it ended. He looked a lot taller, not to mention, he had a tanned complexion to his skin, while I was pale. And then there was all those tattoos scattered across his arms, and neck. I bet under his clothes there was more.

Zayn had a few tattoos. He even secretly has a gun tattooed on his penis. But you didn't hear that from me. Its funny he's afraid of heights and flying. I was sure if you weren't afraid to get your dick tattooed, then you wouldn't be afraid of anything. Oh well, Satan has his fears - not that Zayn was Satan. He was my tattooed angel.

That reminds me, I want a tattoo. Niall doesn't have any either, and it'd be cool to get one with him.

"Earth to Bieber." Jason poked my chest.

I slapped his hand away, glaring at the asshole, "Don't touch me, you son of a bitch."

"Didn't you say yesterday that we shouldn't be insulting one another?" Jason smirked.

"I said not to name call each other. I called your mother a bitch, not you." I poked my tongue out.

"Don't insult my mother." Jason spat.

"I'm sure your mother is a lovely woman. Sorry." I sighed, crossing my arms.

"I wouldn't know if she was lovely, never met her." Jason chuckled.

My face fell, "Oh... but why did you tell me off for calling her a bitch?"

"Because I can. Now get dressed because we're going on a bonding cousin trip." Jason smirked, exiting the room.

"What!?" I yelled, pulling at my hair. He has to be joking, right. Ugh.

Fucking asshole, dick munching, bastard, drug dealing, fucking mother fucker, shit head, son of bitch, dumbass!

I quickly yanked on some sweat pants over my pajama bottoms, then pulled on a loose grey jumper. I'm not dressing up for Jason, he'll have to deal with feral Justin. I slipped on my shoes, simply raising my middle finger at my socks. Not wearing them. I sprayed myself, then messed my hair up and stomped out the room, not before grabbing the bum bag.