[Justin Bieber] interracial imagines

Rochelle.

You busy? Sent to Ro❤

I sat on the cold concrete, feeling my body slowly lose energy by the minute. The stars were shining, noting that it was late and soon the street lights would flicker.

I waited for Ro's texts back, praying that she'd say yes and come outside. I just wanted to talk to her. I needed someone to vent to.

If watching White chicks over and over again counts as busy then yes. Why wassup? Sent to Jaybear💕

I rubbed my temples slowly trying to find a good way to tell Ro to come outside so I could talk to her. If I told her I was outside of her house she'd think I was crazy-we've only known each other for a short period, and yet she's the only person I could talk to.

Let's just say...I'm out front of your house and I'm not leaving until you come outside. Sent to Ro❤

I stood up, still griping my phone and waltzed to her front door.

Incoming call from Ro❤

"Why are you at my house white boy?" She asked with irritation.

"I miss you." I smiled knowing that she hates the mushy stuff.

"Oh shut up and get off my grass before I get my ass beat. I don't know about you but my parents still beat me so leave before I have to best your ass myself." I fell into laughter at her trying to get me to leave, but kept down so I didn't cause a disturbance.

"Come outside I need someone to talk to." I begged. I bit my nail, hoping she'd give in and come out.

"Since when was I a therapist? Look Justin just because I gave you a nickname and sometimes talk to you in the hallway don't mean I really fool with you like that." I was trying my best to take that as a joke.

"You got five minutes to come out here. If you're not down here before or exactly five then I have no problem meeting Mrs. Skye."

"I hate you." After that she hung up.

"I love you too." I whispered to myself with a small smile.

I walked back to the sidewalk, sitting in the same spot as before-feeling the cold surface yet again.

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"This boy got me so fucked up." I rolled my eyes trying to find some sweats to slide on so Justin had someone to gossip to.

This boy is something else.

I tried my best not to make so much noise. It was 12 o'clock so everyone was knocked, but me of course who couldn't fall asleep.

I closed my bedroom door slowly, walked down the wooden stairs-step by step and finally made it to the...kitchen. How could I go outside without a midnight snack?

I opened the cabinet full of chips and candy. I wonder what kind of chips Justin likes? Fuck it. I grabbed the tastiest thing I saw. Cheez-it's.

I felt a buzzing in my pocket, notifying me that someone just texted me. I knew it was Justin so I just left it. "Okay food-check. My cute ass-check. What else do I need?"