Road Trip (original version)

Chapter 16- Come To Bed

"Shit."

My eyes shot open in fright and I clutched the pillow my head was laying on. I looked up to see Justin sitting on the bed, struggling to take his shoes off. I took a deep breath and calmed down instantly. It's not a killer.

"Justin. Your home." I grabbed my phone that was next to me and looked at the time. 4:43am? Sheesh. He chuckled as he tried to take off his shirt. The more he tried, the more he would lean over and eventually fall on the bed, legs still dangling off the side.

I sighed, got up, and walked around to him. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him. Both hands above his head, his face and arms covered by the shirt. His feet firmly on the floor. Ok Vanessa don't look at the abs. Or the tattoos. I stepped in between his legs and tried to pull his shirt off as multiple grunts escaped from him. Like that time a fan pulled at his jacket on stage and... Ok calm down

"What is wrong with you?" I noticed he still had his sunglasses on and I couldn't help but laugh even more. I pulled his shirt back down and sighed.

He looked at me and tilted his head like a curious dog.

"Heyy Ness" He gave me a lazy smile and grabbed my waist with both of his hands, pulling me foreword. His breath hit my face and I cringed. I reached for his sunglasses but he grabbed my hand in protest.

"No no..t-the lights." I furrowed my eyebrows. He can't be talking about the little glare from the TV. I'm surprised he even recognized me with those sunglasses on in this dark room.

"Justin, it's time for bed, there's no lights." I reached up for his sunglasses once again and he grabbed my broken wrist. "J-Justin stop, You're hurting me!" I winced. He looked up at me and held his grip. "You're hurting me." I repeated.

"Stop hurting people." He mumbled to himself before letting go instantly. He brought my hand up and gently kissed my fingers that weren't covered by the cast. "I'm, I'm sorry." He took his huge sunglasses off and my heart clenched. He's high. He's drunk. He's both. And he has tears streaming down his face. His eyes were bloodshot. Now is that from crying or smoking?

"Who brought you home Justin?" His fingers twiddled with my pajama pants waist band. I ignored the throbbing pain in my wrist.

"Um, Milk." He chuckled. Milk?

"No Justin seriously, who brought you home?" Oh lord I sound like Alex when she's scolding us the way mothers usually do.

"Tys-on." He slurred. "Milk Tys-on." Ok I don't know who that is..but Justin is safe now so I guess that's all the matters. "Shirt?" He smiled up at me lazily. He suddenly laid back on the bed, me still in between his legs.

"Um." I gave him a questioning look.

"Undress me plea-se?" He slurred.

Alright Vanessa..you can do this. You're only undressing Justin.

That didn't help.

I stopped having an internal battle with myself and found my words.

"Alright, sit up."

"No, my pants." He protested.

"You want your pants off too?" He nodded his head and laid it back on the bed. Oh God. I lifted up his shirt and exposed his red boxers. Of course his pants would be low right now. I don't even need to unbutton them. I reached for the waistband and started to pull it down. He groaned.

"Am I hurting you?" I stopped pulling on them.

"No, it feels-s good." Oh. Well ok then. "Keep going." He urged. Alright.. I continued to pull down his pants and he moaned. I laughed to myself and soon enough his bottom half was only covered by his red boxers. I grabbed his hand with my good one and sat him back up. I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled at it upward. It came off easily now that his sunglasses were off.He looked up at me and smiled. Not a regular smile, like a sexy smile. He was now only in his boxers and my inner fangirl was going crazy. If he didn't smell like weed this would be perfect.