Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"On My Mind.." (Aymara)

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*Justin's POV*

"Tay. Tay, come here," I wave him over. "We're gonna pull a prank on Scooter."

He smirks and nods, calling Ryan Good, Kenny, dad, Nick, and Johnny over. 

"So what's the plan?" Nick asks.

I pull Aymara into my lap; whispering in her ear. "We're pulling a prank on Scooter. Want to join, or can you handle that?" I smirk.

She licks her lips. "I don't know.. Can I?"

"Well.. You're wearing a white shirt, and it might involve water..."

She punches my shoulder. "I'll do it."

"Let's just ambush him," Ryan pipes in as he opens a coke. 

I nod. "Let's.. Get him into his bus. Kenny, make something up to get him in there, and when he comes out, we'll ambush him."

"With water guns." Johnny adds.

Aymara giggles.

"What, babe?"

"N-nothing. Nothing!" I raise my eyebrow. "I swear!" She giggles some more.

I roll my eyes. 

"Girls are so weird," Johnny shakes his head.

"We are not!" 

"You so are."

Aymara gets all defensive. "How!? Name one thing, one weird thing that girls do."

I warn Johnny with my eyes but he keeps going.

Aymara's on her period.. This should be good..

"So many things! Too many things!"

"You haven't named one specific thing yet." Aymara says bluntly.

Damn girl.

Johnny clenches his jaw.

"Alright, alright," I whisper in Aymara's ear. "Calm down, baby. You're perfect to me. Not a single flaw. Johnny's just messing with you, baby. Shh, shh."

She smiles. "Thank you, Justin." She turns around to face me and grabs my cheeks, smashing her lips onto mine.

Hormones. Jesus.

Not arguing this time though.

"Alright. You can stop sticking your tongue down his sexy throat now." Ryan smirks.

Aymara shakes her head. "You're just jealous."

I chuckle. "Okay. Whose going to do what?"

"I'm taking him into his bus and then leaving and grabbing my gun," Kenny says first.

"Let's have two groups." My dad starts. "One waiting for him right outside the bus, and then after we soak him there, we'll laugh and lead him over to Justins bus so he can 'dry off', but we'll have our second team waiting there to get him again."

"Damn, dad. You've played a lot of pranks haven't you?"

My dad laughs. "You have no idea what growing up in 1980's Stratford is like,"