But how about you let me help you anyway? It's an offer I can't resist, so I settle with it and nod my head in approval. "Alright Mr. I Can Do Everything, what we cooking?" He bends to the cupboard in front of him and lifts out a few ingredients, holding them in the air triumphantly. "Spaghetti!" I can't help but let out a small laugh as I simultaneously shake my head "wow, so original J. I would've never guessed such a thing". The nickname I gave him seems to have sat well, the beaming grin on his face evident. "Shut your face smart ass and chop these tomatoes would you". Shit, this should be fun.
After a huge mess in the kitchen and a possibility of some really good spaghetti, I had decided that it was time to go and pick up the girls from Justin's parents house.
"Justin, we have to hurry back, I don't want the food getting cold." I told him as I grabbed his car keys, I was driving, whether he liked it or not.
"You guys are having dinner here tonight?" He switched off the kitchen light and looked at my hands, "You can't be serious? You're not driving Nancy."
"Shut up, I wont crash her like last time, get over it it was in 12th grade." I rolled my eyes and we walked toward the door, "And yeah we're gonna have dinner here and then the girls and I will head home. You taking them kinder on Tuesday right?"
"I don't need a van or anything...right...?"
"How many kids do you think you have Justin?" I opened the door to his car, it smelt so good in there."
"Yes ma'm, I'll be there first thing in the morning."
Justin and I aren't dating for the record. He took the girls at his parents house because he wanted them to get to the know them better, he had taken them there once but I didn't agree with it.
Oh and guess what? Justin was is with Ashley.
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"Justin, I don't think this is a good idea. They hate me enough already." I tugged on the sleeve of my white jumper and took deep breaths in, "Are you sure they've changed?" I raised an eyebrow, how could two very rude people change their ways that they've grown with.
"Chill out Janice, we'll pick up the girls and leave straight away." He proceeded to knock on the all too familiar silver door and we waited quietly outside for someone to come and tend to the door.
"Let's hope they're not treating my children like slaves..." My head flicked to the side when I heard Justin cough, "Don't give me that *cough cough* bullshit when you know it's true. Racist ass pigs."
"Woah you need to watch the way you talk about my par-Mother!" He got cut off mid sentence when the door of Mrs and Mr. Bieber's house swung open.
Pattie stood in a black dress looking like she was going to funeral, with some pink warm socks and a cup of coffee in her hand, she reached out to embrace her son while trying to balance the cup in her right hand.
I waited patiently for their moment to be over so that I could hopefully greet her without mentioning anything about our past.
"Hello Pattie, how have you been?" My fingers twirled around my house keys as I waited for her to respond but she obviously didn't, she literally looked me up and down, and the smile that she was wearing when hugging Justin instantly dropped when she saw me. "Of course..."
"Janice dear...You're still...ugh." She shook her head as if disgusted and turned around heading into her house, Justin and I followed behind her. "Justin the children are angels, they have such beautiful, clear white skin."
