Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 29

Justin and I literally devoured that pizza in 30 seconds. Despite it being our first time making pizza, it was actually really good.

"We left a mess!" I exclaimed, putting our plates and everything in the sink. I was referring to the amounts of flour and other leftover ingredients on the counter.

"Justin, come help me clean this up!"

"Just a sec," he replied, scrolling through his phone.

Lazy ass.

I tip-toed toward him and ducked. I reached out for his feet and tied them together with an old rope I found earlier. I knew he wouldn't even notice.

I scooped up handful of flour in one hand and took my phone in another. I started an instagram video.

"Smack cam," I whispered, showing them the flour mixed in with a few other things.

I snuck up behind him and nailed him on the top of his head.

"What the actual... you're dead Katie," Justin forewarned, standing up.

"Can't kill me if you can't catch me," I teased, backing up with the camera still facing him.

"You know I'm faster than you," he stated. He took a running position, but immediately tripped and fell. I died of laughter.

"Now you're really dead," he said, trying to stand up.

"Wish me luck beliebers," I chuckled before I ended the video. I captioned it: 'this is what you get when you dont help me clean. i love pissing him off :p'. After I posted it and turned my phone off, I saw that Justin almost done un-tying the knot.

"How the hell did you tie it this tight without me noticing?" he mumbled.

"Hey you brought this on yourself," I shrugged. I walked over to him and helped him un-tie it.

"You don't want a running head start or something?" he asked me once we finally got it.

"Nah I'm tired. Do whatever you want to me."

"You sure you can handle it?"

"Justin Drew!"

"Kidding!" he chuckled.

"You're freaking gross," I mumbled, getting up.

"I'm sorry. It's nighttime; this is kinda normal," he followed me to the kitchen counters.

"Well dial it down would you?" I muttered, grabbing a sponge.

"I'll do my best," he assured. Then it was quiet until I got pelted with flour.

"Payback!" he smiled mischievously.

"It's fine," I said. "If I can do this!"

"What are you-" he couldn't finish his sentence before I splattered a raw egg on his head. I smirked in satisfaction.

He took some olive oil and smeared it on my neck and shoulders. I got a handul of Parmesan cheese and stuffed it down his pants. After about three seconds, this turned into a nasty food fight.

"Stop moving!" I complained as I tried to smear his face with yeast. He didn't listen, so I jumped on his back where I had a better angle.

"Ahhh!" he yelled, trying to keep his face away from me.

"If you'd just stay still!" I exclaimed. Just as I was about to hit the target, we heard someone laughing. We stopped what we were doing to see Scooter, Pattie, Erin, Jeremy, Jaxon, and Jazmyn staring at us. I realized that Scooter had his phone pointed toward us, and it was obvious he was taking a video. I hopped off Justin's back and blushed.