Texting || Justin Bieber.

54.

Justin's Point Of View

I hated it. Why the fuck was Kylie drunk? It was just 5pm. After she had send me the address I went to my car and got in.
After 30 minutes I finally arrived at the address. I really hoped that Kylie did nothing she could regret. I got out of my car and called Kylie.
"Jussy," she giggled as she accepted the call.
"Come out. I'm in front of the house," I said without any emotions.
"On my way," Kylie said before she hung up. Sighing I leaned against my car. What was wrong with her?
A short time later Kylie came out of the house but she wasn't alone.
"Who's this?" I asked when Kylie and the boy were in front of me. I took Kylie's hand and pulled her to me.
"This is Kyle," Kylie said grinning, "Kylie and Kyle."
"I don't know why she's that drunk. But don't worry she did nothing wrong. I've been taking care of her," that Kyle boy said.
"Okay, thank you," I murmured, "Kylie I'll bring you home."
"No I wanna sleep at your house," Kylie pouted.
"Okay, get in the car." I wasn't mad at Kylie. I just didn't understand why she was that drunk.