Justin's POV
Once I got into Malia's room I put on my jeans from yesterday, my white tank top and plaid button shirt that I worn under my sweater, leaving my sweater still on the ground. I picked up my sweater and struggled folding it neatly like my mom normally would, once I was dressed I moved back to the bathroom fixing my hair trying to make it the perfect quiff I usually do. Damn this is hard not having my products for my hair, I thought to myself "Screw this" I mumbled to myself
I walked out of the bathroom, heading towards the stairs getting a whiff of sweet cinnamon goodness, I galloped down the stairs wanting to get a taste of what ever Malia must be baking, with every step the sound of a familiar tune was getting louder. As soon I turned the corner from the last step I spotted Malia dancing to the beat of Talk Dirty To Me, I couldn't help but giggle from the dance moves she was doing. I watched carefully as she stuck her butt out moving it in side to side while her arms were out in from of her moving in a circular motion to the tune of the trumpet solo.
She swiftly turned around with a swing of her hips still not noticing my presents "Been all around the world don't speak the language, but yo booty don't need explaining, all you really need to understand is When. You. Talk dirty to me" she sang but instantly stop once she saw me staring 'H-how long have you been there" she said while her tan cheeks flush red
"Uhh about 5 minutes" I answered, while walking over to her
"Oh god that's so embarrassing" she slapped both her hands on her face trying to cover the embarrassment
".....I wouldn't mind talking dirty to you" I said with a smirk
She swayed her hips to the remaining last tunes to the song while walk towards me pulling me in her arms, she tilted her up to me bringing her lips to mine giving me a soft kiss "You're cute" she said pecking my lips
"I am?" I smirked again
"Yeah, your hair its very stylish" she giggled
"oh god, yeah I didn't have my usual stuff to put in my hair" I said running my hands threw my messy hair
"That's okay, I can fix" she quickly pecked my lips "But you should have some cinnamon rolls" she pulled away grabbing me a glazed cinnamon roll, she brought it up to my lip indicating for me to bit in to it. I took a big bit humming with satisfaction of how good it is "You like it" she questioned
"Mmhhmm" I quickly took a bigger bite of the cinnamon roll, Malia fed me the last of the cinnamon roll "Amazing" I praised
"haha glad you liked it" she giggled, I grabbed her hand glancing at the frosting on her fingers, I quickly licked one of her fingers clean of frosting causing Malia to pull her hand away while giggling non-stop
"eewww Justin your so weird" she wiped her hands of on her pants while giggling "Why did you just lick my finger"
"You had frosting on your fingers, no need for that to go to waste" I stated
"You're so weird" she said taking a bit of a cinnamon roll
"Thank you" I bowed "So I didn't know you bake"
"Yeah, I had a helping hand from The Pillsbury Dough Boy" she confidently said
"Then that must mean you are a master baker then" I chuckled
"Oh yeah" she nodded her head
After eating about ten cinnamon rolls Malia led me up stairs to the bathroom to fix my hair, once we got in the bathroom she opened the cabins under the sink grabbing gel and hair spray. "Okay face me" she said I turned towards her looking down at her gorgeously tan face, she brought her small hands up to my hair running her figures through my light brown hair "Hmm, your hair is so soft" she smiled
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Invisible Love
FanfictionJustin Bieber is the hottest guy in school, all the girls faint at the sight of him. Malia is invisble, well in her mind at least, all she wants is to attract the attention of Justin, little does she know that Justin has his eye set on odd and quite...
