One Shots ;)

fight/make up

hey and firstly i didn't write this i liked itso thought i'd share it wid u  

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I ran a hand through my messy and tangled hair, as Justin yelled about something I couldn’t keep track of anymore.

  Justin and I got into a fight since the car ride back home, when I caught him flirting with a woman, during our engagement party. Since then, if got really bad.

  He made a whole speech about how he loves me and will always be loyal to me, but runs after another girl two minutes after. It makes me question our engagement.

  We were both siting on the living room couch, facing each other. My leg was bent under the other, as I slowly thumb wrestled my hands. Justin looked tense, like he was about to yell the most hurtful things I could even think about.

  “But when compliment another guy, everything’s fine. Because Tellie’s a saint; she could never do anything wrong!” He spat, rolling his eyes. “But when she does break a rule, it’s so classy that it doesn’t even! What’s gonna happen when you kill innocent kids?”

  “Honestly Justin, I don’t care anymore.” I muttered, staring down at my hands. “You’ll never face the fact that you made a mistake, and I won’t waist my time on you.”

  “No, it’s not that I won’t ‘admit it’, it’s that I never ‘did it’ !” He yelled, using air-quotes.

  “Justin, this is over okay!” I yelled in his face, getting him to raise his eyebrows. “I learned that you’re too childish to admit your mistakes so I don’t care anymore!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about how stupid you are Justin!” I yelled, without even thinking first. I just let the words flow from my mouth. “That you’re too much of an idiot to realize that you’re at an engagement party and that you just promised not to mistreat your future wife! That you’re only gonna have eyes for her for the rest of your existence. Heck, that you spin your head to the girl with the shortest skirt! Your fiancée is right here Justin! Grow a brain!”

  At those words, his eyes instantly became darker, and his facial expression slowly changing; his eyebrows sticking together and his teeth were clenching together, highly exposing his jawline. He was getting very aggravated.

  Angry and shocked by my words, Justin grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me vigorously.

  “Who gave you the right to yell at me like that?” He yelled, his face getting rosier by the second. “If anyone’s gonna yell, it’s me! Do I promised to love you, to take care of you, to be loyal to you; promises are made to be broken! So I turn to every girl with the shortest skirt, it’s an instinct; boys are gonna love girl with the shortest skirt, not the longest slacks! Not a boring old lady like you!”

  His words really stung; he called me an old boring lady. At this point, I couldn’t tell if he was just angry or speaking the truth. Most of the time, when he’s very mad, he spills the truth about everything.

  “Justin…” I barley spoke, biting my lip. “You’re hurting me.”

  He was holding on to me so tight, it matched the pain of three bullets shooting the inside of your shoulder.

  “And you think you didn’t hurt me?!” He growled loudly, frowning his eyebrows very tightly. “You yelled at the top of your lungs to tell me how stupid I am. That I should grow a brain. Well, just to tell you, this brain got a thousand girls waiting for it at the door. This brain got many awards and nominees. This brain is the most famous person in the world! So how about you grow that piece of lint in your head you call a brain.”