BitterSweet Love (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Forty: Bad Boys

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"Need a ride?"

"I would love one?"

"Why does that sound more like a question more than a statement?" He unlocked the door for me to get in

"Well you see I don't know where I'm going."

"Then let's just drive and you can tell me about what brought you to this point."

"Well um it's not that long of a story really my boyfriend threw me out onto the street to find myself a ride to the airport oh and then I got mugged of my purse and my suitcase so that was great. Now I'm out of money and no way to get home."

"Well where do you live?"

"New York."

"Well I don't think I've got enough gas for that."

"I wouldn't ask you to do that anyways."

"Your boyfriend seems like a terrible person."

"I mean I knew he had faults, but I never thought he'd be petty enough to throw a women onto the streets alone ya know?"

"Shows that he doesn't respect you."

"My apologies I never introduced myself, I'm Scarlett."

"I'm Hank."

"Well Hank if you could just drop me off at the airport that would be great."

"I thought you said you were mugged."

"Maybe I'll try singing for coins."

"I hope your boyfriend is there so you can get home and so I can mentally beat him up."

I laughed "I think you meant to say physically."

"Oh no I meant mentally. I am too frail and awkward of a man to physically fight. Besides for all I know it could be a Floyd Mayweather built guy."

"Not nearly that built."

"What does he look like?"

"Eh he's about average guy height sorta skinny but still muscular, but he's not fast because of his pants."

"What's wrong with his pants."

"They're basically down to the boy's knees."

"He sounds hideous. You don't need that."

"So how about you? Any girlfriend?"

"Well that wouldn't be an option since I'm gay. Sorry I don't wear the sassy card that's suppose to come with being gay and all."

"That's not a requirement in my book, so any boyfriend then?"

"I'm not a person of commitment."

"Ah, I see. That's the way to live a great life eh?"

"Is that a Canadian accent I spy?"

"The "eh" gave me away, but indeed it is I'm a border jumper."

"Tell me how do you like the taste of freedom that we have to offer here in the land of the free and the home of the brave?"

"It has a very crisp taste although not hardly as crisp as the taste of Canadian bacon."

"Isn't that just ham?"

"Ah you weren't suppose to know what it was. Now you're aware of the fact that my comeback was invalid."

"All you had to do was say crisp maple leaves."