Is he still The Fuckboy?

Chapter ~19~

Justin's pov:

"Raeee wake up." I whine shaking him next to me to wake up.

"Baby what time is it?" He asks, his voice very raspy.

"Um, ten fifteen. Come on we gotta clean." I bounce on the bed. He groans and turns over to me.

"Five more minutes?" He asks.

"I'm going to go down and start cleaning the kitchen. You can come down soon okay?"

"Ok I'll be down in a few minutes." He smiles. I laugh kissing him before I head downstairs.

I walk carefully still afraid to step on glass and end up in the emergency room. I go to the kitchen and see the floor is soaked. I go down the hall and pick out a few towels from a closet. I'll just wash them later. I put all of them on the ground spread out and wipe up the floor. It doesn't take long before all the water ubsorbs in the towels.

Once I'm down with that, I throw the towels downstairs in the basement so I can wash them later. I go back in the kitchen and pick up the tipped over cooler and put it outside. Now it's time to put all the beer bottles in a bag that are on the counter. I bend down to get a trash bag from a drawer. I open it and start to take each bottle, some that are broken, and put them into the bag. Also all the red solo cups.

"Boo." I jump at the deep, quiet voice and the feeling of hands quickly grabbing my waist.

"Babe, don't do that." I whine continuing to get the bottles. Instead of his hands gripping my waist now, he comfortably wraps them around my waist pulling me against him.

"Let's go back to bed." He says and kisses below my ear.

"Nope. We got to clean. Especially you. Get to it." I laugh.

"I have to do the whole sitting room by myself?" He asks.

"No, I'm almost done here and when I'm done I'll come help. Once those two rooms are done, we can do the rest together." I say.

"You're so organized, it's cute." He lets go of me and I pout at myself at the lose of contact.

"Hand me a bag please."

I hand him a big garage bag as well and I watch him walk over to the sitting room. He looks so tired. Welp, this is what he gets. I smile at myself finishing throwing all the bottles away.

"Baaaabe!"

"What Rae?" I laugh turning around.

"Do I have to?" He whines. He's in a whiny mood this morning.

"For me?" I pout, showing him my puppy dog eyes.

"I hate you." He says and walks away from the doorway of the sitting room. I can hear him throwing away cups and bottles.

"Love you too!" I yell. He doesn't say anything. I laugh before closing the bag and putting it out on the porch because I don't want it to leak everywhere.

I walk back to the kitchen and see I'm pretty much done in here. I go to grab another garbage bag and walk into the sitting room where Rae is. He looks so miserable just throwing everything away. He catches me looking at him.

"What are you just going to stand there?" He asks. Ooo sassy.

"Maybe I am. Continue." I wave my hand at him. He puts his bag down and comes closer to me. He acts quick and picks me up off my feet putting me on his shoulder.

"Raeee!! Put me down!" I laugh hysterically hitting his back. He doesn't answer and before I can say anything else, he slams me down on the couch and starts tickling me.

"Babe! Babe no s-stop." I squirm around trying to get him away from me.

"That's what you get for being mean." He says stopping. I breath heavily, still laughing a bit.

"Well, I'll give you props babe. You were good at stalling for a little while." I say. He looks at me with his jaw hung open.

"Excuse me. That wasn't stalling." He argues.

"Hmm." I hum at him. Liar.

"Come on let's get this done. I'm going to clean up the glass and then we can actually get around the house quick." I laugh.

"Good idea." He nods.

~Two hours later~

"Oh my god! That's enough cleaning for one day." Rae plops himself on the couch.

"I know right. Well I think we did good."

"Good? Bitch this place spotless." He says looking around.

"Yeah it is." I nod.

"Can I have a kiss?" He asks. I giggle.

"Will that be your reward?" I ask going over to him.

"Yeah." He pouts nodding. I get on his lap, straddling him. He stares at me puts his hands on my waist. Then they go down further and he squeezes my butt a little. He smirks cutely and leans up a little. I gently grab his jaw and connect our lips quickly.

He sits up all the way on the couch and turns his head the slightest to deepen the kiss. I do the same. I lightly brush my tongue against his bottom lip asking for enterence. He immediately accepts and now we are just messily kissing on the couch.

*Ring Ring*

"Ughhh!" I groan pulling away from Raegan. I get off his lap and grab my phone from the desk the tv is on. I read the text from my mom.

"Shit, they are coming home soon. Is everything clean?" I ask.

"Yeah. And I thought they were coming home tomorrow morning."

"Me too but I guess not....oh wait."

"What?" He asks.

"There are a bunch of cups upstairs. Let me go get them." I grab the garbage bag but Rae gets up and grabs my hand.

"What?" I ask.

"Let me do it." He says grabbing the bag from my hand.

"No I can do it babe."

"This was all my fault in the beginning. Let me at least clean more than you did." He laughs kissing my forhead.

"Thank you." I say as he walks upstairs. "I love you." I add.

"I love you more." He yells from upstairs. I smirk knowing he doesn't love me more than I love him.

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