Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 39

"Okay guys, have fun in Montauk!" I smiled at my family as I put some of their bags in the car.

"But are you sure you don't want us to-"

"Just go! We'll be fine. Abuelo y abuela need your help in their house. Go! See you in a few days," I hugged each of them. And just like that, they were gone.

We needed the house free of parents for this party, so we sent my mom, dad, and little sister to visit my grandparents in Mountak, Pattie has been socializing with fellow single moms, and Scooter had business business business to take care of.

"Are they gone?" Justin asked once I walked back inside.

"Did you not just see the car pull away?" I pointed to the big ass window.

"Sorry?" He chuckled, holding his hands up in defense.

"It's whatever," I took a seat next to him on the couch.

"You can sit on my lap you know. You don't even have to ask. I could be in the middle of a conversation and you can come out of no where and sit right on my lap and I'd continue like nothing happened."

"I know. But this way I can see you more comfortably," I turned my body so I was facing him and criss-crossed my legs.

"So about the party-"

"Justin you need to relax," I stopped him. He's been bugging me all day about it.

"I am relaxed. I just feel weird knowing I know nothing but who's coming, and that makes me nervous."

"So you think I can't plan a perfectly good party?" I pouted.

"No it's just that it's a new experience for me. I don't know what to expect is all."

"You should be clueless for once. And don't worry about it. Stress on New Year's Eve is bad."

"Says who?"

"Me. Next topic."

"Everything's ready for tonight," Alexa walked into the living room.

"And we still have five hours until party time." The rest of our friends walked in and sat.

"So since we're all together and have nothing to do, why don't we play a little game?" Chaz smirked.

"Like what?" I perked up in interest.

"Nothing that will get us drunk before the party even starts," Ryan warned.

"Fine. Uh would you rather?"

"Sounds good to me. Chaz, would you rather fuck Justin or fuck Ryan?" I smirked. The three boys gaped and Chaz cleared his throat.

"Trying to say this is the straightest way possible, I'd fuck Justin because he seems way more fearless and dominant than Ryan at that stuff," He shrugged.

"I do not know whether to be relieved or offended," Ryan murmured.

"I don't know whether to be flattered or scared," Justin chuckled, putting his arm around me.

"Yeah yeah well it's not gonna happen. Um Angela, would you rather lick my feet for 30 seconds or suck Justin's jerry for an hour?"

"Jerry all the way. I ain't licking Chaz's smelly ass feet," She giggled. "Sorry Katie."

"It's cool," I laughed.

"Ivy, would you rather wear crocs to school or twerk naked right now?"

"I'd suck up my pride and dignity, cry, and wear the crocs," She grinned.

"I'd go naked. I have nothing to hide," Justin boasted.