Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"Yovanna Ventura..." (Raylene)

GUYSSS!!! I'M BAAACK! I MISSED ALL OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACES SO MUCH! I HOPE YOU DIDNT MISS ME TOO MUCH, THOUGH ((:

So because I took a 6-week break from wattpad, a lot has happened, and it kills me to say it, but, my support and my love for Justin has decreased significantly. I'm still a belieber, but he needs to clean himself up a bit... I mean, I hope you all hate Yovanna as much as I do because SHE IS SO FRUSTRATING I CANT DEAL WITH HER. And if you do hate her as much as I do, then you'll looove this imagine! :D

Enjoy, and make sure to read my note at the end, it's rather important to me that you do! OH AND THANK YOU FOR 4 MILLION READS WOAH THAT'S AMAZING ILY GUYS! <3

*Raylene's POV*

I sigh and run a frustrated hand through my hair.

Why, Justin? Just why?

Why do this to me? Why do this to me when you know, when we both know, how we really feel about each other? 

I find tears pooling up in my eyes and I wipe them away angrily, the light of the computer screen in front of me bugging my eyes and threatening to give me a headache.

'Justin Bieber and Yovanna Ventura: spotted cuddling aboard a yacht in the Gulf of Mexico. Wonder how long he'll keep this one for...'

Oh, Justin. What are you doing?

I think that nearly everyone can see that this chick-this 'Yovanna'-doesn't really love Jay. Or if she does, it's only for his body, or for his money. It takes a real, genuine, honest woman to love a man, and this slut is anything from a real woman.

And Justin! He's no better! How could he really love her, when it's beyond obvious she doesn't truly love him!! Sure, she's stunning-I'll admit that. But looks don't define a person! Justin knows that... He's always known that... What's happened to him to make him forget who he really is? 

I can't be the one to tell him, because I love him with all my heart and I'd never want to hurt him, but I feel like I don't really know who he is anymore...

I just want my Justin back...

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"Raylene!" Justin shouts after me, carrying out the 'e' at the end.

"Nope," I say through giggles. "I'm not gonna give in. Not to you!"

"Aw, what's that supposed to mean?!!"

I stop and hold my side, trying to catch my breath. Justin tickling you can take a lot out of you.

"Nothing..." I say mischievously.

"Mhm, I'm sure it doesn't mean anything at all."

"It doesn't! Jay, it doesn't."

Justin walks toward me, comes in scarily close, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me back into him, causing us both to fall over the back of the couch and onto it. We both break out into a fit of laughter, and I take in the moment. Justin and I together, less than any space between us, our legs tangled together, me just slightly on top of him and his hands still holding my waist. These are the moments I live for.

"Love you, Ray," He whispers into my ear.

"Love you, too Jay," I whisper back to him.

Oh how I wish he'd tell me he loved me and really...mean it in that way. But it'll never happen. I know it won't.

"Your breath smells like onion," I tell him.

"Your breath smells like mint," He says back to me. "Just like it always does."