My Best Friend's Roommate: (Justin Bieber Fan Fic)

Thirteen | Drinks and Confessions

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I open my eyes and my shoulder feels heavy. When I turn my head, my face is greeted by Bieber's fluffy caramel colored hair. Checking the clock it read 8:32 pm. We've been sleeping for almost four hours. After our whole little make out session, I finally found it in me to pull away and return to watching tv, with Bieber's arm around my shoulder. Now he was sleeping on me. I want to wake him up and tell him it's almost nine. I wouldn't want him to get in trouble but, he just looks so cute sleeping. His pink lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were furrowed, making them look bushier than before. Wait, what? Did I just say Bieber looked cute sleeping? I need to get myself together. I'm not me when I wake up.

I place my head back on the bed and look at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. What if my feelings toward Bieber grow stronger? No matter how much I try to fight them? I don't want to fall for someone who clearly is already taken. (By the most dumbest bitch on campus I must say) and if he liked me back, why is he still with Bailey? This is why I stay away from love and relationships. They're too complicated for a girl like me.

Justin makes a soft noise. Leaning his head back into my hand.

My hand. I was running my fingers through his hair and hadn't even noticed. I pull them out slowly, hoping he wouldn't wake up.

"Why'd you stop?" he's smiling opening his eyes.

My heart starts racing. "Uh, it's almost nine. You should go before you get in trouble."

Bieber groans and sits up. When he stands he stretches, his shirt lifts, showing a perfect v-cut. I look away quickly before he notices me. He fixes his hoodie on his body and turns to me. "So, I'll have the song edited and finished by Monday. We can go over it after class."

I nod, getting up to walk him to the door.

He heads out and turns around when he's on the other side, in the hall. "I look forward to our meetings if they end like this." Before I could give a response he's tugging at my shirt pulling me close, kissing my cheek.

I should probably curse him out again but, it's late and I don't want to disturb my neighbors. I pull away from him and close the door. Walking back to my bed I find myself biting my lip, holding back a smile.

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"Dana." Mark's standing in front me smiling. I look up at him not sure if I should pound his face out or rip out this new dumb lip ring he must've recently gotten.

I tighten my jean jacket. I was walking around today pretty much touring the place as if I hadn't already seen it on orientation. I want to rethink this stupid idea for two reasons. 1, it's cold and I could've been in watching tv. Two, I ran into Mark.

"You haven't been answering my texts or calls. What's up with that?"

"Maybe it's because I don't want you." I snap. I see hurt and confusion fill Mark's eyes and I suddenly feel bad. That changes when I think about the day in the band room.

"Are you saying you found someone new?" he stuffs his hands in his pockets, frowning.

"Look." I roll my eyes. "Let's not forget we were never dating in the first place." I didn't feel like taking it there with him. I wanted him to be just as confused as I was when I saw swapping spit with some other girl and, on top of all this he still has a girlfriend. I turn around to leave but Mark snatches my arm and spins me around.

"So you're just gonna leave because you found someone else?" he crosses his arms. "Which is totally not fair being that I've been here lonely waiting for you to reply to my messages. I missed you Dana and the fact that we've only been away from each other for week and you already finding someone is ridiculous. I'd never do that to you."