Justin Bieber Imagines

Nerf Wars || Funny/Cute

requested by: @why-try

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ahad.

I lazily surfed through the channels, each channel that I passed made me grow more annoyed and bored. Where the hell was Justin?

He said he would be back, but he's been gone for almost an hour. He should know that I was not the patient type, and since I finished all my chores and such, I had nothing to do but wait for him.

I remember catching the small mischief twinkle in his eye and the smirk that played on his lips when he kissed my cheek before leaving. I wanted to ask what he was up to, but he already opened the front door and left.

So an hour later, here I am, bored out of my mind and annoyed at the fact that Justin didn't answer my three calls when I called him. Next thing I knew, my eyelids were closing. I didn't fight the urge to close my eyes and rest for a bit, so I found myself taking a nap.

Click.

I felt something hit my cheek, but I didn't bother to open my eyes.

Click.

Something hit my forehead. What the fuck? Again, I still didn't open my eyes.

Click.

I felt something hit my nose. I was still half asleep as I heard someone whisper a quiet, "Bullseye."

I finally brought myself to open my eyes, as I felt annoyed at the fact that someone kept throwing things at my face while I slept.

I instantly spotted Justin's blonde hair peeking from behind the arm chair that was right across from the couch where I took a nap in. I rubbed my eyes as I got up from the couch and wearily walked to where I saw Justin.

As I looked behind the chair, I saw Justin reloading an orange Nerf Gun with bullets before looking up at me, feeling my presence besides him. He cheekily smiled at me before pulling the trigger of the Nerf Gun to my leg, making the bullet hit my thigh.

I scrunched my eyebrows as I stared at Justin, looking between him and the Nerf Gun in his hand.

"What the hell Justin.. ?" I asked, staring at the 20 year old in front of me, holding an orange Nerf Gun.

"Did you sleep well?" He smiled, getting up from his sitting position. I shrugged my shoulders before looking at the other Nerf Gun that he picked up from besides him.

"I was, but I was interrupted." I accused, staring at Justin's boyish smile playing on his lips.

"Lets play a game." He said thoughtfully, his eyes twinkling in mischief, not affected with being accused for the person who interrupted my sleep.

I squinted my eyes as I stared at Justin under my lashes. "What kind of game?" I inquired, interested.

"It's like hide-n-seek and tag mixed, but with Nerf Guns." He brightly smiled, already handing me the other gun that he had picked up earlier.

I chuckled as I admired Justin's enthusiasm for wanting to play a game that was only meant for kids.

Then again, this is Justin Bieber we're talking about.

"Ok." I shortly answered. "Rules?"

"Well," he started off, thinking. "Whoever hits the opponent 10 times first wins, and the winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser." Justin said, each word he spoke began to sound lower and lower, his eyes locked to mine.