"I wanna go there!" Emily squealed as she clung on my shirt, pointing over at a pastry shop. I swear all this girl did was to eat, shop, eat again, then shop again. Who pays?
Me. Apparently because "I" was the guy. And "I" was the one who took her out.
"We just ate, Em," I whined, but she dragged me with her and entered the shop. Well, together with the shopping bags she made me carry. Seriously, was I her date... or her maid?
We went to where the the cakes and pastries were displayed and Emily practically drooled.
"We didn't 'just ate' .That was like, an hour ago," she said, not really paying attention to me as she scanned her eyes of the pastries behind the glass. She looked so happy and amazed just by looking at them. It was kinda cute, to be honest. Except the fact that I hated cute.
Now don't even get me started with the 'Jason-already-likes-her-but-he's-in-denial-thingy' you little suckers.
"Jasey!" she screeched yet again, snapping me out of my daydream as she basically pulled me down so I could see what she was pointing at. "I want that, and that, and that!!"
I heaved out a sigh gave off a fake smile, "Anything my little kitten." I cooed and we paid for everything she bought which was honestly, way too many for a skinny girl like her.
"Gosh, where are you putting all that food?" I couldn't help but ask, making her giggle and blush as she sat the tray of cupcakes on the table we found near the glass wall of the shop. It actually made me feel a little nauseous since I didn't like eating too much sweets.
"I'm surprised you don't get fat since you love food so much," I remarked, watching as she was pretty much enjoying the food than the fact that she was with me. Yeah okay, start with the 'Jason-is-jealous-thingy'.
"Are you saying I'm sexy Jasey?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me as her cheeks turned into crimson. Dang, why does she take everything I say as a compliment?
"Eh, maybe," I merely shrugged and propped my elbows on the table, waiting for her to finish eating. However, she just looked at me with adoration. Her blue orbs sparkling in my hazel ones. Other guys would say 'Damn, she's cute' and fireworks explode or there's spark and all that crap but I have the Jason McCann's version, 'WHAT.THE.HELL.IT.WASN'T.FIREWORKS.THAT.EXPLODED.IT.WAS.BOMBS.'
"Open up, Jasey," she cooed sweetly and shoved a cupcake in front of my face in attempt to feed me with it. I backed up, finding just the chocolaty smell of the pastry enough to make me puke. Like I said, I'm not into sweets. But she leaned in more, basically forcing me to eat it.
"Jasey, pwease," she said in an overly-cute baby voice as she pouted which really annoyed me. I didn't like cute things and all that lovey-dovey crap. I'll admit that Emily was, well, breathtakingly gorgeous but she was a bit mental and too affectionate. Like what the hell.
"I don't eat cupcakes and will you please stop calling me that!"
"But Jasey!" she whined. SO loud that it made several people to look at us and I was in this awkward-bent-back-avoiding-cupcake-position while she was in an awkward-standing-while-leaning-over-to-feed-date-position. Both are accompanied with awkward. Everything was awkward.
My first date really was unforgettable, wasn't it?
-REIGN ALICIA CROSS-
Saying I was worried was an understatement. I was terrified.
It's been an hour since I spoke to Justin. I didn't know if he was okay. I didn't know what happened. I didn't know what was even happening as I just sat in the living room, clutching my phone in hopes he would call back. It honestly scared me that he didn't.
The T.V was on, but I didn't even know what I was watching. Jason and Emily weren't back yet. I would know because the Emily would flood my phone just to tell me how awesome her date with Jason was.
"Ali, I'm hungry," I heard Gracie's voice, causing me to snap my head towards the staircase, seeing her still in her pajamas as she rubbed her eyes. Smiling small, I walked over to her, holding her hand and led her to the kitchen.
"What do you want, baby?" I asked and let her sit down on the table, though my thoughts were still with Justin's whereabouts.
"Cereal!" she cheered, making me slightly giggle at her cuteness. I nodded and went to the cabinets, grabbing the box of cereal and set it on the counter before going to the fridge to get some milk. I then grabbed a bowl and set it in front of her, pouring some cereal and milk.
"Thankyou Ali," she smiled sweetly and I petted her hair, giving her a smile and sit down in front of her.
"Oh the two princesses are awake," my dad's voice filled the silence of the kitchen. Looking over at him, he waved his hands and I merely mumbled a 'goodmorning' in return whilst Gracie jumped off her seat to kiss dad's cheek.
"What about the other princess," dad cocked a brow up looking over at me. I rolled my orbs and grinned at his silliness before standing up and idly walking up to him to give him a kiss. Pulling away, I went to sit back but then, the doorbell rang.
"I got it," I volunteered and ran across the living room and to the door to open the door. But then, I almost screamed at who I had laid eyes on. I contained myself, and let out a breath.
"Gosh, Justin you should really stop showing up in front of my door looking like that," I stated as I gestured at his blooded face. But atleast he wasn't seriously hurt. Well, as I could see.
"It's not my fault if my face is really this beautiful that everyone just have to ruin it," he rolled his orbs whilst I just chuckled at his cockiness. But then, I remembered that my dad's home.
"Oh sh-t," I cursed as my eyes widened.
"My dad's home!" I almost yelled but he still seemed calm.
"And I should know that?" he cocked a brow up. This boy, really.
"You're dead if he sees you idiot!" I said and slightly pushed him back, "Go in the back, wait for me there."
"Damn, okay," he grumbled as I shut the door, just in time my dad went to check.
"Who was that?" he asked. Damn, Reign. Think.
"Uhm," I started, jabbing a finger on the door, "Emily's boyfriend. He thought she was here."
"Emily has a boyfriend?"
"Uh, yes!" I chuckled nervously, "His name is uh... Jason! Yes, Jason!"
"O...kay..." my dad eyed me suspiciously while I just smiled innocently at him, in hopes he would buy it.
"That's uh, cool," he smiled. "Imma go take a shower now."
"YES!" I accidentally yelled, making my dad gasp.
"Geez, what's with you?" he asked, and I inwardly slapped myself.
"I mean, yes! Go take a shower dad. I'll go eat," I just beamed and ran to the kitchen. Just avoiding any more awkward conversation. After making sure he was gone to the bathroom, I made my way to the back door, opening it to a homeless looking Justin Bieber.
"Are you planning on letting me die of hypothermia out here?"
I rolled my orbs, "It's summer."
"And I'm cold, deal with it," he retaliated. Geez, so mean.
"Are you okay?" I asked, scanning his face.
"Yes, really. Why wouldn't I be?" his voice dripped with sarcasm, and it annoyed me. So much.
"Gosh, are you on your period?"
"Are you really asking me that?"
"Well okay, let's just have this effin' conversation then," he crossed his arms. "Cause it all really makes sense."
Merely making a face, I grabbed his wrist but he flinch making me look down. It was bruised.
"Don't tell me you have more of that," I eyed him sternly. He looked down and just shrugged his shoulders, making me heave a sigh.
"So, what happened to Carter?" I asked as watched Justin drop on my bed after cleaning himself up, not to mention, shirtless and looking freaking sexy.
Gosh Reign, stop that. It's weird.
"Who's Carter?" he asked, puzzled.
"Your boss?" I stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Justin's eyebrows furrowed-- which was really hot, by the way. Ok stop that-- as he looked at me. Did he get his brain damaged?
We looked at each other for a long while. He dug his brain, I waited.
"Oh..." he nodded his head, finally realizing who I meant. "That's Logan, not Carter."
"O...kay..." I trailed off, crossing my arms, "So, what happened to him?"
"I killed him," he replied like it was nothing and shrugged whilst I just looked at him with mouth hung open. He didn't even seemed guilty to tell he killed a man.
"How is a cow holy?" he asked, dumbly.
"Justin, you do realize you just said you killed your boss, right?" I asked, cocking a brow up.
"And..." he started, confused, "That makes a cow holy?"
"Gosh Justin, have you lost your mind?! You killed your boss! We're not talking about a freaking cow!"
"But I thought we were!" he said in defense.
"Well, we're not!"
"But I just thought we were!"
"I just told you we're not!"
"Yeah, okay then!"
"But really, what makes a holy cow?" he asked, his face looking all confused. Oh. my. Bieber. You. are. so. stupid.
"JUSTIN!" I scolded, pointing a finger at him.
"Geez, I was just wondering." he rolled his orbs and tore his gaze away from me.
"Well, you shouldn't really think about a cow right now! We are talking about how you killed your boss!"
"But you said you did!"
"I just said I didn't."
"But you said you did first! Damn Justin."
"Really, I didn't. I just kinda killed him."
Okay, there was really no point in talking to him right now.
"Go to bed Justin."
"I am in bed."
Well, f-ck you.
Wait, that sounded wrong.