"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, as soon as the door was shut.
"Well, I cut to the chase, I want to take you out" he said, flashing his perfect smile.
"Like, a date?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Only if you want it to be one, babe" he said, smirking.
"I want to get to know you" he said, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"What about your girlfriend? What about Chase?" I asked, awkwardly.
"She's not my girlfriend, and she knows that. She's just a good fuck" he said shrugging.
I shook my head, in disgust.
"And Chase, he won't care either. He'll probably run to Carla. He always does that, their kind on/off"
"So, will you do it?"
I was kind of disappointed and felt like Chase used me.
"Yeah, sure why not" I said, giving in.
"Sweet" he said smiling.
"Where are you taking me?" I whined, tapping my feet against the headboard.
"It's a surprise, what fun would it be if I told you?" he said, smirking.
I groaned in annoyance .
"Aw, don't get mad" he cooed.
"Whatever" I said rolling my eyes.
"Don't fucking roll your eyes" he spat.
"Are you bipolar or something?" I asked, in disbelief.
"No, are you fucking stupid or something?" He said, mocking my tone.
I decided to keep my mouth shut, not wanting to 'pester' him anymore.
We pulled up to a diner. He got out and opened his door for me, before muttering an, 'Im sorry'.
"For what?" I played stupid.
"For being an asshole" He said closing the door behind me.
"Good boy. Apology accepted" I said patting his head.
He chuckled and we made our way to a booth.
Sitting down, we started to chat.
"So, what kind of things do you like?" He asked, clasping his hands together, and leaning forward.
"I like the Arctic Monkeys, Nirvana, Bastille, stuff like that" I said shrugging.
"Ah, I see. So the whole 'innocent' thing is an act?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I just have good taste in music" I said, picking up the menu.
"That you do"
We ordered drinks and continued to chat, laughing here and there.
At one point, we started saying random pick-up lines, cracking up at each of them.
''I'll be Burger King and you be McDonald's. I'll have it my way, and you'll be lovin' it."
I said, laughing at my line.
"They saw kissing is the language of love, how about we have a conversation?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.
At this point, I completely lost it.
People were staring at how much I was laughing.
"You have a cute laugh" Justin said.
"Thanks" I blushed, "You too"
"I think that's enough fake pick-up lines, I don't think you can handle them anymore" he said chuckling.
We were currently walking on a deserted beach.
"If I told you, you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?" Justin said, looking at me.
"I thought you said we were done with fake pick-up lines?" I asked, confused.
"I never said anything about real ones" he said shrugging.
"Something tells me your sweet, can I have a taste?" he asked, complete seriousness washed across his face.
My heart started beating intensely.
"I'm going to kiss you anyways, just figured I'd warn you" he whispered against my lips.
"Is that alright with you?" he asked, again.
"Just kiss me already" I huffed.
One hand rested on my waist, while the other went behind my neck.
Leaning in completely, our lips touched, making my knees go weak.
Immediately kissing back, I felt something in my stomach.
It felt like fireworks, butterflies, like it was doing somersaults.
'Please don't tell me I kinda sorta like Justin'
I thought to myself.
My mind told me I didn't, but my heart said otherwise.