Justins Maid

After 17 year old Lily's mom gets to sick and takes time off as a maid for Justin Bieber, Lily is forced to take the job as Justin Bieber's Maid.


18. Cold

She ran her cold hand across my cheek. "Lillian, you are an amazing young lady." I smiled. "Thank you mom." The past couple weeks I haven't been acting so amazing. Regret. "I'll be fine, don't worry." I looked up to keep the tears from falling to my cheek. "Mom, what would I do without you." I leaned against the tile wall, it was cold, just like the rest of the hospital, cold and perished. The nurse walked into the room. She was smiling, and looked so graceful, I condemned her for that. How could she be so happy, in a place so sad. "Well, we will just need to keep her over-night for some exams, then she will be ready to leave in the morning," I assume that was her 'nice' way of saying get the hell out. "Okay, bye mom, love you." I gave her a hug then met Justin in the hallway. "Is she okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I hope." Justin put his arm around my waist, and led me out of the hospital.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in the passenger seat. With everything going on, I had forgot 2 things, one, I missed school, and two, I am Justin's maid. Fuck. How was I suppose to do both, well, forget school. She say she love to party, girl I love your body, why you on the table?
'Cause you know I'm watching, she say she love my molly, so we can leave this party, And go back to my hotel, and don't stop for Habachi, And don't stop in the lobby, I hope you massage me, I hope you can take it when I make you call me papi, the club about to close, come up out them clothes, I'm about to give you what you asking for. L
olly was playing, and Justin started singing along. He was an amazing singer, but I hated the song, It made me think of Maejor, and the friendship I ruined. "You like this song?" Justin asked. No. "Yeah, its...nice." Justin stared at me, "You don't like this song." He turned it down. "Justin, don't be ridiculous, this is a good song." I turned it up, a little to loud. Meet me on the 6th floor, know you ain't a model, you should let me take some pics doe (doe), aha, windows down, speakers loud, look down at my sneakers now. I felt so embarrassed. Justin just laughed, "How about another song."

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