Justin Bieber Interracial Imagines/Preferences

Hello

I was sitting on the couch, missing him.

I tried to watch TV, but HE was up there doing an interview.

Justin Bieber, my one true love, the man I loved, still love.

We broke up about a month ago, it was a nasty break up, he cheated on me, cause he thought I cheated on him. I told him I was 6 weeks pregnant. He swore he used a condom.

I watched the whole interview, I was just waiting for the question.

"So Justin, how's Calla?"

Just by the sound of my name I could see Justin's eyes kind of water,

"We...actually broke up."

The media didn't find out cause we didn't want questions and stuff.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

The interviewer actually sounded sympathetic. But I guess anyone would really, we were in love. Even the media knew we were actually in love.

Once I figured the interview was over I called Justin.

"Hello?"

(Lyrics)

Hello, it's me

"Cal" (Nickname)

I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet

"Yeah, it's me Jay, I was wondering, well, hoping, you'd like to meet at the park, where we met?"

To go over everything, they say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing

"I-I-I've missed you"

"And it's okay if you don't miss me, I just want...closure I guess"

Hello, can you hear me? I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet

"Jay?"

"U-um yeah, let's meet around like 5 ish?"

"Yeah that sounds okay"