down in the dm - j.b.

forty eight

if someone ever said this to me about my stretch marks im marrying them 😭
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audrey

we had gotten into the club, me not noticing any faces. justin wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer as we walked through the crowd. many people stared at justin me just laughing. when we got further in, we waited for maejor and avery. "let's go get drinks." justin says to maejor. they walk away, avery smirking.

"being rich is fucking awesome." she looks around, then furrows her eyebrows. "is tha-"

"it's not." i mumble. "no it's fucking not."

when justin and maejor came back, they handed us our shot. i took mine with no problem but seeing that avery's a lightweight, she sipped hers. "who sips on a shot?" justin laughs, taking his shot. "oh shit, it's chris."

"oh fuck me." i say, which was meant to be in my head. justin looks at me wide eyed. "i saw him and i was trying to convince myself it wasn't him."

"chris!" justin exclaims, chris brown's sexy ass face turning to look at us. he walks over with a drink in his hand, smiling. "chris, this is audrey."

his smile turned into a smirk as he opened his arms to hug me. speechless, i hug him back, then avery hugs him. "justin's friends?" he asks.

we nod, then avery scoffs. "don't know what you and justin are but you're not friends."

"just put us on the spot." justin says from next to me.

"drinks on me, come on." chris laughs, all of us following him. justin had grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"what's wrong?" i ask.

"are we ever going to talk about us?" he asks, probably forgetting what the fuck happened earlier.

"stop being all in your feelings, justin. let's have fun." i remove his sunglasses, and putting them in my purse. he rolls his eyes and follows behind me. "you look tense."

"i can see people taking pictures of me and it's really annoying." he rolls his eyes.

"you're famous, what do you expect?" i chuckle, moving his hair from his face. "we're going to party like we do where im from."

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