I Can Be Your Bad Boy

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McKayshla's POV:

I wake up with the bright sun seeping through the blinds trying to creep up into my eyes. 

I grab my phone and check what time it is. 

7:55 A.M. 

Why in the hell am I awake? 

I breathe out and look over and see Justin sleeping in that uncomfortable chair. 

You can tell he barely got any sleep. 

Plus, he's wearing a blanket that fits half of his body. 

I feel so bad. 

"Justin," I spoke. 

No answer. 

"Justin," I said again. 

No answer. 

"Hey buddy," I said. 

No answer. 

"Friend," I said loud. 

Again, no answer.

"Babe," I said a little louder.

As a response, he threw his blanket over him and sat up, "What? What happened? Are you okay? Do you need me to get the doctor?" 

I knew he would wake up if I called him that.

I laughed, "No" 

"Then, what's wrong?" he ran his hand through his messy hair. 

I scooted over and made space so he could lay there, "Come on," I patted, "Lay here." 

He shook his head, "No, uh, I-I'm fine." 

"No you're not, you've been sleeping there for who knows how many days and you at least need to be comfortable, so come lay here and I'm not taking no for an answer," I suggested. 

He breathed out and walked over and layed down next to me. 

We fixed ourselves and I helped him place the blankets on him nicely. 

He was looking down at me, but I was fumbling with his fingers. 

I've always wanted to know something ever since I woke up though. 

"Justin," I spoke up. 

"Yeah?" 

"Who brought me here?" I questioned. 

"Me and Lilly," he answered. 

I actually thought only Lilly did. 

I looked up at him, "Really?" 

He nodded, "Yeah, I was looking through your tweets and I saw that one about you leaving so I asked Lilly what you meant and next thing you know I was at your house." 

"So you were stalking my twitter page?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"Basically," he chuckled. 

I chuckled and shook my head playfully. 

I looked back at his eyes, "I'm sorry." 

"Why are you sorry?" he asked confused. 

"That was probably a really bad sight to see me like that," I pursed my lips to the side. 

"Oh," he scratched his neck, "Uh, it's fine, I can care less, as long as you're here with me, alive and breathing," he chuckled, "then I really don't care what you looked like."