OMF ^^ baby 😩😭 I can't rn I stared at that gif for two hours. My cubby wubby lemonhead.
Pattie opened the door letting me inside the next morning and as she did she looked stressed and worried.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"No, Justin didn't sleep at all last night he kept crying and throwing tantrums I don't know what to do, I'm so tired, I barely slept and I'm already late to work," she explained as she anxiously walked around gathering her things.
In the distance I could hear Justin's soft cries. Fuck I really fucked up for yesterday; I shouldn't have brought Xavier and told him that. I knew he secretly was catching some kind of feeling for me.
"I'll take care of it, you go ahead and go to work before you're more late," I said.
"You sure?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Okay thank you call me around ten to tell me how he's doing," she said walking towards the door.
"Will do," I said watching as she closed the door behind her.
I slowly tip-toed over to Justin's room. I walked inside finding him crying on his side with his back facing me. As I walked closer I noticed he was wrapped around in a blanket and cuddled up into a little ball.
"Justin?" I asked.
"N-NO!" He yelled.
I sat on his bed trying to pull him towards me. "Please stop crying."
"I don't w-wanna!" He yelled smacking my hand away.
I got up and walked to the other side of the bed. I kneeled down in front of him placing my hand on his burning cheek. He tried moving away but I pulled his arms down revealing all of his face.
"Please don't cry, I know you're upset but Justin-" he cut me off with a loud cry as he moved away and sat up hitting his chest and his face continuously.
I quickly climbed on the bed holding his arms down, "Hey! No hitting, no hitting!"
"G-go! Me go!" He yelled.
"Justin listen to me!" I yelled causing him to start shaking uncontrollably. I shouldn't have yelled...
He was way stronger than me and I soon lost grip on his arms sending his arms flying over to his chest and face again.
I had no idea what to do. In a few seconds I would start crying to because I hated seeing him cry. I hated not being able to take his pain away. I hated myself for letting him catch feelings.
"Justin," I whispered but my whispers were useless.
I stood up on my knees placing my hands on the side of his face softly rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs.
He smacked my arms and my sides in attempt to hurt himself but soon the smacks slowed down.
I scooted closer to him sitting back down on my legs and looking into his tear-stained honey brown eyes. My eyes filled up with tears and I tried not to close them so the tears wouldn't run down my cheeks like rivers.
