Love Yourself (JB+AG)

[14]

Justin

Saturday, 5:57 pm

"Who said you could do that?"

"I did. I mean, you were practically asking for it. The bottom of your, I mean my, shirt is all the way up to your neck. You are exposed." She giggles, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I guess I'm fine with it. I guess."

"Of course you are. You love me, remember?"

"Yes, I remember." She smiles.

I rub her back. The only thing my hand touches is skin and her bra strap.

"That feels.. nice." Ariana says.

"I know it does." I smirk.

This was the most fun I've had in a long time. Any time being with Ariana is fun time.

"What do you wanna do?" I ask.

"Eat pizza and watch movies. All night. Literally."

"That sounds like a plan."

"Wait. It's not gonna be a plan if I have to get off of you. Then plans are cancelled. I've been sleeping here for two hours and I'm not getting up just so you can-"

"I understand. You don't have to get up. At least not until the pizza gets here."

"I can work with that."

"Good. Im guessing you want cheese."

"You're absolutely correct. How'd you know?"

"You told me. You're like half vegetarian or something. You're not a fan of meat, although I don't know why, but whatever." I find the number for the pizza place down the street and Ariana laughs.

"You're weird." She says.

She watches the TV, which is playing an old movie called Kingdom of the Spiders, even though she hates bugs.

I order the pizza and put my phone down.

I move my hand from Ariana's back to her head and start stroking her hair.

"Stop! You're gonna make me fall asleep again." She whines.

I laugh and continue playing with her hair.

"Justin, I'm gonna slap you."

"No, please don't." I reply sarcastically.

"You're an assface."

"Thanks. I get that a lot."

"From who?"

"I was kidding. You weren't supposed to ask that."

"Oh. I was really hoping someone else called you an assface. Knowing you, they probably did. And you're lying."

"I probably am."

"You really should know." 

"Well, maybe I do. I'm just not telling you."

"That rhymes." She giggles.

"You're such a child."

"I'm not a child. I'm practically older than you."

"You're definitely not older than me. Last time I checked, I'm 22, and you are 21."

"That was the last time you checked. I could've had a birthday."

"No you couldn't have. You're birthday is June 26th. It's April."

"I told you that?"

"You did. Unless I'm a stalker and I know everything about you."

"That's creepy."

"It is."

"I fucking hate spiders." She buries her head in my neck and I chuckle.

"Then why are you watching this movie?"

"I don't know. Don't question me."

"Okay, Ariana." 

"Don't' okay Ariana' me."

"Okay, Ariana. I promise not to 'okay Ariana' you anymore."

"You just did it again." She says, unamused.

"I know."

"I don't like you."

"Ariana, we just did this. But, I like how it ended so we can do it again."

"We don't have to 'argue' about my love for you for you to get a kiss. You just have to ask."

"Can I please have a kiss?"

"Of course you can."

Ariana kisses me, and it seems like she lingers for longer than last time.

"That was easier than I thought." I say.

She giggles and her cheeks turn a light shade of pink, like they did earlier.

"You are so fucking adorable." I stroke her cheek, and she smiles, showing off a dimple.

"I love you Ariana, and nothing can ever change that."