"Play some music, yeah?" Justin requests as we drive off the regular old free way. I nod and connect my phone and press shuffle. "Planez" by Jeremih starts playing, I don't press skip because this song is all sorts of moods. I start singing along.
"Have you ever seen the world is yours, on a blimp?" I sing first, just to warm up my rapping skills. I literately love J. Cole, and anybody who doesn't is wrong.
"I could put you in the mile high club, what's up, let's take a trip." Justin sings along, probably hearing the song once or twice before this. How ironic, he could put me in the mile high club, and he's tried. Haha, he's nasty, but I like it. Besides my thoughts, I love our car rides home everyday, they complete me. I know I'm annoying when it comes to singing every lyric, but he hasn't complained yet so I think he enjoys them too.
And here comes J. Coles part in the song, I skip singing most of it because it's common sense not to say the n-word if you're not black and a decent human being. But I resume quickly to sing my favorite part.
"You need a .. that's gunna put it in yo mouth! Dick so big it's like a foot is in yo mouth. And you ain't baby sittin' but my kids all on yo couch and oh, you nasty. Oh oh you nasty, both graduated so fuck, keeping it classy." I rap right at Justin, my sassy hands moving at him with no general message. He laughs but holds it back with his habit of biting his lip. Soon after I stopped singing along Justin lowers the volume and looks at me as we approach a red light.
"So...Do you want me to help you move as soon as we get home ooooorrrr... do you want daddy to..." Justin leads his sentence off as his hands slide into the valley between my legs. Okaaaayyyy! The lights turn green.
"As the song said, 'come over to dig you out'?" Wow, he's so white haha but it's okay, I love that he cites the music I play.
"Mmm, as tempting as you are Mr. Bieber, the sooner I move my stuff, the sooner you could come over without having to sneak around as much." I tell him and pick up his hand from my thigh, intertwining his fingers with mine instead so I don't fall into his spell. Fuck I really cant wait to walk around in my underwear and not have to discreetly take Justin's hands off of my ass. He forgets sometimes that pinching my ass in public isn't really a platonic action we could play off.
"Right, right. Alright then, I'll send Sam to your apartment as well so we can get you out as soon as possible." He says before dialing him through the steering wheel, I thank him. Soon enough we're turning onto my street, Justin parks in an empty parking space near my parents balcony so we can just drop my shit near the car and avoid going up and down the stairs.
"Alright, Sam is already upstairs." Justin says as we get out of the car.
"Right, my dad is probably making fun of his long hair and bad Spanish already so I should get up there quick." I tell him and he just chuckles, shaking his head as I get a move on. Approaching my door I notice Aaron waiting outside of his and looking the opposite way from me, probably waiting for me to get home and ask when a proper day for the movies would be. I quickly walk into my apartment so he doesn't see me. Hopefully I can move undetected and he doesn't even know I don't live here anymore! Love that idea.
"Why you no cut? Te miras como niña Sam." I hear my dad say as I walk in. Sam's hair had gotten significantly longer but he was no where near looking like a girl with his 6'4" stature and his big muscles. He is a whole ass man, with a killer ass.
"Uh.. si. I will cut it soon sir." Sam lies, I know his hair is his pride.
"Nonsense, I can cut it now." My dad stands up from the couch.
"Pa, leave Sam's hair alone, we need to start moving my stuff into Mr. Bieber's car outside. Ya esta el caro alla atrás." I tell him as I head to my room, nodding both of them off to follow me. I hear Sam release a breath of relief. Sam is so polite that I think he would've let my dad cut his hair just because he didn't want to be disrespectful. I laugh at the thought of Sam being bald. Or worse, a bowl cut.
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