super nova

“What am I walking into?”

“Mysa. It’’s kinda like... Swedish chill.”

It’s cute that you’re trying to act like I wasn’t one of the best looking people in the world.

“Wow. It must be impossible to see your own reflection with your head lodged that far up your ass. Hey-” Nova snapped her fingers. “I bet that’s why you’re so constipated!”

“What am I walking into?”

“It’s a Swedish thing.”

I am so lucky to have you worry about my health.

“Ah. So constipation it is then.”

“Solo un poco. Wait... Does that mean you haven’t heard Purpose yet?

Funny one, are we? I don’t have time for this.

“Hmm.... You know, I really can’t tell if that’s constipation or just your bitch face.”

Who’s asking?

Apparently, the accent wasn’t giving her away.

He laughed and grinned back. “I’m glad we’re still friends, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone else to sing crazily with.”

Nova stepped back, a playful laugh on her lips. “Liar. I bet you sing with everybody...” Not that she minded, though.

“Grazie, signore. But the credit really goes to Justin.”

“Diu-diu-duu-duu, seriously the instrumental part is so good too.”

“I know!”

Isn’t it just great to be stuck here with all of you? Toz aleek!

“New arrival?”

“I never took you one to jam to JB, but I’m in!”

"Yeah, I decided I liked him once he ditched the bowl cut and got a six pack.”

I’m sorry yeah Sorry yeah Sorry Yeah, I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I’m sorry now?

As he finished the chorus, Nova flashed him a brilliant smile. “This is why we’re still friends.”

His objection proved to be encouragement to Nova’s ears. “I'm not just trying to get you back on me, oh no—” she continued, hands raised above her head and her hips shaking in time to the beat.“'Cause I'm missing more than just your body, oh!”

“Um… hi?”

“Hallå!”

Yeah, no. I don’t dance.

“But... but how? It’s Bieber.”