#jb-imagines

*Part 1*

*Part 2*

*Part 3*

*Part 4*

*Part 5*

Yet another week and a half  had passed since Justin had gained and lost conciseness. (excuse my English) “(yn), you need to eat something.” Pattie reached out her hand to hand you some money but you shook your head. You weren’t in the mood for eating.You just wanted to see Justin and find out what he meant by ‘he deserved this’. Justin was in and out and you wanted to be available at any time just in case he was able to take visitors. 

“I just spoke with one of the nurses. She said that Justin is going to be okay. He will be released in a couple of days. Now go eat.” Pattie forced the money into your hand with a smile and waited for you to head to the cafeteria. In the cafeteria you grabbed a jello and a coke then headed back to the waiting room. “Early release!” You heard Pattie squeal while walking to your direction. You sat your coke down and looked at her confused. “He tested out! He’s coming home today!” She explained. A smile as big as earth grew on your face and you couldn’t help but join Pattie in her happy dance.

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The car ride back to the house was close to silent beside the occasionally conversation starter that Pattie would throw out. You wanted to wait until you and Justin were in private before you asked him any questions and Justin was too nervous to speak. “Here we are.” Pattie announced once she pulled up at your and Justin’s house. You were the first to get out. You pulled the wheelchair out of the back and helped Justin into it. You rolled him inside to the living room. “I’m going to head to the little girl’s room.” Pattie disappeared. Justin looked up to you and sighed. “(yn).” He was about to answer all the questions you had been thinking. “I’m not...I’m not through with Selena.” He finally said. “What?” You stammered. Justin held his head down. “It’s all really complicated and uh...she’s pregnant.”

*Part 1*

*Part 2*

*Part 3*

*Part 4*>>>>>>>>>>

You had been pacing the floors of the hospital for almost 3 hours non-stop. A week had gone by since Justin’s place crash. You stayed at the hospital for as long as you could hoping that one of the nurses would come out and tell you that Justin was fine and that everything was going to be okay and that-- “Are you (your first and last name)?” A petite woman asked you. Slowly you nodded, wondering why she was asking about you. “Justin wants to see you.” She quickly began walking not waiting to see if you would follow. Once she got to Justin’s room she opened the door and motioned for you to go inside. You looked over and saw Justin helplessly laying on the hospital bed. He had one of his legs wrapped in a a cast and propped up on multiple pillows. One of his arms was also wrapped in a cast and resting on the side of his bed. The left side of his face was bruised terribly and his head was wrapped in bandages. if you didn’t already know that was Justin you wouldn’t be able to identify him. “(yn).” Justin’s voice was brassy. You could tell it hurt him to speak. As he smiled at you a tear rolled down your cheek. “I’m so sorry baby.” You rushed to his side and tried to hold his hand. He grunted in response to the pain. “Did i hurt you?” You asked him, feeling even worse than before. You watched as Justin slowly tried to move, “No. You need to rest.” You tried to help him readjust back into the position that he was in but he insisted on sitting up. “(yn)....I have....I have something to tell you.” He began speaking again. As much as you loved hearing his voice and knowing that he was okay you wanted him to stop speaking. You didn’t want him to be in any more pain. You shook your head motioned for him to stop talking but he continued. “I deserve this.” He mumbled. Your eyes widened. What did he mean by that. “Selena was on the trip because,--” Before even getting a chance to finish he began grunting in pain. His monitor began beeping extremely loud and his room flooded with nurses, making the room even louder. “Ma’am we need you to step outside.” One of the nurses grabbed your shoulders and began lightly pushing you out of the room. “Justin!” You screamed. A mixture of wanting to make sure he was okay and wanting to know what he was talking about filled your mind. “Justin.” You fell to the floor outside of the room and began sobbing loudly. 

Part 5?

Sorry it took soo very long. I had to think something wonderful up :) so this is going to be written as if Justin wasn’t famous and is in college.

You walked down the hallways of your new university (due to the new marriage/move you decided to transfer to stay close to your mom)You were too busy looking down at your list of classes to know that you were getting ready to walk smack into a guy. “Woah there.” He stopped you by lightly grabbing your shoulders. “I’m so sorry. I was just…I can’t seem to find my classes.” You pointed to the paper you were looking at. The guy smiled and took the paper out of your hand. He stared at it intently before grabbing your hand and leading you into the opposite direction. “Professor Fields class is this way. I had him last year.” He smiled at you. After a long walk you finally ended up in front of a classroom door. “This is it.” The guy said while handing you your paper back. “Thanks.” You beamed. “You know….you’re crazy pretty for a Freshmen.” The guy held his hand up to his face as if he were embarrassed. I guess the words just slipped out of his mouth. he quickly turned and nearly ran away before you could say anything. You sighed and braced yourself before walking into your class.

“First day of classes, give me the details.” Your mom said as she started cooking dinner. “Uh, it wasn’t too bad. I met this guy. I didn’t get his name though.” You smiled remembering his brown eyes”Oh?” Your mom seemed more disappointed than you did. “It’s okay. I think he was a sophomore but I’m sure I’ll see him again.” You  decided to head to your room to start your paper. “I’m home!” You heard Ben (step-brother) announce as the front door shut. (He was a sophomore at your same uni but his classes were later than yours) Instead of going out to greet him you just continued to do your paper. Once you finished you left to see if your mom had finished dinner. “Can you tell Ben that dinner is ready?” She asked you with a smile. A crazy smile that was only reserved for special moments. You looked at her with questioning eyes before going to the living room. You were startled when you saw another guy playing the Xbox with Ben. Ben heard you enter the room and looked up at you. “Oh hey Mìryam.” He stood up and walked towards you. “Justin this is my little sister. My step-sister Mìryam Lavìna.”he introduced you.  His friend, Justin turned around  with a smile. A smile that grew larger once he saw who you were.  He quickly stood up from the couch and came over to you. “This is your step-sister?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of you. Ben nodded. “We met earlier. He helped me get to class.” You said, now looking at the floor. A little intimidated by Justin’s stare. “Dinner is ready. Are you staying, Justin?” you asked. “Uh, yeah sure.” Justin smiled at you again. “I’m going to go and help my mom in the kitchen.” You left the room, blushing hard.

At dinner Justin sat across from you. He would occasionally look over to you and smile. “How was your first day,Mìryam?” He said it so quietly, so sweetly. You loved the way that your name rolled off of his tongue. It was close to the best sound you’d ever heard. “It was nice.” You said, matching his tone. He smirked at you before going back to his food. “How are you doing at making new friends?” Ben asked. “That’s not so nice.” You laughed awkwardly. You didn’t like being the center of attention. “You could always hang out with me. With us.” Justin looked over to Ben and then back to you. “Uh-.” You were interrupted by your mom. “That’s a great idea, Justin.” She beamed.  After dinner your mom, Ben, and step-dad encouraged you to go watch a movie with Ben and Justin. You reluctantly agreed. You sat in the middle of Justin and Ben on the couch and couldn’t help but notice Justin glance at you throughout the movie, something Ben was oblivious to. “I gotta pee.” Ben said before leaving the room. “So Mìryam” he said your name again making your heart flutter. “Was it hard leaving your boyfriend? I mean traveling all the way here to Ontario must have been serious on your relationship.” He questioned. He was clearly no longer interested in the movie. You giggled, “I don’t have a boyfriend. All the guys back home were…weird.” You and Justin did a small laugh together. “Wouldn’t your girlfriend be upset if she knew how you’ve been watching me so closely all night?” You asked in the same curious tone as Justin. “No girlfriend. All the girls here are…weird.” he smiled. “I’m not weird.” You blurted out. “I bet. You seem different. Different is good to have every once in a while.” Justin said. He looked disappointed when Ben walked back into the room. Not too long after he made up an excuse of why he had to go home and that was it. “You like Justin.” Ben teased, later that night as the 2 of your were washing the dishes. “Do not!” You said smacking him with one of the towels. “It’s okay to admit it, Mìryam.” Ben saying your name sounded nothing like the way Justin said it. Justin made it sound like something beautiful.  *a couple of weeks later*         

Ever since that first night, Justin started coming to your house every day.  You would pretend to be uninterested at first but once Ben left the room you’d jump to go and talk to Justin. “Ben would you mind going solo on the dishes tonight? I have a paper I need to get to tonight.” you said at dinner. “But we always wash dishes together. That’s our ‘thing’.” Ben whined. “It’s okay. Your mother and I will relieve the both of you tonight. “I could help you with your paper, if you want.” Justin suggested. “Sure.” You said while standing up and heading to your room, Justin followed. You sat on your bed and Justin sat at your desk. “So what do we have so far?” He asked. You lifted a blank sheet of paper and giggled. “ what is the topic?” Justin asked. “A person I admire.” You smiled at Justin. “Awe you admire me.” He tilts his head to the side. You giggle, “Actually I chose my grandad.” The both of you end up laughing. “Time to get serious. what are some things you admire about him?” Justin ask you. He has a pen in his hand and a sheet of paper, ready to write everything you say. “ Well, he is very wise and interesting. He’s 87 and he hasn’t retired because he always says ‘when a man quits working he will surely die’. He’s an excellent farmer.” Justin cuts of your listing. “What’s his name? What does he look like?” he ask you. You continue answering questions as Justin writes down every word you say. The both of you sit down and organize the notes until you finish the paper on your grandfather. “This is really good.” You said after you finish reading over it. “Thanks for helping.” You say. Justin smiled at you, “I’m exhausted.” He says. “You can crash here. You’ll just have to sneak out in the morning.” You chuckle softly. He grins and carries the both of you to your bed. Justin rubs your back until the both of you fall asleep. You’re awaken by the soft snores of Justin. You look  up and see his sleeping face.You can help but smile to yourself as you trace a finger on his cheek, to his nose, and over his lips. His eyes slowly flutter open, “Morning.” His voice filled with tiredness. “Hi.” You mumble. “I think we have a problem.” You say. He sits up quickly, unwrapping his arms from around you. “What is it,Mìryam?” He asked. “The paper…I may have changed my mind. So I think we may have to find another paper. I found someone else that I admire.” You smile. He smiled and leans down to kiss your nose. “You’re just gonna replace grandpa like that?” He chuckles before sliding back beside you and slipping his arms back around you.

You and Justin were over at a friends’ house hanging out. You were sitting on the couch drinking when one of your guy friends came over and started talking to you and twisting a strand of your hair around his finger.

“Andy is a much better twerker than, Quincy!” You heard one of your friends shout. That’s when your friend (ANDY) got up and started pretend twerking on your lap.

“Shake it, shake it.” You laughed with your friends. That caught Justin’s eye and he almost choked off of his drink. You looked over to him and slid from under your friend, laughter no longer in your voice. Your friend noticed what was going on and walked over to Justin to apologize. You couldn’t hear what was said but by the way Justin was clenching his jaw, you could tell that it wasn’t anything too convincing. But you decided to brush it off and enjoy the company of your friends.

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

“Do you want to dance, Justin?” You looked up to your boyfriend with a big grin, already slightly dancing on him. “No thanks.” He stepped back a little. He was still a little upset about earlier. “Justin-”

“Quincy, no. I said no.” He mumbled,his voice filled with anger. “Are you still upset about earlier? If you-” You stepped closer to Justin but once again he stepped back, “You know what. Let’s just go. I’m ready to go. Come on.” Justin turned on his heels and started walking to the door. “Justin!” You ran after him. “Let’s go.” He growled. Too shocked by his emotions, you obeyed and followed him to the car.  Even though he was upset he still managed to open the door on the passenger side for you and wait until you were fully in the car before he closed it. Once Justin started the car he turned the radio all the way down so that it was completely silent, the only noise being the engine and passing cars. You tried to talk but he started humming or even turned up the volume of the music so that you were easily tuned out. When you had finally arrived back to your place, Justin hoped out of the car and headed inside. You sat in the car for a while before you got out. You slowly walked into the house and slowly allowed the door to click as you closed it. “Justin.” You called as you walked further inside. You looked around and found him in the kitchen, leaned over the counter scrolling through his phone. You peeped over his shoulder and saw that he was looking at pictures from tonight.

“Why do you always have to be so..so..ugh” Justin turned around. “So what?” You said calmly. “Everybody’s.” He answered coldly. “So what are you calling me a ho?” The words came out of your mouth slowly. “ You’re always flirting with other guys so If that’s what it sounds like, then yes. You’re. a. ho.” Justin’s words hurt a little.You didn’t actually expect him to say it.

“Those guys are just my friends. We were bring friendly…like friends do. It’s honestly not a big deal.” You tried. Justin stared at you for a little while and then he walked away. “Where are you going? You can’t call me a ho and then walk away.” You followed him. “You called yourself a ho, I just agreed.” He continued walking up the stairs. “Justin…”

“What Quincy?! Just leave me alone and go be friendly with your other boyfriends. Get out of my house.” Justin turned around and held his arms out to block you from going any further up the stairway. You tried looking at his face, deep into his eyes to read his emotions. All you saw was pain. He looked hurt.

“I’m sorry.” You said, barely being able to be heard.  “I can tell that I really  made you upset and I’m sorry Justin.”Justin’s face softened. “It’s just, when I see you with your friend ‘being friendly’ I get really jealous and…I guess maybe it’s the looks you give them or just knowing that you’re having fun with another guy. I think I may have overreacted.” Justin explained. You reached up and put your hand on his shoulder. He definitely didn’t overreact. He was right. Sometimes you did get too friendly with your guy friends. But before you had the chance to say anything, Justin began speaking again.

“I called you a ho, Quincy. I think that’s overreacting a bit. I’m really really sorry baby.“ He opened his arms out for a hug and you fell into his embrace. “Just don’t ever let a guy dance on you like that again.” He pulled back to look you in the face, arms still wrapped around you.