u let out a shriek of frustration, slightly tugging at the end of your hair. Justin cocks his eyebrows at u before scoffing, trudging away from your sight. “I’m going out.” He mutters, loudly enough for u to hear but only barely. Not responding, u sit there quietly in the corner of the keuken-, keuken trying to hold the tears back. u and Justin had been fighting a lot lately and u hate it. u know that he’s going on tour in a few months and right now, all u want is to spend time with your boyfriend before he leaves u alone at home pagina - not fight with him. Usually, u of Justin...
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