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