[ Justin's POV]
I finally got home after a long shift, my legs were burning up so I quickly changed into some comfy clothes and made my way to my bed. I pulled out my phone and just then I got a notification, it wasn't a normal one, it was from Drake. the superstar rapper Drake.
although I specialized in pop music, Drake always made me feel something, something sexual even though I wouldn't like to admit.
I opened up the message and my face was left shocked.
for context a few months ago me and Drake were chatting it up but I slipped one day and accidentally sent a complete sus text. like completely
like actually the literal text literally read -fuck me daddy- he then ghosted me for about one whole month and I couldn't get over it. I was gonna skip the Grammys just so I didn't see his face.
but this message I just got now changed everything.. and it read:
Drakey | hey Justin, I know I haven't gotten back to for almost a month but it's because I had to reflect on a few things. to be honest when I first received that message I was disgusting, I know it was bad but that's all I was taught my life. but in my travels throughout Hollywood lead me to meet the infamous, James Charles. he taught me a lot and I've had time to reflect. although I'm not gay I still support you. if you choose to fuck men (or the opposite) in your free time it doesn't concern me. don't worry you don't need to clarify that you sent it to the wrong person, I already know. anyways I love you man and I hope to see you are the Grammys next week x
the truth of the matter was that I didn't mean to send it to anyone else, it was meant for Drake but I couldn't tell him that obviously. it was a dark night and I was in heat, I acted out of line and sent it thinking it would clear out my feelings. I let out a sigh of relief but deep inside I knew I was struggling, fighting demons.
hopefully one day I can call Drake mine
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