Justin Bieber One Shots | Mature

2; Date Roulette

I sighed, throwing my face in my hands, contemplating why I chose to do this. I glanced around at my friends who seemed interested in men in front of them.

They had dragged me along one of these blind date things. I didn't see why. I was perfectly fine without a companion. I make money by myself and have a happy life.

"Alright times up. Gentlemen, please say good bye and move to your right." The announcer stood and turned his little timer for another 10 minutes.

The Irish man who had been ranting about his mom had said goodbye and moved to the right. I waited patiently for another loser to come and rant about something I don't care for.

A blonde headed man with a buzz cut sat down in front of me, flashing me a glimpse of his pearly whites. I leaned forward, obviously intrigued by his looks and attire. He held out his hand for a handshake but instead of shaking he brought my hand to his lips, placing a single kiss on the back of my hand.

"Are you sure you're a bachelorette?" He asked, licking his lips afterwards. He yanked between the collars of his shirt, trying to get some air down to his collarbone.

"Yeah," I nodded, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "My friends kind of dragged me here."

He nodded. "I come here every Saturday but decided to go today instead."

I chuckled, feeling a wave of butterflies tickle my insides.

"I'm Justin, by the way." He leaned forward, closer than I would have asked.

"(Y/N)," I replied, biting back a smile.

"(Y/N)," he tried the name on his lips. "Suits you, doll." He grinned.

I felt my cheeks heat up, flustered by his charming self.

"What's your idea of fun?" He asked suddenly breaking the gentle silence that had fell upon us.

I was taken aback a little by the unusual question. All evening, its been "What do you do for a living?", "What's your favorite color?", or "How old are you?" I actually enjoyed that Justin here wasn't asking those kinds of questions.

I had to think about it. "I like the idea of going on a...uh...long road trip. You know, just kick back and listen to music with the windows down, the wind blowing in your hair."

He nodded, grinning bigger than before. As if mentally taking notes, he rubbed his chin as I explained other things I thought were fun.

"What are you're parents like?" He then asked.

The questions were going a bit personal then just realized he wanted to know more about me. Unless, he was, of course, a serial killer. But he couldn't tell everything about me from my parents. I explained and told some stories of my parents as he listened with an amused look on his face.

Then the bell rang, making my heart drop. I really enjoyed talking to Justin even though I was doing all the talking.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, (Y/N)." He said, grabbing my hand once again but placing a paper like material in my hand. He kissed my hand much longer than the first time. Instead of going to the right he simply turned and left the building. After he was out of sight, I opened my hand to find a folded piece of paper.

Inside, he wrote a note followed by what I assumed was his phone number,

"I'd love for you to call me sometime. Think about it. -J"

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Justin's POV

I sighed nervously, firmly knocking on the red wooden door that stood intimidatingly between me and (Y/N). I could faintly hear footsteps approach door, making me step back a little.