#justin kluivert drabble

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Autumn Walks.

This is the very first time I’ve written Justin, so if you read this and like it, please let me know :)

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Justin slips his hand into hers ever so slightly; his fingers entwining gently but a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She’d suspected as much but she never dared to actually think it would become a reality. She’d noticed the small changes in Justin over the past year. They’d always been friends. He’d known her longer than anyone else had and knew her better than anyone had ever. Including her best friends. She’d always just assumed though that he hadn’t paid attention or he never thought of her like that. Why would Justin ever look at her like that when he could have hundreds of girls to choose from. His looks, especially now he was rising to fame, was not going unnoticed and he was lucky to come home with no numbers given to him of willing girls wanting to be taken out on a date.

But over the past year, he’d been there more. She couldn’t explain it. His presence has been more. He’s been there…more. She’d noticed his touch there when she least expect it. The lingering looks he’d given her, the ones he thought she hadn’t spotted, she’d felt and it made her excited. She’d had a crush on Justin for years, never once believing that he would look at her in the same way that she would look at him. Never once believing that he would want her in the same way that she wanted him until recently.

“Are you not cold?” He asks. Fallen leaves crunch underfoot and there’s certainly a chill in the air. Despite it only being Autumn, it certainly feels as though snow is coming. Their breaths appear before them in soft puffs of whiteness as a shiver ripples through the two of them. “I am but I’ll be fine.” She says, turning to look at him. He wears a hat just as she does, a thick scarf covers his neck as one does hers yet his nose is bright red. “You on the other hand,” she giggles and tugs his hat down and tightens his scarf, “look very cold.” “I’ve definitely felt warmer but I shouldn’t be admitting this if I have to look strong for you.” He comments, pretending to look ahead while carefully side eyeing her. “Look strong for me? Since when?” His fingers link with hers a little harder, “I’ve known you for a while right?” “Uh huh.” “And you know I’ve been single for a while right?” She looks at him with a smile playing upon her lips, “you’re just picky.” “And that’s a bad thing?” He asks her cautiously. “No. It means you shouldn’t be played for a fool. You’re wanted Juju, I’d say you were smart.” “But I want a girlfriend.” Her heart pounds against her chest and she wonders if this is the moment she’s waited for or if she’ll be disappointed, left feeling sick because he’s chosen another. He’s not mentioned anyone else and she hasn’t seen him with someone else either. “And yet here you are trying to hold my hand without me noticing?” She asks with a laugh as she lifts their linked hands. His eyes drop to their hands as she holds hers up. He presses his palm to hers and openly locks fingers, a real hand hold. “I like you.” He says. “I don’t know how you feel about me, but I like you. More than a friend. I’ve been trying to think how to tell you or ask you but…” he trails off as he shakes his head. Her confident friend with the boyish grin and beautiful eyes stands before her, “you deserve more than silly words to try and win you over. And if you don’t like me now, you won’t after a speech.” “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Justin?” “I was asking if you liked me but if you’re jumping ahead?” “I would like to date you Justin.” “Yes?” She nods. “Then we date.” He presses his lips to their closed hands before letting it drop between the two of them. He begins walking again, her trying to match his stride but there’s certainly more of a spring in his step. “You seem happy.” “I am. Are you not?” He asks, a confused expression clearly on his face. “I am now. I just wasn’t expecting this. Not today.” “Maybe I should have waited until tomorrow then…” he laughs, pulling her into his arms and rearranging her own hat. When he fixes her scarf too, she notes his head is slowly lowering. His nose brushes against hers as she tilts her face upwards. With one last look, he closes his eyes and presses his lips to hers.

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Updates so far :)

Word count so far for this year: 40,081. The below info can always be found here. 

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