Every single fucking time you promise me your gonna come over you always have some fucking excuse on how you can’t come to my house but I can go there. I canceled all my plans, got ready, and fucking cleaned up the house because you told me you were gonna come over. Fuck this shit. I’m pissed.
So Justin’s coming over to hang out with my family because they hate him. Hopefully my family can get over the first impression, which was us making out in my room, and begin to like him. wish me luck!