You would've moved but for some reason you admired his butt. Then he began the farting...
It came in series. Long rumblings, long escapes of gaseous stink right into your face. It surrounds you, like light shrouds the world, in nanoseconds. The smell was onion, thick onion, with sewage and musk. That is the best description you could sum up, it was that awful, and you can honestly say you were never a best thinker when Justin freaking Bieber was farting into your face.
Minutes went by, he just spent them laughing, while you wriggled, but to no avail. You could not evade the smelly air, and after each spurt, it seemed to condense more around your head. Your eyelids grew heavy. Very heavy, and you knew you couldn't pass out, you had.... you had... to be... to be... what?... huh?... You can't keep track of thought.
"Ju, ju. Justin... I I I have, to, tooo, to be..." You murmured. He laughed.
"Aw you're cute. You aren't going anywhere, goodnight- sleep well.."Justin spoke lightly with a devilish grin, he tensed. And then, a last blast of smelly farts punched you in the face. You spluttered, your eyes rolled back into your head, and supporting spine gave way. You lay on the ground, holding onto your last wake thoughts until the next time.
"Ju, ju, ju." You tried your hardest, but you were now asleep under the superstar's butt. Justin pulled his pants up after he stood from your face. He laughed, walked to your dressing room light -switch, flicked it off and slowly walked through the door.
"I'll back be later, hold tight..."
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