Please say what you'd like Justin to call you, whether it be a nickname or your name.

"Ughhh" Justin groaned, throwing herself back into the couch. The tv was running some stupid ad about a sewage company leak and Justin had just gotten a call that Nancy the devil Wheeler and fucking Hairington were taking all seven of the little shits she liked hanging out with away for the day. What was she supposed to do now?? As if answering her prayers to kill the boredom, the door to the Henderson's house rang and there you were on the other side of her front door. Like a little blessing wrapped up in a very tease-able fall jacket.