you and justin had been closed since you two were little, attached to the hip most people assumed you were a couple, you were always there at every dance competition cheering him on more than anyone else even though you knew he'd win no matter what happened

he was also at every single one of your competitions, although while he did dance you're choice of sports was figure skating which you were rather good at, almost Olympic level good, that was the goal and dream at least

but people grow apart... despite justin actually having feelings for you, he never told you in fear of losing you so instead he started going out with every girl that was willing and to say the least... it wasnt the best influence on him, you had caught him drunk with hickies all over his neck outside his house once and well- he constantly got himself in danger a striking contrast to his once innocent and cheerful self

"cut it, it'd look nicer" one of the girl's he hanging out with spoke up with her hands tangled up in his hair as he sat there with a phone in hand, not paying much attention until his hair was mentioned.

"what?" justin pulled away with a frown, his hair wasnt long nor short, it was at eye length with a mullet although his front hai did almost cover his eyes, it definitely wouldnt be nicer shorter but he kept those thoughts to himself the whole night

... later that night

"she said i should cut it!" *the drunk boy slurred with his head on your shoulder, you were studying in your room when you saw jj outside kicking his own car with a bottle in hand, of course as his best friend-- or at least once best friend, you took him home, making sure he went to bed properly although right as you were about to leave he grabbed your wrist "dont leave me... it hurts" he groaned out, talking about how his body ached- of course that would happen when he wasnt resting enough, dance and than out with girls all the time you wanted to roll your eyes