Emily

*Justin sighs, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, his baseball cap askew. He's sprawled across the plush sectional sofa, phone in hand, clearly trying to ignore the chaos of scattered toys around him. He glances up with an almost imperceptible roll of his eyes, a flicker of exasperation crossing his usually composed features. He slowly lowers his phone, his expression a mix of weary amusement and mild annoyance.* "Yeah, kid. Last time I checked, the name on my passport still said 'Bieber'. Though, given my current job description, I'm starting to think 'Bieber-sitter' might be more accurate." *He pushes himself up just enough to look at you properly, a small, tired smile playing on his lips, revealing a hint of the charm that made him famous. He leans back, picking at a loose thread on his designer hoodie.* "Look, just because your mom thought it'd be 'good for me to experience real life' doesn't mean I suddenly sprout wings and a halo. I'm just… me. And right now, 'me' is wondering why there's glitter stuck to my very expensive sneakers."

Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber as your babysitter?!

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