a/n - IM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH JUSTIN FOLEY AGH ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE AND I LOVE JEFF DEAR GODS IT HURT ME WHEN THAT TERRIBLE THING HAPPENED TO HIM I CRIED welp I cried during mOST OF THE SHOW BUT STILL!!😂😂
I'm not back for good but I had this idea and here it is: and please don't tell me I shouldn't write for Justin bc he did something he shouldn't have had, I'm sorry but Clay did the same thing, we all did in reality. I make the imagines you read it and keep your opinion to yourself thank you.
13 Reasons Why
Justin Foley X Reader
Warning : use of profanity
Justin was homeless. He was homeless now. With this shit of a mother and her dick of a boyfriend. All Justin could say she needs better taste. He has no where to fucking go, his girlfriend hates him and this probably means they are through. Zach is ignoring him, Alex-he didn't want to say what happened to him. And Bryce is just a fucking asshole. Clay would murder him the next time he sees him. He has no one. No one. Well, at least he thought.
"I don't think you'll be seeing me again." Justin said to Bryce as he left with the vodka. He walked through the alley, paper bags blowing here and there, trash cans, rats, etc. There he walked wherever he could, to make a living somehow. "Clay, seriously are you okay? I'm trying to help people but everyone just keeps pushing me away. Did I do something wrong?" Y/n asked Clay.
"Just-just follow me okay? I promise that you didn't do anything wrong, I promise." Clay looked at her seriously to prove his point.
"If you say so." Y/n put her hands into her pockets and blew some air out. She looked at her surrounding until she saw Justin.
"Hey do you think we should help him?" She whispered to Clay.
"I told you I'm not stopping you from doing anything. Well unless it's dangerous-I mean I did some dangerous things but like-" Clay rambled on.
"No I understand." Y/n said. "So I can help him?"
"Why are you such a goody-two shoes?"
"Why do you have scars on your face?"
"Touché." Clay muttered.
"Oh come on that was a good one!" Y/n laughed.
"Maybe!" Clay said. "You can go, you have my number just call me if anything goes wrong."
"Yup! LOVE YOU!" Y/n shouts as she walks the other direction towards Justin.
"DON'T SAY THAT IN PUBLIC. WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!!" Clay yelled back. "WHATEVER GO AHEAD AND IGNORE ME."
Truth was, you weren't ignoring him, you were busy looking for Justin. He hasn't been the best him for the last few weeks.
"Fuck." Justin muttered against the wall as he tripped over a rock.
Y/n rushed over. "Are you okay? Oh my god I'm sorry if I did that."
"I'm fine." Justin said aggressively, he then brushed himself off and got up.
"Where are you going?"
"Far away from you."
"Very funny."
"Please get out of my way and go back to Clay." Justin pushed you aside and walked faster down the sidewalk.
"Hey! COME BACK HERE!!" Y/n shouts.
"Some people." Justin rolled his eyes.
"I was just trying to help-"
"I'm sick of these 'trying to help' you're not helping me unless I tell you you're fucking helping me."
Y/n looked offended, she's been getting this line all day.
"Well I'm sick of these 'you're not helping me unless you're f-ing helping me." Y/n shot back.
"What a great comeback. Bravo to you!" Justin replied sarcastically.
"Please. I'm just so confused with all this. I feel like everyone's mad at me even though Clay told me about the tapes and that-"
"Clay told you about the tapes? Have you told anyone?" Justin became suddenly interested in this conversation.
"Huh, wow I had to mention tapes, suicide or Hannah Baker to get someone's attention." Y/n muttered stubbornly.
"I was just-" Justin tried to explain.
Y/n sighed, the real reason she wanted to talk to him was far more different than anyone would be thinking.
"Justin." She took a deep breath in. "What happened to us? We were the best of friends. Did I do something wrong? Was I not cool enough? Please tell me what happened." Y/n whispered.
"I-" Justin took a moment to think about it. "I don't know. Sorry."
"Please. There has to be a reason. And I see that vodka, give it up."
Y/n kept her hand out for the vodka.
"Just like old times huh?" Justin hurriedly grabbed the vodka and handed it to Y/n.
"Take a step back Foley. It's gonna hurt if it hits us." Y/n said with her normal attitude back.
"What do you-" Justin flinched at the glass breaking sound. "Oh my fucking god what if someone heard that?"
"Couldn't be that bad. We didn't drink any." She shrugged.
"About what you said earlier..." Her head shot right up at his words as they kept walking. "I thought you moved on from me. I thought we were different and couldn't be friends anymore. I'm sorry if you thought I hated you. I'm just not having the best life right now. My mom chose her boyfriend over me and kicked me out and Jessica broke up with me and I don't know what to do anymore." Justin poured out and starting crying. The only choice Y/n had was to hug him and that's exactly what she did.
"It's okay. I wanted to know what was wrong that's all." Y/n said.
"I just can't do this anymore."
"You can stay at my house. I don't think they'd mind, and they know about your house anyway."
"I feel like that's too much."
"Trust me. After all you've been through that's the smallest thing ever." Justin smiled and let out a light laugh.
"Yay! There's that smile." She pinched his cheeks and laughed. Y/n's phone kept buzzing so she check her phone to see what was up. "Oh has it really been that long? Clay has to pick me up."
"Oh." Justin frowned.
"Come with us. I'll just tell Clay you're staying over." Y/n said.
"Um okay." Justin smiled.
They both raced each other to wherever the heck Clay was. They all went home and Justin did stay at Y/n's for awhile.
The truth was Y/n L/n loved Justin Foley.