Shia Le Beouf got home after another long day of pure torture from everyone. The people he loved, the social media, co workers, even his canabilistic victims had a habit out screaming "JUST DO IT" at him before he slaughtered them for a meal.
"I hate this... You try to be a good guy, and come up with a motivational speech on a whim, and now not only are you a pedo & cannable but now a common joke every where you go!"
But all hope wasn't lost... He still had one thing...
Shia Le Beouf opened his laptop and signed into , pulling up his most recent work, "Justin Bieber the werewolf and Vampire Shia"
"This account, under my psuedonym 'Shippin AllThings Shia' is all I have left..."
He was scrolling past the typical bad jokes and hate comments until a certain one somehow caught the interest of his small attention span.
"I LOVE SHIA LE BEOUF! AND QUIT HATING! WHAT HE HAS WITH MADDIE IS NOTHING MORE THAN COWORKER-SHIP!"
Weeks later, after much effort and research he found the address of the person who posted this, and decided to pay his number one and probably only fan a visit, WITH THE ACCOMPANIMENT OF HIS MANAGER. He didn't need any more reasons to be called a pedophile.
With quivering hands and a hiccuping heart, for reasons the grown and brave Shia didn't quite understand, he rung the doorbell.
Slowly, a man clad in black with the most intimidating shades he'd ever seen swung the door open.
"MR. BIEBER ISNT TAKING VISTORS!" The human guard dog bellowed.
"M-M-Mr... Who?"
Suddenly a familiar face appeared behind the grumpy giant and Shia carelessly shoved his way inside, arms snaking around the waist of the boy he hadn't seen in far too long.
"Shia!" The boy eeped, returned the embrace and shooing the guard away. "Shia..." Justin's voice dropped and he buried his face into the older man's shoulder. "I'm so sorry I haven't called... Or... Done much of anything to contact you here lately but..." He sighed, but it came out as more of a sob.
In an attempt to be comforting Shia pulled the boy closer and trailed a soothing hand up and down his spine as he continued. "I've been such a fucking punk here lately, in case you haven't been watching the news... Or been on the internet at all... And... You have so much hate on you right now I'd-... I'd only make things worse..." He choked out, nails digging into the older's shirt as the tears began to flow harshly.
"It's fine..." Shia whispered, not even caring to hear the boys apology. He cupped Justin's cheek in his hand and forced him to look up at him. "We're together now..." He started trailing light butterfly kisses down the boy's jaw. "Let's go kill some forest plebs like good old times..."
Justin nodded weakly, letting out a strangled. "Can I kiss you...? It's been... So long and...-"
But he was cut off.
"Just... Do it..." Shia commanded, and the boy obeyed gladly, without hesitation.