Orlando, who was dining with Leonardo DiCaprio at the Cipriani restaurant on Wednesday night, was very, very angry, when Justin, who didn’t have a reservation at the eatery, approached their table to try to talk to the actors.
DiCaprio had proceeded to shoo away the pop singer with his hand, leading Bieber to provoke a fight which saw Bloom jump over a sofa to get at the 20-year-old Baby singer at the restaurant."
(x) this just keeps getting better
dicaprio had proceeded to shoo away the pop singer with his hand
god, bieber is such a prick
do you ever shave your legs but later you realise you missed a spot and its like
so an ebay seller is using my version of the ellie t-shirt and passing it off as their own
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But how could you know that it’s exactly the same? Well, look at the damn palm trees. Look at the damn splatter.
"I’ll see you later," Stiles murmurs softly to Derek, grabbing his bagel and standing from the table.
Derek lifts his face up to wordlessly demand a kiss, and Stiles bends, kisses him sweetly.
Behind them, Lydia lowers her water bottle, Erica stops halfway through her bite of banana, a piece of bagel falls from Scott’s mouth.
"Uh," Stiles freezes, scrunches up his face and Derek shuts his eyes, trying not to panic.
"So," Stiles clears his throat, turns to Erica, "Good to see you this morning, Erica," he bends and kisses her before she can say anything. The banana drops to the floor, and she grabs his collar, makes it a good one.
Derek grits his teeth, pointedly looks away.
"Lydia!" Stiles advances on her, smacks a dramatic kiss to her lips.
Lydia pulls away looking horrified, drinks the rest of her water in one.
Derek remembers he should not be offended on Stiles’ behalf. He likes kissing Stiles, everyone else might not. Everyone else shouldn’t even get to! Dammit.