Yesterday a huge, scandalous, sizzling, juicy piece of information came to our attention: Justin Bieber may or may not have a photo of Selena Gomez as his phone wallpaper. I know, I know! I’m clutching my pearls in shock and anticipation right now. But really, we tried to be nice about it because a.) who cares and b.) that’s a very young-ish and in love-ish thing to do and if someone put me on blast every time I did something cheesy over my first love back in the day, I’d probably be on 500mg of Zoloft right now.
Since Bieber didn’t release a PR statement about his recent taste in phone art, we let it go. But last night, our trusty friend “Source” tells us that he and Ms. Gomez (who flew all the way to Oslo for some peace-keeping talks with Biebs it seems) were smooching up a storm and holding hands and all this other way-more-scandalous-than-iPhone-wallpaper jazz.
They were holding hands, hugging and they kissed on the lips,” Source told PEOPLE. “They looked really in love, like no fights ever happened before. It definitely looked like they were back together.”
“Like no fights ever happened before”? I do declare! That is just so darn lurvey-durvey I think I might need a trip to the terlet. In other news, I’m too old and settled in the mundane ways of being 27 years old and tired and into fuzzy pants and footwear to keep up with the lives of these whippersnappers.
But seriously, these two are as bad as Chris Brown and Rihanna with the yo-yo relationship patterns. I mean neither Biebs or Selena seem particularly fond of violence or regular drug use (it was just that one time, right, Bieber?) and they have extreme youth to blame it on, so I’ll cut ‘em some slack there. If Selena Gomez just can’t get enough of weird parachute pants and a complete lack of self-awareness, who are we to judge?