Wrong Number - J.B. x Reader

Part 3 - the date? No, the meetup :)

*y/n pov*

I walked into the factory kitchen, one of my favorite restaurants EVER. I didn't see a big crowd, so I assumed my-well I don't really know what he is to me, but I assumed my Joshua Bassett wasn't there yet.

I put us on the waitlist and sat down in a chair waiting to be called. I finally saw Joshy come into the restaurant, along with probably ten 12-year-old girls swooning over him. I laughed as I walked over to him. Dang, he's cuter in person than in pictures.

"y/n!!! Hey!!!" he said as soon as he saw me. I assume he recognized me from my instagram. The 12 year old girls were giving me death stares. Geez, I see why he didn't want me to be that young.

"Hey Josh," I laughed as he walked through the 12 year old girls. He finally reached me and hugged me. The girls gasped as he whispered to me, "nice to finally meet you."

"y/l/n!" the hostess called my last name.
I grabbed Josh's hand as we followed the hostess to our booth. He sat opposite to me.

*Josh POV*

I smiled as I just stared in awe of y/n's beauty. She's really pretty. Like REALLY pretty. She giggled, "what are you staring at?"

"Oh, nothing." smooth Bassett.

The waiter took our order, and I took y/n's hand. OOOOOOOH I AM GETTING RISKY.

She smiled though. I relaxed a little.
"Bassett, I'm just a normal teenager." she giggled quoting me. I burst out laughing as some people around us gave us dirty looks.
She punches me playfully. "Shut up Josh, there are people trying to eat," she joked.

"No, you."

"Hey, how does it feel being mauled by 12-year-old girls wherever you go."

I rolled my eyes and laughed, "it's honestly great." I said sarcastically. She laughed.

We had an amazing time eating some amazing food and talking to each other. It was really great. I really like her. Like maybe like-like her. No...I don't know. It's my first time meeting her. It's just...hard. I feel like I could talk to her about anything. She always knows the right thing to say. And it's like, this wouldn't have happened if my date with Mollie hadn't absolutely gone down the drain.

*y/n pov*

"Thank you, Josh. I had a great time." I said as we walked out of the restaurant together. I didn't realize that I was still wearing the jacket he let me borrow. It was huge on me.

"Me too, y/n. I'll text you?"

"You do have my right number, so I guess I can't give you a fake one." I joked.

He smiled, "butt."

"You're a butt."

As we approached my car he said, "bye y/n," and he KISSED my CHEEK. JOSHUA BASSET KISSED MY CHEEK. OHMYOHMYOHMYOHMY. I don't know how I was still alive and functioning at that point, but I smiled at him as I climbed into my car.

"Bye Joshy." He practically skipped to his car with a goofy grin on his face. But I can't make fun of him, because I had the same one on my face.

a/n: AWWWWWW