JOE (Joe Sugg Fanfic)

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"Minxie, let's go out tonight. We can go a club? The movies? Dinner? I just want to be with you," Joe said over the phone.

"Yeah! What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Hm, movies?"

I agreed with going to the movies, that way I didn't have to get dressed up. Joe established he would pick me up before the movie, so I have plenty of time to get ready. Because although I don't need to dress up, I still want to look nice for Joe.

I got in the shower and washed my hair. I think I need a hair-cut soon, my hair is getting too long, it finishes right at the small of my back, above my bum. After drying it, I put it up in a messy pony-tail and got dressed. I slipped on my ripped skinny jeans and a black long sleeve crop top. It works. After applying a bit of make-up, Joe had arrived to pick me up.

"Hey Minx!" Joe greeted happily as I opened the door.

"Hi," I smiled, focusing on putting my phone in my purse and locking the door behind me.

Joe drove us to the nearest theatre and bought our tickets for us. The movie was overall entertaining and I enjoyed the time spent with Joe.

Although it was late after the movie finished, Joe and I found a small 24 hour restaurant and had a late-night snack.

So far tonight had been a record-breaking night! Because only two girls had come and asked for a picture with Joe. It's always a bunch of people nowadays, because his YouTube channel has exploded within the past week or two.

"It's been a fun evening," Joe smiled.

"I agree," I grinned, leaning over about to give him a small kiss.

"Minx," A familar voice interrupted as Joe and I were walking back to the car, "Looks like you've gotten yourself a famous boyfriend, hm?"

"P.iss off, Rory," I said, turning around, "How do you always manage to find us in such a big city?!"

Joe held my hand, gently squeezing it. I can just tell he was getting angry just by Rory's presence.

"Look at this scrawny p.rick, I could easily take him out. Then, you would have no choice but to come with me," Rory threatened.

"H.ell no," Joe mocked.

"Well, if you didn't steal my girl, we wouldn't have a problem," Rory shook his head.

"I didn't steal your girl," Joe groaned, fed up with Rory, "Now, p.iss off."

"Minx, I'll show you how you're supposed to be treated. I have always loved you, since we met, and you've wanted it too. Give me another chance," Rory pleaded.

I swear he has some sort of mental illness. He changes his personality everytime I meet him. First time, he was so kind and gentle. Then when I rejected him, he went on a downward spiral, looking for trouble and fighting for me whenever I see him.

Joe grabbed my hand and continued towards the car.

"Rory, stay the f.uck away from Joe and I," I said before getting in the car.

Joe quickly drove away.

"What the h.ell is wrong with him?" Joe asked.

"Honestly, I don't know. He's obsessive though."

"That's for sure," Joe agreed.

Joe and I were both a little paranoid that he would follow us and since I just moved into my own flat, the last thing we want is for him to know where I live. So Joe took a few detours, to make sure no one was following us.