Unexpected | Jc Caylen *rewriting*

Going Home With JC (Chapter 3)

I stand back, away from the girls, as I just stare at JC, holding up a sign for me. I was going home with JC Caylen, wait, gosh that sounds wrong, I was living with JC Caylen. Much better. I sit in front of him and wait. After the fury of girls leave, JC just stands there and runs his hands through his hair.

"Sorry, for not doing anything JC." I say, he looks at me confused. I point at the sign. "I'm Carter." I say.

"Ohhh, hi, wait girl, how you know my name?" He asks, swaying his finger around, I giggle at him and stand up.

"Because, I watch your videos, duh!" I laugh and thump my head, he smiles.

"Yay, I'm going to have a cloud living with me!" He smiles. "And a cute one too." He says and raises his eyebrows.

"Ew, just, no,ew okay, ew." I say shooing him away playfully.

"I know you want this sexy body." JC says, pointing to himself. I shake my head and walk out the door.

"Wrong door!" Shouts JC, and I turn back around and come in.

"Which door?" I ask him.

"Follow me!" He brightly says, and he skips down the airport halls, and I frolic after him. We stop at McDonalds and I squee.

"You high or something?" He turns around and looks at me and I slightly punch him, and he lightly punches me back.

"It is illegal to hit a lady." I inform him, pouting.

"I know, that is why I hit you." He chuckles.

"Calling me a boy now are we?" I question, he nods his head as I close his door to the car, we walk across the parking lot, arguing how I wasn't a boy, and I ended up winning.

"Well, if I'm a boy what are these?" I ask, pointing to my, uh, upper chest.

"Implants." He says.

"Yeah, cuz boys just, love getting... upper chest implants!" I say, not wanting to say the word, JC laughs at me and holds the door open.

"You win." He laughs and soon I think he is going to pass out with laughter.

"Escape mental patient right here." I mutter, and pull out my phone and take a pic of him, and now he his inbetween cooughing, crying, and laughing. I rub his back and order. I take money out his pocket and pay for my food.

"Money stealer." He says after he calms down.

"You know," I begin slurping on my frappe, "you should really see a doctor about that little seizure you just had, JC."

"Well, you should see a doctor, because I think there is something wrong with your face." JC argues, I roll my eyes and pull out my phone. JC looks at me confused as I snicker. I click on Instagram and upload a photo, the one of JC. I click on the picture I took of JC and look up at him, he mouths "what are you doing?" and I shake my head as I press the button to post it. I see the picture and laugh, JC snatches the phone from me and looks at the picture. He looks up at me. I stand up quickly and run fast out the door. I see JC come after me. He scoops me up and unlocks the car door he sits me down and looks at me. He holds up my phone.

"Why do you have this?" He asks, trying to hold back his own laughter. He has me pinned in the back seat, so I try to squirm out of his grasp.

"I'll repeat again, why did you post this?" He begins to laugh again.

"A bit of carma I guess." I say casually. JC looks at me and leans closer until his nose is almost touching mine,

"Well never do it again." He says and releases me. I stand up and glare at him, and take a seat in the front. He gets on the drivers side and starts up. He turns on the radio and I hear "Kiss You" by One Direction play. My eyes widen as I jump up and down in the car. JC stops at a stoplight and turns to look at me, I continue to jump up and down in the car singing along (off key) to One Directions glamorous voices (I'm a Directioner) and dance around to the song. I see JC dance around to the song too. We stop at his house, and I pull out my suitcases. I look at JC, walking to the door, I clear my voice and he turns around.