Magic // Joey Graceffa Fanfic *rewriting*

Chapter 12

I looked at Joey and smiled wide. He smiled back at me and held out his arm for me. Claire rushes down the steps.

"RULES MISTER!" She yells. I start to laugh, she had this talk with any guy friend who was taking me somewhere. Joey looks at me confused. I mouth 'I'm sorry' to him.

"Now, I want her back here by 10 not 9:59, not 10:01. Got that?" Joey nods. "Also if I find out she's pregnant that's the end of you. How do you think your fans would feel if you got a nearly 20 year old girl pregnant BEFORE YOU ARE DATING EVEN. Wait are you dating? What level are you on?" She asks.

"Actually I'm not sure." Me and Joey both say in unsion.

"Okay whatever, but no sex okay? If I find out your head will be mounted on a wall mister. Now have fun!" She says changing from deadly to chirpy.

"Uh okay, bye Claire." He awkwardly says taking me out. Once we were out of ear shot I started laughing.

"I'm sorry Joey, she does that to any guy friend I have." I say turning red.

"But you only had one boyfriend?" He asks confused opening the door for me.

"Yeah, she's usually my turn off on guys." I say shrugging.

"I'm used to it." Joey says getting on his side. I laugh again.

"Tell me where we're going?" I ask. He looks.

"Surprise." He says. I frown.

"Yay." I sarcastically say. He starts to drive and I take out my phone. Ohh they updated a fanfic I like! I desprately got to it and started reading.

"Watcha doing?" He asks pulling to a stoplight.

"Reading." I say grinning still reading.

"Watcha reading?" He asks.

"Something." I snap playfully.

"What is that 'something'?" He asks.

"Joey I'm reading a fanfic! Green light." I say pointing to the light. He starts reading.

"What type of fanfic?" He asks. I groan in frustration.

"A fanfic about freaking wolves! I'm not telling you thst!" I say laughing.

"You look cute when you do that." He says pinching my cheeks. I roll my eyes.

"Sure I do." I say sarcastically.

"You really do!" He exclaims.

"Thanks." I say smiling faintly. 

"You look really pretty too." Joey says. I think we're here.

"You look really handsome Joey." I say shrugging. I look at the people going in. I'm so gonna be judged. I mean they look all fancy and I'm here with pink hair. Really fancy. He comes and helps me out. I smile again. And walk with him inside. The seating person leads us to a table far from anyone else 'praise Jesus' and walks away. The waiter comes, you know those waiters you expect to be at french resturants with the french mustaches and stuff? That was our waiter, I swear. He takes our drink order and leaves.

"Sooo..." Joey trails off.

"So what?" I ask smiling.

"What's making you stressed?" He asks. How he know I'm stressed? Like what?

"What makes you think I'm stressed?" I ask. I feel strange now, like I did back in school really fidgety. Like I wasn't perfect enough. No this isn't happening nope, not letting it. I bite my lip worried. Damnit why me?