Him; RJS [complete]

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Lori;

Slipping on a pastel colored bomber jacket that had a small patch that presented 'LA does is best' over a black Calvin Klein shirt. Fixing my hair I tied my white high tops (converse) and fixed my jeans.

Perfect. I thought. I was doing yet another photo shoot with Jacob and somehow I have a million followers, but no verification on the platform of instagram just because of random pictures with Jacob in my room. Today is the day though, the day I reveal my face to the world of fans. "So we're leaving tomorrow to the first stop of Jacob's tour and so on from there we're going to travel".

"Alright", I said as my mom said scrolling through her phone and walking out of my room, me following behind. "I have that photo shoot today with Jacob, remember?".

"Yeah, it's at 2:30...you have a couple minutes so I suggest you walk across the street to the Sartorius household".

"It's 2:15".

"And you need to learn how to have good time management, now go. Love you".

"Love you too, mom", she kissed the top of my head as I walked down the stairs jumping off on the second to last step.

My feet stomped against the concrete as I walked along the pavement of Jacob's driveway. I rang the doorbell and after it had repeated itself three times Mr. Sartorius had opened the door greeting me.

"Um, Jacob's still getting ready, he woke up about 30 minutes ago and can't find a good outfit to wear".

"He can never find a good outfit to wear without having an hour thinking about it", Mr. Sartorius raised up his mug of coffee smiling as I chuckled a bit. The newspaper he had rustled his hands as footsteps came towards the family room. Jacob. He came in with no shoes on, black ripped jeans, and an olive green button up shirt that were folded to look like quarter sleeves.

"Not even going to say a hello.. Rude", the sass came out as a joke as Jacob turned his head and smiled as he saw me. "Hello, beautiful".

"Your dad".

"I know, he's right there", he grabbed a pair of black high top converse that were by the door and slid them on as fast as he could. "Do I look okay?".

"Jacob just because your dearest love is here doesn't mean you have to look good, she's seen you at your worst dressed, calm down", Jacob's dad said as I tried to not breakout in a smile.

;Park

"Just a little more to the left", Jacob had brought his own camera since the photographer had not been at the park yet. "And snap", I laughed as Jacob took another picture. "Can I see?".

"Come here", he handed me the camera as I smiled and his arms wrapped around my body. "Why are you so warm and why am I so cold?".

I shrugged. "Jacob, you might just be getting sick and then someone else is going to have to sing sweatshirt".

"You?".

"Yeah... No. Tony can do it".

Jacob laughed. Tony was kind of Jacob's manager who seemed to lose control of him. "Jacob, he's here", he looked over at his mom as a man with leather jacket, beige joggers, and some Nike's came towards us and smiled.