California Love: A PaulZimmer & JamieRose Fanfiction

Chapter 1

*Jamie's POV*
My phone buzzes.
Paul: Hey Jamie! I'm at the store. Do you need anything?
I reply.
Jamie: Can you grab some pizza?
Paul: Of course, haha. When do I not get pizza?
Jamie: Lol. Cya soon.

I waited on the couch with Coco and Fluffy. Maybe I could make another musical.ly? I picked a song, filmed it, posted it, and the likes came rolling in. Then Paul came home.

"Hey Jamie! How was your morning?" He carried in about 8 bags. Damn his muscles looked good.

"It was good," and I smiled. "Do you need help?"

"Nah, I got it." I watched him put the bags in the kitchen and then go back out to the car. I starting unpacking the bags.

He came back inside with the rest of the bags. "Got your favorite pizza," he chided, swinging the bag with Hawaiian pizza in it. I couldn't help but laugh. We had always shared a love for pizza. It was probably the first thing we realized that we had in common.
(A/N. I don't actually know their favorite pizzas .-.)

After all the bags were unloaded, Paul and I decided to do our daily Live.ly streams. I set up the my phone for recording and my other phone for reactions. Once the Live.ly started I started getting the usual comments. The somewhat annoying ones: "BFF ME!" and "React to me please!" There were nice ones like: "Jamie you're so pretty!!!" and "OMG ILYSM❤️". And then there was the most common one: "Are you and Paul dating?" The answer was, no, we were best friends. But honestly, I thought of him as a little bit more.

The way I acted probably gave it away, kissing his cheek, smiling uncontrollably, and blushing whenever he spoke. Whenever we met fans in public they would ask us if we were dating and tell us that if we were, not to worry because they wouldn't tell anyone. But the truth was, we weren't dating.

Yes, I cared about Paul. A lot. I loved him too, mostly as a friend. But ever since we were dared to kiss, my feelings have been getting stronger and I don't know if I would ever be able to live without him.

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When it was dinner time, we heated up the pizza and ate it while watching a movie. After that, we each went about our own evening routines: showering, changing, calling friends, raiding the fridge, making musical.lys. Around 10 o'clock I was laying in bed when I heard thunder. It almost never rains in California. I wasn't too scared, but I decided to take advantage of the moment. I tip toed into the hallway and closer to Paul's room. I knocked.

"Come in," he called. I opened the door and he was laying on his bed watching a scary movie.

"How can you do that?" I laughed.

"Do what?" He paused the movie and looked at me. Oh my. His wonderful green eyes.

"Watch a scary movie during a thunderstorm, or even watch scary movies at all," I said, and I felt my cheeks flush. I let my hair fall hopefully so it would hide my cheeks.

"I don't know, I never really thought about it I guess," and then he laughed.
"Hey, why are you still standing in the doorway? Come sit," and so I did.
I was wearing my purple lace tank top with matching shorts. Paul was shirtless. Damn.
We sat sort of awkwardly. I had never sat on his bed this close to him before. Well, I had, but it didn't feel like this. This time was different. I felt a tension between us. He must have felt it too. So he took a chance.
His hand came toward my face, and he put a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You are really beautiful, you know that?" I blushed a lot. Oops.

"Thank you Paul," I smiled, but I didn't move. I felt his eyes scanning me. I was getting his attention in new ways but it didn't feel right.
"Paul I think I should go," and so I got up and started walking away.

"Jamie, did I do something wrong?" He sounded concerned and apologetic.

"I don't think so, no. It's just, we are best friends and we shouldn't be more than that." That's what my mind was saying, anyway. My heart was screaming Kiss him! Kiss him!

"I thought we were both feeling more strongly about each other, Jamie. I'm sorry if I did something to offend you. Just please, come back here."

My heart won. "Oh Paul I love you," and I ran back to him, sat on the bed, and kissed him. It was amazing. Better than when we were dared to do it. This kiss was just us. No camera, no fans pushing us. We had decided to put our lips together, and hold each other's hands, and kiss.

"I don't wanna sleep alone, Paul."

"You can sleep with me," and he turned the TV off. We climbed under the covers, and he put his arm around me as the rain poured. I shut my eyes and knew that from that night forward, my life would be different.