Joey Graceffa x Reader
This isn't your ordinary fanfic. You (y/n) have powers. You don't know how you got them all you know is that you had them from birth and that there are others. Your parents told you legends about these powers but they are...
"It's a date," I read the text. A smile spreads across my lips and I text back. "What are you doing Joey?" I whisper to myself. My body fills with nerves and my hands heat up. I immediately get up and calm myself down. For the rest of the night I record myself gaming and try to keep my mind off of Y/n. It's harder than it seems.
Your P.O.V
I finished up editing then get ready for bed. I lay in bed and my mind goes to Joey. His hair, his eyes, oh his eyes! "Y/n! You can't have a crush on him!" I mentally tell myself. I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling until I finally drift off.
I look over at Joey who is walking beside me on the streets of LA. We get lost in each other's eyes. Everyone around us keeps walking but I don't notice them. Just how I don't notice the guy behind me has a gun to my head until Joey's eyes widen in panic.
"Come with me or you die!" A masculine voice yells behind me. "What do you want?" I panic and the ground beneath me starts to turn to ice. "She's the right one." The guy says into a walkie-talkie. "You're coming with me." He says as if it's already decided.
"No! Joey help! Please!" I plead. "Yuh-you're a freak. You have powers." Joey's eyes are wide with shock. "I won't help you." Joey refuses. "Joey!" I yell and the guy drags me. I try to freeze the guy but he seems to be immune to the cold. Maybe he's a freak too?
I get gagged and I feel the gun press against my head. People just stare as I'm dragged across the pavement, leaving a trail of ice and snow. I'm dragged into the darkness and I hear a loud bang go off and I scream.
"No!" I wake up yelling. I could feel the cold sweat on my back and forehead. My alarm goes off, snapping me back to reality. 11:00 am I read the clock on my nightstand. I let out a sigh of relief. It was just a dream, thank god.
I rub my forehead and process my dream. I get up and take a shower. The warm water cascading down my back felt soothing. When I got out of the shower and finished my morning routine I go into the kitchen and make myself coffee. I hear my phone buzz indicating that I have a text.
Joey😊: Let's go get coffee in Hollywood. How does a walk on the Walk of Fame sound?
Me: It sounds great! Where do you want to meet?
I cringe at what his name is. How tired was I last night? I quickly change it to just Joey. I also stop mid coffee making. I don't need to overdose on caffeine.
Joey: I'll pick you up. What's your adress?
Me: Floor two apartment room 204. You really don't have to though, Joey.
I also give him the name of the apartment building I live in. They aren't huge but they're pretty good.
Joey: I know but I want to. I'll be there soon. Be ready!
Me: Ok Mr. Graceffa!
I look down at my outfit. A halter crop top, burgundy ripped jeans and my nudish pink lipstick. I shrug. "It'll work." I think out loud.
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I put on one of my few pairs of shoes. A pair of black lace up heels and I sit on the couch and wait for Joey.
JOEY'S P.O.V
I am so nervous. Its not even a date. We are just hanging out. But something about her makes me nervous in a good way. She's so pretty. Her e/c eyes are mesmerizing.
I pull up and her building and walk in. A woman who sits at a desk asks me what I am doing.
"I'm going up to see Y/f/n." I smile lightly. "Ok you can go up." She waves at me and unlocks the door by pressing a button. Must be one if the doors Thats only locked on one side. She looks back at her book. I look at what she's reading and it turns out to be The Hunger Games.
"I love that book." I say then turn and walk through the door. I find Y/n's apartment number and lightly knock.
Your P.O.V
I hear a light knock on the door.
Must be Joey.
I think. I get up and open the door. I see Joey and he smiles. I smile back.
"Shall we go." Joey steps out of the way. "We shall." I smile and grab my simple black purse and keys. I lock up and follow Joey.
He's so ho- no! You don't like him, remember. But he looks so good in his dark blue t-shirt that fits his body perfectly.
"Y/n?" Joey snaps your attention back to reality. "Uh, yeah." Your cheeks turn a light pink.
"I was just wondering if you have or well had any pets?" Joey asks. "Oh, um yeah I have a dog. Well had maybe? Hes a maremma." I say. "Had?" Joey questions. "Well he lives with my parents in Canada." I look at him. "Wow Canada? Where in Canada?" Joey opens the passenger door for me. "London, Ontario." I get in and thank him.
Joey walks to the other side and gets in. "Oh Ontario. Thats far. Whats the dog's name?" Joey turns on the nice silver car. "Mack." I smile sadly, missing my dog. (I actually used to have a maremma named Mack)
"Well I have three dogs. Lark, the youngest, Wolfe is the oldest, and then theres Storm." Joey laughs, trying to lighten the mood. "Ah, the middle child." I laugh and Joey laughs with me.
We continue to drive in silence for the rest of the way. But not an uncomfortable silence. For some reason I feel comfortable and safe with him. It's very, very unusual for me to feel that way with someone. Pretty much the only other person I feel like that with is my best friend, Shane.
"We are here." Joey says while parallel parking by a beautiful coffee shop. We walk into the store. There weren't many people. The lights were hanging from the ceiling and the whole place has a vintage vibe.
"Let's sit," Joey pulls out a chair for me at a table by the window. I sit down and thank him. "I'll order, what do you want?" Joey asks me. I look over and see a glass display with chocolate croissants.
"A chocolate croissant and a latte." I say and take fifteen dollars out of my purse. "I'll pay." Joey says. "No, I got it." I refuse and try to hand him the bills. "Y/n. Don't worry about it." Joey insists. I reluctantly put the money back, guiltily knowing I didn't really want to pay anyways.
What? I'm cheap. Though, I will pay next time. I don't want him paying all the time. I'm broke but I have money.
"I'll be back." Joey flashes me a smile.
JOEY'S P.O.V
I walk over to the cash register and stand in the short line. I look over at Y/n and see her looking at her phone. God, she's pretty. Her h/c hair, sparkling eyes..
"Sir?" Someone says insistingly. "Oh, yeah. Can I get a latte with a heart design and a chocolate croissant. Also can I get a cappuccino and an avocado toast?" I order. The cashier kind of stares at me. Her red hair is in a bun and freckles are scattered on her face.
"That'll be $16.50." The cashier smiles at me. "Who ya here with?" She asks. "Um, my girlfriend." I nod towards you, slightly blushing at referring to you as his girlfriend. "The one on her phone?" The girl, I look at her name tag, Christine, says. "Yep." I nod. "You can do much better than that." Christine smiles at me and puts my order on a tray. "Like me." She winks. "No thanks!" I say, my hands warming up as I get annoyed. I quickly walk away with the tray to the table.
