Something called Trust❤

The First Date❤

(These are not my real twitter names)

Jamie's POV

My alarm clock woke me up from my perfect dream about George Shelley from Union J. I dreamt that I met him, but he's famous. There's no way a normal person like me could meet him. I'm just a poor girl living in Bristol, England.

I should look on twitter to see if my dream boyfriend, George, or his bandmates tweeted, or even noticed me. I had five notifications. Two from my best friend, Lana, who commented on one of my tweets screaming in all caps, so I just ignored her. One from Lana's Union J fan account screaming about something again, so I decided to check out what she said.

@UnionJLana_ : OMFG JAMIE GEORGE TWEETED YOU! LUCKY YOU❤

I thought she was kidding so I checked what else she said.

@Lana_Literally_Me : JAMIE SERIOUSLY LOOK AT GEORGE'S PROFILE HE TWEETED YOU;)

@Lana_Literally_Me : JAMIE JAM JAM LOOK AT YOUR FUTURE BOYFRIEND'S PROFILE!

Lana never would joke about something this big with me. I check the other notification, to see if she was telling the truth.

@GeorgeUJWorld : @UnionJamie I'll dm you, you seem very interesting;)

I checked my dm's and surprisingly there was a new one from, the amazing, George Shelley. He said "hope we can meet up at the Starbucks on Palm Street. Can you be there?" I replied saying, "of course, who would give up the chance to meet you?!"

I got in the shower and thought about George (I meant the tweet, god you dirty people!). Out of all the pick up lines he receives, he chooses my weird one about rocks to reply to. I feel bad for the people who the boys haven't noticed. I got out of the shower and texted Lana.

To: Lana the Funky Monkey

OMG me and George are going out to Starbucks, he hasn't told me when, yet.

To: Jamie the Mysterious Pony

OMG, if you meet Josh, tell him about me. I need a famous boyfriend, too.

To: Lana the Funky Monkey

Will do, gtg. Love ya funky monkey!

To: Jamie the Mysterious Pony

Love ya, too. Mysterious Pony.

I sigh, content. I love my best friend. I love our relationship. I love my life. I love George Shelley.

I went to twitter again to see if George has seen my DM, and I find out that he dm'ed me back. "Be there at 9 2nite. Ill be waiting." I reply back sassily, "I'll be there when I want, you no tell me 💁. Jk, see you there:)" I can't believe I am going to meet George Shelley. It's only noon and I can't wait until 9.

"I guess I'll ring Lana, see if she can come over." I whispered to myself.

Ring, ring.

Lana: Hey there, mysterious pony. What's up girlie?

Me: Wanna come over, funky monkey, to help me get ready?

Lana: What time are you going on your date with Shelley?

Me: 9. Now get your bum over and help me get ready!

Lana: I shall, bye, I'll be over in 5.

Me: Bye.

I hang up. While I wait for Lana, I play Pokémon. I don't know what it is, but this game is so addicting. I hear my front door being opened and, Lana walking in.

"Hey Lansies, how are you?" I ask.

"Just peachy!" Lana says excited.

"I am really exci-" I say as Lana cuts me off.

"We only have 5 hours to get you ready! So, less talking more, curling hair and getting dressed! No chop chop!" I laugh at my best friend's childish behavior. I run to my closet and try to pick out the best outfit. Since its winter, and probably snowy, I am wearing a pink jumper, pink beanie with a puffy ball at the top, light blue jeans, pink vans, and a light pink purse. For my make up I put on foundation, pink lipstick, barely any light pink eyeshadow, mascara, and black eyeliner.

I look at my phone for the time, and it is 7. Two hours to curl my light brown hair. "Lana, will you curl one half of my hair so it is curled faster?" I shout to her, since she is downstairs. "Sure, darling." She yells to me. I hear her run up the stairs. She walks into my room and picks up my pink hair curler. I pick up my pale blue curler and we start.

When we finish, it is 8:30. I have 30 minutes to get to Starbucks. " Lana, I have to go now. Thank you so much for helping me! I love you." I say and kiss her cheek. "No problem, your my best friend, babe. Love you too. You go have fun! Ill be here waiting for when you get back. And remember, I need a famous boyfriend too!" Lana says jokingly. I smile, leave my house, and drive to Starbucks.

George's POV:

I've been at Starbucks for a half an hour. I got here at 8:15 and it is now 8:50. I get worried she isn't going to come, but then I see a girl in, literally all pink and curled hair walk in. I am going to wait until she notices me because I've scared a couple people asking if they were Jamie. She looks over and waves at me. I get up and walk up to her. She is waiting in line and there are two people ahead of her.

"Hey!" I say.

"Hi, I'm Jamie!" She says.

"I'm George!" I say to her.

"I know, silly, why do you think my twitter picture is a photoshopped picture of me and you? I am really obsessed with you band, you guys are amazing! I jus-" Jamie rambles and blushes, "Sorry, I tend to ramble."

"No problem!" I say.

We are called up in line and she orders a Cinnamon Dolce Latte, and I order a Caramel Mocchiato. "What are your names?" The lady asks. Jamie was going to say but, I interrupted her. "Spongebob for mine and, Patrick for my lady's." I say and grin. The lady behind the counter rolled her eyes but, wrote down Spongebob and Patrick on our cups. Jamie stifles a laugh but, when the lady leaves she busts up laughing. "Did you... Did you... Did you.... See her.... Face it was..... Absolutely hilarious!" Jamie says between giggles.

We sat down at a table and got our drinks. "So, wanna play 20 questions?" I ask. "Sure." Jamie says.

"You start!" I say and laugh.

"One. Do you like bananas?" She asks. "Yes!" I say, "do you?"

"They're ok," Jamie says.

20 minutes later;)

Jamie's POV

We walk out of Starbucks. We only did 19 questions because we couldn't think of anything else. George grabs my hand and intertwines our hands together. " For my 20th question; why are you so charming?" I ask. George giggles and says, "It's all natural." We both laugh as he gestures to his face. "Ok, hmm." George says and pulls something out of his pocket. "For my, last but, not least," he got down on one knee, pulled out a candy ring, and asked me, "Will you be my girlfriend?" "Yes, of course!" I say, "But I have a question, where did you get that candy ring?"

He giggles and says, "I'm full of surprises!"

I say, "Me too."

He leans down, kisses me, and we both fall into the snow.

This is the start of something beautiful.