cats and Taco Bell. a Jacob Whitesides imagine.

chapter 3

did that really just happen? Jacob Whitesides wants to meet me and called me gorgeous and dmd me and got me gold tickets. what the heck is happening?

y/n: dad! *you yell before remembering you're in a hotel*

dad: y/n, don't yell. what do you want?

y/n: I don't know what you're going to do during the concert, because I got a backstage pass now and I don't think you can come with me.

dad: you paid for that?! I thought you were just going to meet him, take a picture, then go to the concert, not go backstage!

y/n: Jacob. Whitesides. gave. me. a. backstage. pass. *you say trying not to hyperventilate because it's just now actually sinking in what just happened*

dad: what?

y/n: and he wants to meet me way before the concert.

dad: like the same day?

y/n: no. dad. he wants to hang out with me.

dad: you're crazy. I think you had a dream that happened.

y/n: no. the messages are right here. *you show him and his mouth just hangs open because he can't believe it*

dad: you can't date him. he's too old.

y/n: dad. he's only 16.

dad: he's famous. you can't date him.

y/n: I've had boyfriends before. and what's saying that he wants to date me?

dad: those messages.

y/n: *you blush and your voice gets high pitched* really? *you say hopefully*

dad: that's what it looks like to me.

y/n: so I'm dating him if he wants to date me. okay? okay.

dad: listen y/n. *he sits down on the bed and pats next to him, you sit down* I don't want you to get hurt by someone. especially a famous person. he's like every other- *you cut him off*

y/n- he's not like them dad. he's different. he actually cares about is whitesiders. *he looks at you confused when you say whitesiders* it's what his fans are called. but dad. I promise he's so different than them. if I get hurt it's on me. not you.

dad: okay. *he says hugging you* I just don't want to see my little girl get hurt.

y/n: I promise that I won't.

dad: I love you.

y/n: I love you too dad. *your dad gets up to go pack the stuff in the car and your phone goes off. it's Jacob.*

Jacob: I'mfree this weekend. where do you live babe?

y/n: you're going to come meet me this weekend?

Jacob: of course. is that a problem?

y/n: no. of course not. I'm just I'm shock that this is all happening.

Jacob: don't be. ☺️

y/n: okay. but I have to go because I can't use my internet in the car and I'm driving home for like 3 hours.

Jacob: well, then I'll text you.

y/n: okay. *you give him your number*

Jacob texts you as you get in your car and you text the whole way home. he's flying in from Nashville to spend the weekend at your house. only to hangout with you.