cats and Taco Bell. a Jacob Whitesides imagine.

Chapter 22

Jacob: babe..

y/n: what is it? *he shows you your phone. it's the tweets about Shawn and you.* babe. I already told you not to be worried. I love you. not Shawn.

Jacob: but what will Shawn think when he sees this?

y/n: he most likely won't. he doesn't tweet his fans much.

Jacob: it doesn't mean that there won't be dms.

y/n: babe. do you want me to talk to him about it? or do you want to?

Jacob: if you want to you can, but I'm not going to just incase he hasn't seen it.

y/n: if I see him, I'll straighten him out. okay baby?

Jacob: okay. I love you.

y/n: I love you too. *you check the time. it's 11:45* babe. I'm going to go for a walk to just relax and be alone because this was a long day.

Jacob: are you sure? *he looks at you with puppy dog eyes.*

y/n: I guess I could stay for 5 more minutes. *he smiles* now where were we?

Jacob: *he leans in to kiss you and stops an inch from your mouth.* right about here. *he leans in the rest of the way and you have a full blown makeout session for the next 5 minutes. when you come up for air, it's 11:50. you look at Jacob, and then the clock.*

Jacob: do you have to go walk now?

y/n: yeah. I love you. *you kiss him*

Jacob: I love you too.

y/n: I'm not sure when I'll be back so don't wait up. okay?

Jacob: okay. *you kiss goodbye*

y/n: thanks for today babe. *you walk out of the door, to the stairs because you don't want to see anyone and to the park. when you get there it's 12:03. you see a dark figure sitting alone on a bench. you sit down and join him*

y/n: hey stranger *cam looks up. 'shit' you think to yourself*