I love you, Jc. (A JC Caylen FanFiction)

Keeping it real with Jc.

I wear, after I realized JC Caylen was replying to me I started tearing up. I took his number and started texting him

"Hey, Jc. (: It's Paige. You gave me your number through instagram.. and said I could talk to you if I ever needed it. So, yeah. Hai. :D"

Jc:

"Hello, beautiful. I did, and I would really appreciate you didn't give my number out to anyone else. You, are actually the only fan I gave mine out to. I hope you understand that if you give out my number that everyone will start flooding my phone and I would have to change my number, AND TRUST ME I don't wanna do that so ya thanks. And, yes I want to be here for you. :)"

Me:

"But, why? I mean I bet you get like thousands of instagram DMs everyday. I wouldn't consider mine any special from the others, ya know? I mean, who knows..I could always be an 80 year old man behind the screen. xD"

Jc: 

"Well, I hope your not an 80 year old man because that would be awkward af. But, yeah.. I don't know why I chose you. You just sounded so mature, I guess? You stuck out to me, and when I read it I felt like I was talking to a real person. Everyone else in my dm's are always like "FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER" or "LIKE MY RECENT PICTURE ILY" and after a while it gets tiring. I like to be real with people."

Me:

"I'm glad you can be real with me, Jc. After all, I feel the same way. I can always relate to you and count on you to spread that smile across my face. So thank you for your time. I really enjoyed talking to you, but it's 3:00 AM and I should get going to bed. Good night, I love you. xoxo"

OH. MY. GOD. 

I can't believe that just happened. I mean, he said he feels like he "can be real" with me. I feel so special, and he keeps calling me beautiful?? I mean, I'm not the type to fan girl but this deffinitely made me fan girl.

        I turned off my phone, and tried to sleep. But, that night it was impossible. I kept smiling, and was the happiest I've been in a long time. Youtubers just don't understand the feeling of just one little notification that they favorited your tweet. It's silly, but it's real.