I Love You

By stormdog11 and I the Writer Girl

This may be a one shot unless you want to write more, I and my sis Kelly well be writing this! Set at ending when Stubby is not doing that song. May be OCC. Maybe

Chapter 1

Jessica's Pov~

I was wearing my new glasses. I and Christopher were dancing to a song that I have no idea what it was called. My sister Sara came up to me and saw us dancing. "Jessica, it is time to go." She said tapping her foot trying to make me go. "Jessica." She whined. "Wait! Oh my god! You! You! You have his glasses." She said taking off me and looking at each part. God. She was weird.

I put my hand out and she handed back the glasses. "Hey Sara, I'll get a ride with Christopher." She frowned. "Tell mom and dad I am getting a ride with the most famous pop star you love. I love Christopher." I said acting like her. She frowned and stomped away with her friend. "So…" I say trying to make him say something.

"So I can take you out to eat if you please." Christopher said doing the thing with his eyes. I smiled and nod. We walk the halls to the blue car. "So why your sister would be so upset?" He asked. I shrugged even know I knew the answer but it was hard to explain. I put on his glasses again. He was driving.

We drove into an Italian Restaurant. "I don't want to wear a dress in there." I said when we were still by a car. He did things with his eyes. "Stop it." I said. He lifts the trunk. I went back there. There had 2 shorts and 3 shirts. Of course they were boy clothes. "Are you kidding me?" I asked.

"You said you didn't want to wear a dress so pick anything." He said. I grab a pair of shorts and a black shirt and take his zip up jacket. I start for the car. "You could go inside to change clothes." Then I started heading for the food place. I go straight to the bathroom and change as quick as I can. I come out of the bathroom and see him leaning against the wall with a jacket on and a hood up. I look at him. I don't want screaming fans. We get our seats where no one is and no one will scream my name." I nod.

"Fine." I said walking to the counter. "2 seats in a private area, no smoking zone." She said there was no private seat in the smoking zone. "Just get us a seat for 2 in a private area." I said and they took us. There were a lot of old people sitting and smoking their cigars. "Wait, how do I look?" I asked Christopher. He looked at me.

"Perfect." He said doing the thing with his eyes. The waitress came and almost screamed because of Christopher Wilde. "I like 2 cokes." He said to her and her walking away to get the drinks. "Well your parent care?" He asked.

"I don't think so." I said. "What do you think of me?" I ask him. He thinks for a moment.

"Worst navigator, smart, honest, nice, pretty, and perfect. You understand me." He said when the waitress Emily came back. She set the drinks down. "What do you think of me?" He asked me.

"Worst driver ever, even with 6 cars. And you are…" He holds up his hand and we ordered our food, "Well anyways…" My phone started vibrating. I look at it and it is my parents. "Got to take it." I said. "Hi mom and dad." I say cheerfully/

"Where are you?" Mom asked.

"With Christopher" I said unsure if they would be fine with it. "Christopher Wilde." I say.

"Well Sara said that you were going home with a random guy and what were you doing with him?" She acted like I was doing something bad.

"Going out to eat." I say.

"Paparazzi there?" She asked.

"Uh…no" I say looking around first.

"Be home in an hour." I look at the clock and hanged up. It was 10:30pm. I went back to my seat. (Kylie is writing now.)

Christopher Pov~

I wonder what her mom wanted, but by the time she came back we got our salads with chicken in it. That was the only thing we got. She didn't go back to our conversation. But we talked about anything. About a half hour later we paid and went outside.

We went outside by my car. No one was out there so she leaned up against the car and I lean against the car that I am next to her.

I look at her and she looks at me. She leans forward and I lean down. Our lips touched and we kissed for a little. Then. "Hi." It was Libby's voice. The Paparazzi was here. "I got you guys kissing. We will make a deep passionate story." She said. I just got me and Jessica in trouble.

Should we countuied? We can keep it…review and tell us if we should countuied…if you want us to countuied we will...

kinda short, sorry...but if you like tell us to contuie.