Superhero// jc caylen fanfic

Fourteen

After we finished our date, or Jc's and I's whatever thing as friends, we went home and got dressed in pajamas, watching a bunch of movies together in the living room.

We brought all of our mattresses down there and bean bags with blankets.
Our whole living room was filled of comfy things including our couch.

We ended up wresting each other a bunch of times.
"Rosie, do you want to go to bed?" JC said barley being able to keep his eyes open.

"Our Mattress is down here."

"We can go to my house." He offers.

I nod. "Sure." I say and lead him upstairs with me so I could grab my sweatshirt.

we made it out without waking up Tayler, Jay, Kian and Grayson.

When we got to his house I realised there were no cars in his driveway.
"Where's your family?" I ask.
"Apparently their at my grandmothers for the week up in Denver so... I guess we have it to ourselves." He chuckles.

"As much as I love everyone there this is great." I say.

"True." JC unlocks the door and we walk in and lock it behind us.

We walk to his bedroom and I start making the bed.
"Clean freak." He says.

"Shut up, your room is so messy." I half laugh.

I snuggle up into his covers after putting a movie into the tv and wait for JC to join.

He walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his basketball shorts.
Hot.

"Like the view?" He jokes.

"Yes." I say truthfully.

He looked confused and I let it go, I wasn't going to lie to him about that.

He snuggles up next to me and we watch TV.

"Its cold." I mumble.

He smiles at me and puts his arm around me and pulls me closer.

"Rosie." He mumbles.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"Your..." He doesn't finish his sentence.

"What?" I ask.

"Your amazing. Your beautiful."

"What were you actually going to say?" I ask.

He looks at me and smiles.
"Your perfect."

"Why are you telling me this?"

He looked embarrassed  and took his arm out from under me.
"No stop, I'm just asking why all of the sudden your saying such sweet things to me."

"I've wanted to tell you forever but Kian doesn't seem to approve of me."

"Who care's what Kian thinks?"

He shrugs. "You?" He says in a question tone.

"Nope." I say.

"So shall I continue?" He smiles looking at me, replacing his arm.

"If you want."

"You are the most gorgeous female on this earth, your laugh sounds like dying elephants and that makes me smile more than anything. I love how tiny your hand is, its so freaking cute like a little baby hand. Your body is like an hour glass, damn. Your hair is so impressive, how much time you spend on your appearance although you wake up looking flawless. Your so nice to even the worst people and you make me feel special even when I feel the worst." He finishes.

So many mixed emotions went through me.
I had a toothy smile and I knew my face was bound to be redder than ever.

"Did you mean that?" I ask.

"I did." He replies.

"Well you Mr, are such a model, I have no clue why Calvin Klein hasn't asked you to model yet. On top of your perfect body and face, your such an asshole. You make me smile even when I don't want to and even when I try my hardest to stay mad at you, when you smile I break into one too. Jesus Justin." I say.

He laughs.
"Wow." He says.

"Yep." I say.

"So...." He says after a long period of silence.

"JC." I say.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"What are we?"

"What do you want to be?"

"I don't know, what do you want to be?" I ask.

"I think you already know." He smirks down at me.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

"Rosie, I love you." That sent butterflies all through me.

"I love you too." I say back.

We were in bed facing each other.
We lean in and close our eyes, our lips connect.

"Are you my girlfriend?" He asks and runs his fingers through my hair.

"I'm your girlfriend." I say.

"Thank god."

"What about kian?" I say.

"See, you do care what he thinks." He says.

"No it just seems like you do."

"I don't. For all I care he can hate me all he wants as long as I have you."

"And I'm the cheesy one."

"You deserve my cheesiness every once in awhile."

"But I don't ever do anything bad to you."

He pouts.
"Fine."

"I'm kidding! I love you."
I whine.

He turns back over and kisses the top of my head.
"Go to bed my princess." He demands.

He closes his eyes and so do I.