Joe Mazzello Imagines

My Life In A Journal Entry

To make this clear before you read the chapter, this is a journal entry entirely from your mind kind of thing. I don't know how everybody writes in their journals (if you do), so I've written it like a conversation. I hope you enjoy this because I had fun writing it!

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Why is it every time I come to the cafe I am always reminded of how single I am? Why I can't have what everybody else seems to have? I'm just getting really sick of writing about romance and love in my stories, but not experiencing any of it at all in real life.

And this thought process always seems to come on when a certain someone enters the coffee shop. Honestly, I don't know his name, or anything about him really, except that he always orders a coffee with some kind of food which takes him ages to finish, or that he always seems to come into the cafe whenever I am here, and he always seems to sit in the same seat. Right in my view.

I'm not saying I don't like it. I do. I really do. He's very good looking. And it's not like I'm spying on him or anything. Cafe's are a great place to get some writing done. It's also a great place to distract one's self from said writing to stare at good looking strangers. God, I'm such a weirdo. But it's not like I can help it! It's like my eyes are drawn to him as soon as he sets foot in this damn place.

Maybe I should just go to a different cafe...

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Ohhhkay, guess what. Something very different happened today. Good different, too. Which is great for a change. But I was sitting at the cafe writing a chapter for my novel (per usual) when I notice the guy come in (also, per usual). But he doesn't take his coffee or food to his usual table, but instead he sat in front of me!

I have to admit, I was freaking out a little. I always say dumb things to cute guys and this guy's about the cutest. But I didn't say anything stupid this time. Or if I did, it didn't scare him off like I usually would.

But now I know his name; Joe. I also found out he's super funny (milk out of nose funny), and we ended up talking for a couple of hours! I completely forgot about Allison trying to save Izaiah from cannibalistic clowns (my story, obviously). But him talking to me isn't even the best part. When I was about to leave to go to a meeting with my publishers, he asked me for my phone number then asked me on a date!

And wow I'm sounding like a very stereotypical rom-com girl right now, but I don't care. Because I have a date in 20 minutes.

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Hey, long time, no writing. I know I haven't written in a long time, but Joe and I have finally moved in together. Sure, we moved into the house a couple of weeks ago, but we unpacked the last box today, so we've officially moved in together! And we've already had a couple of fights. Sure, we've been dating for quite a few months now (9 months), and we've had fights before, but this time it's different. This time it's about what to plant in the garden, or how to decorate a certain space in the house. 

So, I decided to cut him a little deal. He gets to decorate the games/cinema room and I get to do the rest. But, what I am also going to do is when he's finished decorating, I am going to give it a little bit of my touch (essentially, I'm going to change things if I don't like it). And before you go on about how this isn't fair (even if your just a journal and I'm essentially just arguing with my brain), he actually doesn't care about what the room looks like. What he does care about is having some kind of say.

But it hasn't been all fighting. There's been a lot of other things happening here, too. And let's just say, I'm looking forward to seeing what happens in the future.

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THIS BITCH HAS A KITTEN! And I'm also engaged. But a kitten!

OMG - I never thought this would actually happen, but it did and I feel like bouncing off the walls right now. 

I know your probably wondering what happened (even if your just a journal), so I'll tell you everything in as much detail as my hyper-active brain can handle right now. It was a warm, starry night, and - who am I kidding. I don't have the patience to write crap like this. Let's keep it basic.

So, basically, Joe wanted an at home date night where he cooked dinner (shocking, I know), I wore my favorite dress and he wore a sexy suit, (so sexy I had to try not to drool), and we ate under the candle light. Super romantic, right?

And we were having a great time when Joe suddenly said he had a present for me, so he left to go to the other room, and when he came back he was holding a gorgeous, beautiful, adorable, little, tabby, fluffy kitten. If you couldn't tell, I instantly fell in love . But it took me a wee bit to realize that there was a string loosely hanging on her neck with a ring attached to it. I have to admit, I gasped. Anyone would have. I also might have started crying too. Especially when I looked up and Joe was kneeling down on one knee, telling me how much he loved me and asked me to marry him. But I think I interrupted him asking the question because I was already saying yes.

So, yeah, I'm engaged. 

And I have a kitten. 

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I am now officially writing as Mrs Y/N Mazzello. Gone is that girl, Y/N  Y/L/N who desperately wanted someone to love and in her place is someone who is in love with an absolute adorable idiot. And no I don't mean our cat.

So, yeah. Today we got married, and it was a blast. We all danced down the aisle, true The Office style, (we love that show). And none of us fell on our face, so, I count that as a win.

My maid of honor made a beautiful, heart warming, tear filled speech - until she decided to embarrass me by basically saying that I spied on Joe every time he came into the cafe and then would proceed to bombard her with calls to talk about him for apparently hours. I mean, its true, but that doesn't mean she can tell everybody about it. 

I guess what made it a little bit better was the fact that Ben, Joe's best man, said the same thing about Joe, about how he would spy on me at the cafe and then tell Ben, in extreme detail, everything about me.

Our first dance together was... something. Of course, we didn't go for the traditional waltz. Instead we did a break-dance, hip-hop, robot combo that would have looked like a mess but was so much fun.

Anyway, I better get going seeing as Joe is getting a little impatient. It's our honeymoon and I promised him I wouldn't write on our holiday seeing as I can usually write for hours without a break.

Oops.