Jordan's point of view

"Jordan, who is that?" Timothy whispered and I shrugged my shoulders. "Are you going to tell the boys?"

"If it happens again then I will, but until then, let's just forget about it, yeah?" I asked and he nodded. I put my phone away and then looked at him. "I'm tired." I said and he laughed.

"No, don't fall asleep on me." He said as the waiter came around. "Look, our food is here, eat." He told me and they handed out the plates.

"Would you like some cheese on your spaghetti miss?" He asked me and I nodded. "Tell me when to stop." He said.

"That's enough, thank you." I said after a second or two and he nodded. He went on to the others and Chelsea made him put a mountain of cheese on her plate.

"That's so much cheese, don't you know that it's unhealthy for you to eat so much?" Vivian said to her and she shrugged. "If you eat all that cheese your figure isn't going to stay."

"I can work it off by punching a bag and doing a few sit-ups, it's all good." Chelsea said and Vivian just shrugged. She looked at us two as I ate my spaghetti slowly and then she scoffed.

"You're all going to get so heavy. Those plates all have so many carbs and so many calories, especially the pizza." She said and Timothy shrugged.

"I am a pizza enthusiast, therefore it is my job to make sure their pizza is good enough to be called pizza. And as Chelsea said, a few sit-ups and such will work it all away." He said and the rest laughed.

"That is why you are my favorite Timothy." Chelsea said. "Don't tell the others, they'll get jealous, especially since I told James he was my favorite before."

"Playing fourteen year olds, wow Chelsea." Calum joked and we all laughed. "You're terrible." He said and I agreed.

"She's actually pretty great, well, to me at least, aren't you babe?" Michael asked and I almost gagged on my food. I swallowed what was in my mouth and after I wiped my mouth, I hid my face in Timothy's leather jacket.

"We have children here Michael." Timothy scolded as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Poor Jordan and Luke are probably scarred for life." He said and I smacked his shoulder.

"God, you're such a pain Timothy." I said and he laughed while agreeing with me. "Why are we friends?"

"Oi, just remember, you're the one who asked me to come to this dinner with you. You could have asked James, Christian, or Taylor." He said and I groaned.

"Stop being such a smart Alec."

"You mean a smart Timothy." Ashton said and we all laughed at how terrible his joke was. Ashton even chuckled at his own joke.

"Wow Ash, dad jokes already." Vivian said. "Stop it, they're so stupid and not funny at all." She said and he nodded.

"Sorry baby," he said and I gagged. "Eat you guys," he said to me and Timothy and we nodded.

"Is that pizza good enough to be called pizza or do you want a meatball?" I asked, placing one literally right by his mouth with hiw own fork.

"The bottom of this pizza is soggy and the sauce tastes like they bought it from a can at the super market." He told me and ate the meatball on the fork. "You're a lifesaver." He said.

"This is an adult sized meal Timmy, I can't finish this by myself." I told him with a chuckle. "Besides Mr. Pizza Enthusiast, I knew you'd end up wanting some of my food."

"I should have listened to you." He said as he picked a pepperoni off of his pizza. "This does not deserve to be called pizza." He said and I laughed.

"Well you're welcomed to eat some of my food, after all, I still have that Blink-182 shirt of yours. It's only fair." I told him and he nodded. "Minus well just feed you." I said and he laughed.

"You'd be too embarassed to feed me in public." He challenged and I rose an eyebrow at him. "You wouldn't dare."

"You're making a bet with me after I whooped you at jump rope, Mario Kart, and Chrisy at Mario Kart? Especially after I punched a kid in the face?" I asked and he nodded. "You're an idiot."

"You've already said that." He told me and I rolled my eyes. "I know I am an idiot." He said as I rolled some of my spaghetti on his fork.

"Here comes the train, chu chu," I said and attempted to place the fork in his mouth. I laughed and so did he as I missed terribly and hit his chin.

"My chin does not like pasta JJ, sorry to inform you" He said and I handed him the fork. I rolled my eyes and pushed him lightly, telling him to shut up.

"What are you guys doing?" An annoyed voice said to us. I looked at Vivian and she was giving us that disgusted look.

"He bet that I would be to embarrassed to feed him in public, but I'm not." I said and she just rolled her eyes with a quiet scoff.

"To which you failed, stabbed my chin, and got sauce all over it." He said and wiped it. "Is there still any?" He asked and I nodded. "Where?"

I reached forward and wiped a spot under his lip with my thumb. He watched as I did and then when I finished, his cheeks tinted with red. "You could have told me."

"It's cool." I said and a throat cleared. I jumped and looked around, seeing everyone staring at us. "Did I do something wrong? Is there sauce on me?"

"Why don't you ever do that for me Chelsea?" Michael asked, lightening the rather tense mood. "I always get messy and you never wipe it away."

"Because you like to lick your lips and around your mouth, you can do it yourself." She said and I chuckled. "Besides, you're nineteen, you can clean yourself."

"You're mean." Michael pouted and I just laughed and looked down. I pulled my phone out and saw that the unknown number as texted me again. Well, five more times.

"Timothy," I said terrified and nudged him. He hummed and looked over. "I'm scared." I said quietly and he grabbed my phone.

"You have to tell the boys-"

"No!" I said and our table went quiet again. "Oh um, we were just talking about the project. He wanted me to wear a dress again and fix my hair like a freaking disney princess. It's not happening." I said and they nodded, going back to their own conversation.

"We can't. I'm alreay problematic, I don't want to add on to it." I told him and took my phone. I told the person to leave me alone and then I put my phone away. "It's probably some sick joke from some kid anyways."

"But what if it's not?" He asked me. "I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable going places because some mysterious person keeps saying they're coming for you." He told me.

"I'm fine Timmy," I said and looked at my half-eaten plate of spaghetti. "I'm full, this plate is too big for me." I said and pushed it away.

"Same. I'm finished." Timothy said and pushed the plate away. "Don't tell the cooks I said this, but their pizza is trash." Timithy said and Michael laughed.

"Looks like it." He said and poked it. I chuckled and leaned my head on Timothy's shoulder as I yawned. I closed my eyes and I felt Timothy's hand run through my hair.

"I would have thought you'd eat more, seeing as you look like the type to finish five adult sized meals." Vivian spoke and I replied, my eyes still shut.

"I would have thought you'd wear something that actually fits you, seeing as that dress is big enough for me." I shot my back and she gasped. "Doesn't feel so good to be insulted, does it?"

"Jordan, apologize." Ashton told me and I sighed. "That was extremely rude of you. Vivian looks beautiful."

"Beautiful isn't a word I'd use," I heard Timothy mumble and I laughed. "More like skimpy and skanky."

"I am so sorry Vivian, I apologize for being a rude little brat even though you insulted everyone at this table at least twice this evening." I said and then yawned again. "I'm tired." I mumbled.

"We can go to the car and wait for the guys, I think. Unless they're too afraid to let us in the car by ourselves." Timothy said and I chuckled.

"They freaked out about me wearing your clothes, allowing us to be in a car by ourselves is a big no. They'd think we're going at it like horny teenagers." I mumbled only loud enough for him to hear.

"I'm full too." Chelsea said and of course, Vivian had to make a comment about that aswell. "I think I'm ready to head home aswell." She said.

"I'll get the check then." Michael said and Timothy wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I dozed off.

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"Jordan," someone said and I groaned. "Come on, we have to get you dressed so you can sleep. Surely sleeping in a dress and in make-up is hard."

"Change me then," I said and he sighed. "I'm tired."

"I can't change you, that's... that's wrong." Someone said and I groaned again. "Come on, just get up for a minute so we can get this all off of you."

"Fine," I mumbled and pried my eyes open. I looked around and saw that I was in my room. "To my closet." I said and whoever was carrying me took me there.

I got out of his arms and grabbed a pair of shorts and one of my best friend's hoodies. I closed the closet door and changed out of my outfit and into the pajamas. I reopened it and saw Timothy was the one who carried me.

"Come here, Chelsea gave me make-up wipes." He said and I nodded. I walked forward and he began rubbing at my face with the wipes, taking off all of this stupid make-up.

"Finished." He said and I looked up at him. "You look much better without this stuff." He told me and I blushed.

"Thanks," I said and he just gave me a smile. Something may have not been screwed in tightly enough in my head because the next thing I knew, I was leaning in to kiss him.

When my lips were against his, he kissed me back. My cheeks burned again and literally butterflies erupted in my stomach. Was this what those books and movies explained? The tingly feeling in your stomach?

We pulled away a few seconds later and I looked up at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking. It's just-"

"Don't be sorry." He said and I nodded. "It's fine, I um, enjoyed it." He said. "Unless you didn't, then I hated it." He said quickly and I laughed.

"I enjoyed it too." I said and he blushed. "Um, do you-do you want to get in something a little more comfortable? I'm sure Michael can lend you a pair of sweats or something." I said.

"I'll go ask," he said and I nodded. "But first, I need to get you to bed." He said and lifted me up. "You said you were exhausted."

"Where are you going to sleep?" I asked him and he told me he was going to sleep on the couch. "No, don't sleep on the couch, those hurt your back." I told him.

"Where am I supposed to sleep then? The bathrooms floor?" He asked sarcastically and I shook my head.

"You can share my bed, it's fits like five people." I said and showed him. "Come on, I can't allow you to sleep on the couch. It's cold and dark in there."

"The guys will get mad at me if they find us in bed together," He said and laughed softly. "And I think you've gotten in enough trouble since meeting me and our little group of friends."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch or the floor Timothy. You didn't let me when I was at your house, so I will not allow you." I told him and he sighed. "It's just for the night, unless you decide to stay the night again."

"Fine, I'll sleep in the bed with you." He sighed and I smiled. "Now, time to convince Michael or Calum to let me borrow some sweats and a tank-top or something." He said and I nodded.