Not The Same. [Jean x Reader]

Chapter Twenty-Three

No problem. See you at 10.

You:

See ya.

You took a shower, not washing your hair. (It wasn't good if you washed it every single day.) You changed into a (f/c) tank top, shorts, and converse. After getting ready for the day, you left the bathroom and checked the time on your phone.

9:30 AM.

You poured yourself some cereal and a cup of (favorite breakfast drink). Once you were finished, you put your plate and spoon in the dishwasher. You checked the time again.

9:56 AM.

You hugged your Mom and went outside to see Jean's car pull up. You got into the passenger seat and put on the seat belt. "Hey, Iron-Man."

"Hey, Spider-Man." Jean replied.

You looked out the window, seeing all of the trees and flowers. You let out a sigh, noticing how beautiful it is.

"Beautiful, huh?" Jean said, turning the steering wheel.

"Yeah. Very." You nodded.

"But, not as beautiful as someone who I'm very close to." He said.

You looked at your lap, your cheeks turning pink. "Um. . Thanks. .? If that was for me. ." Your hand grabbed the band wristband that was on your other arm.

"It was." He confirmed.

You continued staring at your lap.

This is awkward. .

"Hey guys!" Connie yelled. You screamed, which made the male chuckle.

"What the heck, Connie?!" Jean yelled. "How did you freaking get in there?!"

"Well. . I was walking by your house--since we live in the same neighborhood--and I saw you were walking towards your car. So, I sneaked to the back and jumped in here!" Connie explained.

"Impressive." You said.

"Thank you." Connie took a bow.

"Do you guys have any snacks?" Sasha asked, her head popping up.

"Gah! How long have you been in there?" You exclaimed.

"Um. . Twenty minutes, maybe. Or thirty. But, I got hungry." Sasha shrugged.

"Hmm. ." You looked around and then remembered something. You reached into the pocket of your shorts and pulled out a very small pop-tart. You had brought a dozen and stored the regular-sized ones in your bag. Only one was very small. You handed it to Sasha, who opened it up and ate it in one bite.

You handed her a regular-sized one and jumped when Jean suddenly turned on the radio. You fangirled on the inside when you recognized the intro music of She's Kinda Hot.

"You're fangirling, aren't you?" Jean asked.

You glanced at him. "What? No."

"You are--"

"She's always screaming when she's calling a friend! She's kinda hot though!" You yelled at the top of your lungs.

Jean sighed and facepalmed. "I knew it. ."

You yelled the next lyric at the top of your legs.

"Jean, can you turn off the ra--"

"Never!" You hissed, glaring at Connie. "Jean, if you lay a finger on the radio, you're dead." After that, you resumed to yelling the lyrics.

"Sorry, Connie. ." Jean said, his voice laced with fear. Connie disappeared in the back of the car, full of fear.

You, however, acted as if nothing happened. You were disappointed when the song ended.

Jean noticed and said, "It's okay, (f/n). All songs have to end eventu--"

The introduction music began again.

Jean blinked. "What the. .? (f/n), what did you do?"

You smirked as you held up the album. "I put it in the CD player."

Jean groaned.

"And guess what? You got tickets for their concert so we get to hear that song live, hopefully!" You cheered.

Jean put his forehead against the steering wheel. "Kill me now. ."

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What do you guys think? Sorry if you don't like One Direction, 5SOS or The Vamps. Pretend you do, for the sake of the story.