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While we were talking, Leah’s face changed. Something was up. Leah hated sitting on the outside of this ride, so when she insisted that she was sitting on the outside, I knew something was up. Sure enough, I turned around inferring the reason for her persistence and looked right into the face of Joe Jonas. About two years before, I had developed an intense infatuation with Joe Jonas. His music filled my iPod and loved seeing him on T.V.
He smiled his signature grin and I melted on the spot. I turned around to give the silent look to Leah, knowing that she already knew what I had just figured out and all the facial expressions over the last half hour were now making sense, how could I have missed them?
I turned back to smile at him and he spoke, “You mind if I sit next to you?” he asked.
“Not at all,” I replied trying not to sound like a complete dope.
It was a good thing that I’d ridden the ride a million times, because I could not tell you what went on if I tried. I was, however, extremely aware of the fact that Joe’s leg was rubbing against mine the entire time. The funny thing was that he did not seem to be paying much attention to the ride either. Every time I looked over, I looked right into his rich brown eyes and he’d smile a shy smile. Not the crooked grin that he gave in all of his interviews, but a shy smile that I had never seen on him before.
Leah had to nudge me when the ride was over as I was still starring at Joe. As we made our way to the exit, I noticed several girls in line whispering to each other and pointing at him. I glanced over to him and noticed that the beanie he had been wearing to cover his hair was gone.
“Uh oh,” I said looking at him.
“What?” he asked looking at me curiously.
“Your beanie’s gone and people are starting to notice,” I looked sympathetic.
“Crap,” he said using his hands to cover his head and doing a poor job of it. His friend, who I totally recognized as Garbo, began glancing around to see how much attention they were drawing and began looking nervous.
“Here,” I said pulling off my hat and handing it to him, “Put it on,” I ordered.
He looked at me like I had lost my mind. “It’s pink,” he said stating the obvious.
“I guarantee your hair is going to draw more looks than my pink hat,” I said and he gave me a look that meant he knew I was right as he pulled it over his head. No one outside the ride had seen his hair and the ones inside would take too long to get through the ride to find him. The only problem I could foresee were those girls getting out of line to follow him. I grabbed his hand and pulled, silently asking him to follow me.
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This is the first five paragraphs of the THIRD installment of the Hello series! This is a long timmeeeeee in the making. :)
The sunbeams were hitting her bedroom through her bay windows. Damn that sunlight was the only thought in her head. She cuddled deeper into her body pillow, ignoring the fact that she wished that a real body were next to her. Even though her phone was on slient, she could see the blinking light out of the corner of her eye. She could only imagine who was trying to contact her and what they were saying. Probably a bunch of good luck’s and congratulations but she had heard that all week. Hearing those words only made me more nervous for the next 12 hours of her day. That and the pounding on her bedroom door.
“Sweetheart it’s 4:30. Your one woman glam squad is ready for you.” The voice said from behind the door with a slight Brooklyn accent. “I’ll give you around five minutes then I need you in the living room, okay?”
I hope she isn’t waiting for me to respond because I’m not. She counted to thirty and then wiggled out of bed. Landing on her feet, the sound of her stomach growling caught her off guard. Obviously her brain and stomach weren’t in sync because just the though of food mixed in her nerves made her want to crawl back into bed. Dressed in a black tank top and sweatpants, she looked at her reflection in the mirror that was hanging off of her bedroom door.
“I’m as ready as I am ever going to be.” She opened the door to see her puppy Sadie looking up at her with big brown eyes. Smiling for the first time today, she picked her up and walked to the living room where she could feel the chaos.
In the main hallway, she couldn’t help but walk a little slower to admire the hardware. The right side was stocked with her dad’s awards over the last 30 years he’s been in the entertainment business, mostly Grammy awards. All of this reminded her about how in the beginning singing was the last thing she wanted to do. Her dad was one of the best entertainers ever, how could she compete with that? That brought her to the left side of the hall where all her accomplishments were. Her awards for her acting held a deeper place in her heart because that was her original dream. But she couldn’t ignore her musical talents, which led her to today and that chaos that was in her living room.
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“Look, I’m worried about her too, John, you know I am. But I think allowing her to just stay locked up in her room wont solve anything. It’s just encouraging her to hide from her problems.”
“So what do you suggest then? That I tell her to get over it and shove her back into the real world? She has to go back to school next week. Give her some time to prepare herself for that.”
“How can she prepare herself sitting in her room alone?”
“Look… I don’t know. But it’s what she wants to do. Let her be…” John voice trailed off in a hushed whisper as I listened from behind my bedroom door. Out of old habit I bit my lip, guilt rippling through my stomach as I overheard the calm argument. They both cared for me so much and I showed them nothing in return apart from shutting them out and wallowing alone in self pity. And yet somehow, they still worried over me. No matter how hard I tried pull away from it.
I continued to listen; slightly aware that I’d only heard John’s footsteps trail away down the soft wooden staircase. I internally wondered to myself if Lisa was still outside my door, staring at it in the thoughtful way I’d grown used to seeing. How could I settle her and John’s concern?
My hand was about to open my door when my phone rang. I’d become a pro at ignoring it by now. I didn’t even acknowledge the light vibration coming from inside my pocket.
“Lisa?” I asked, clearing my throat as I opened the door, hoping she’d still be standing there. As I predicted her small pale form was preoccupied before the wooden frame, concern and deep thought coating her facial features. When she noticed me standing in the doorway, she immediately stood up straighter, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Khloe! Oh, are you okay? Do you need me to get you anything?” Her voiced rushed as she moved forward and comfortingly touched my arm. I bit my lip again, choosing my words carefully.
“I’m fine, really. I was actually wondering if… you wanted to go out? I need um… a new pair of shoes.” Was it obvious that I was making it all up as I went along? Improvisation wasn’t entirely my thing.
“Oh! Really? Well, that sounds perfect!” Lisa’s face lit up with a bright smile, like I’d just made her day or something. It warmed my wounded heart a little bit to know that I was still capable of making others happy.
New chapter will be posted tomorrow. I’m going to start this new thing with updating every Sunday so you all when know when I new chapter is coming. Sneak peeks will also be always on Saturdays so look out for that.
I didn’t like this new, angry John. I missed my older brother; the one who would wrestle me for the last piece of pizza, win, and then give it to me anyway. What happened to him?
All I knew was that if this was how he was going to act for the rest of my vacation, we’d end up remembering only bad memories. On the day I went off for college, my mom told me that when people part they end up seeing each other again with the same kinds of feelings with the same relationship. If John and I ended this vacation on a sour note, would we remain mad at each other until our next meeting? Could I handle that?
John was one of my best friends, yet he just didn’t seem to understand my feelings. It was like his older brother complex was completely overruling everything he knew about Joe and me. There was a small part of me that was terrified he’d never change. What if he stayed this bitter forever?
My thoughts continued to spiral as I cleansed myself in the shower and got ready to head over to Joe’s. It was getting late and luck could be on my side if John had decided to go to bed. Had he come up the stairs yet?
I silently made my way to the ground floor, trying my hardest not to step on the creaky stairs. The lights were all dimmed but the television was on, lighting up the recently darkened room. I quietly walked forward, holding my breath as I peaked over the couch to see John sprawled across, one arm draped over his face as he quietly slept. I stood very still, unsure of just how long he’d been asleep. If he was still in a light sleep… well, it wouldn’t be pretty if he woke up.
After a few minutes of stalling, I got up enough nerve to begin my trek towards the door again. I got a few feet away from the couch before John suddenly grunted, causing me to panic and spin around.
“Mhhnam…” John mumbled before rolling over, his hand falling off his face and draping along the floor. My breathing was heavy and I tried to regulate it as I checked my brother’s state of sleep. Could he be faking? Was it safer just to go back upstairs?
The young sister inside me almost caved. I almost walked back the way I came, up the stairs and into my bedroom. I almost did. And then the suppressed girlfriend inside me took over. A new, firm look coated my face as I glared one final time at John’s sleeping body and took the last few steps towards the front door. I wasn’t even worried as I pulled back the lock and slid it open. I was determined.
John never came after me as I voyaged towards Joe’s. He never called my name or my phone, never jumped out from behind a bush, and never suddenly drove by. I was home free. I was my own girl.
You know that weird feeling that someone’s watching you? Like you can sense their eyes on your face even though you don’t really see them? I glanced up from my menu, hoping to settle my nerves only to realize that John was boring holes into my face with his serious stare.
Um… What the hell?
“Why are you staring?” I asked him from across the table, slightly confused by the hardness in his gaze. The others paid us no attention as Greg and Erica started blowing straw wrappers at one another which left John and I to our private whispers undisturbed.
“I’m not staring,” he replied, his brow still furrowed as he glared at me.
“Right… that’s not sketchy at all,” I replied, rolling my eyes as I grew annoyed with his weird immaturity. Why was he being so weird?
John sighed loudly, glancing over his shoulder briefly before standing up and pulling me to my feet as well. I was pulled, staggering, away from our friends to a quieter part of the restaurant, trying to right myself as John led us along.
“What the hell is your problem?” I asked as I yanked my arm out of his, frustration blowing through me at my brother’s random mood swings. It was all so uncalled for.
“I’m just…” John began, biting his lip angrily, as he looked everywhere but at me. What was all this odd behavior for? I’d never seen him act so randomly terrifying.
“Just what? John, I’m hungry and I want to order.”
“I’m worried, Khlo. How… serious are you and Joe? I thought… I don’t know,” he sighed in aggravation, running his hands through his short hair.
“What?” Who did he think he was? John had never mentioned aloud any nerves concerning Joe and I. Sure, his actions had never been of complete approval but he’d always remained tactfully silent. What was going on?
“It’s just… is this all going to be an on/off thing? I thought you guys would… I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d stay together. It’s just weird for me,” John stuttered, still making absolutely no sense.
“John… we never planned on splitting. What’s gotten into you? You never made this big of a deal last time!” I couldn’t comprehend where he was coming from. During my last vacation he begrudgingly ignored us, though he was definitely aware of what was going on.
“It’s just… don’t get me wrong, okay? You’re my sister and he’s my best friend… but he is Joe Jonas after all. I’m just surprised that… even after the break… you’re still… um…” John’s voice trailed off at my hard glare as I dared him to finish his sentence.
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We were silent for a moment, contently watching the strangers around us while trying to block out the unavoidable future that we would both have to eventually meet. I entertained myself by thinking about my vacation with John, trying to force myself to remember every wonderful moment that had occurred.
The first two weeks weren’t really my cup of tea, but the second half was amazing. Joe and I shared something that I’d never experienced before. We knew each other. What we liked, didn’t like… how to be annoying and how to attack. It was so deep and… I don’t know. I was so upset that we weren’t able to steal any more time.
I nearly had to pay John to let Joe take me to the airport. He grudgingly agreed to “whatever Joe and I were up to” with very little questioning. He didn’t really seem to want to know all the dirty details. My brother only cared about our fighting and seeing as we didn’t really do much of that (well, there’s always a spat or two) anymore, he seemed happier remaining oblivious.
Good old John.
“Gate C2, 201 to Pittsburgh, now boarding.”
I jumped a bit as a very southern woman’s accent filled the terminal. My flight wasn’t supposed to take off for another two hours but I couldn’t squish the nervous feeling in my stomach. I didn’t like sitting and waiting.
“Come here,” Joe whispered, taking a firmer grip of my hand and sliding me across the smooth bench and onto his lap. My eyes widen in shock at the sudden movement. He obviously didn’t care if paparazzi saw us but he settled me lightly and easily with minimal hassle. My bags were tucked underneath the bench, out of sight and out of mind. All I noticed was Joe’s hands around my waist and his breath on my neck.
“I’m going to miss you,” I said for the first time, finally vocalizing what we both already knew. He sighed, pulling me closer so that my head fit into the hollow of his neck. I must’ve look like a little girl sat on Santa’s lap.
“Hey now, none of that. We’ve still got time,” Joe chuckled, though there was no actual laughter behind it.
“I know… I just wanted to say it.” I mumbled, keeping my eyes closed as I slowly breathed in his sensual scent. He knew I loved his cologne. He’d given me one of his sweatshirts, which he’d basically doused in the scent. I had it tucked away in my carry on bag…
“I’m going to miss you, too,” Joe whispered, his chin resting on the top of my head, causing my hair to tickle as he spoke. My arms wound around his neck, holding him to me as I closed my eyes and continued to picture our vacation. Spontaneous dates, late night phone calls, unavoidable fights, and every word spoken between the two of us. I was going to miss it all so much…
But would he? Would he really? As much as I would?
Here is a sneak peek of the new chapter of Hello, We Miss Each Other. First off, I want to say I’m sorry for not updating as quickly as I would have hoped but I hope you all love the final product!
After doing his remix version of Tonight, he exited the stage taking a breather before the encore. He immediately went for Scarlett’s opened arms while noticing she had reapplied her makeup. “Hello gorgeous.”
“Hello to you too.” She kissed his lips and let go quickly. “Here is your water.”
Nick pulled away slowly obviously upset about the shortness of her kiss and took a huge gulp of his water. “You liking the show?”
Scarlett bobbed her head, playing with his dogtag that had his promise ring attached. “As always you are amazing.” The Dallas crowd chanted Nick’s name louder as the Administration hit the stage. “You better get going babe.”
Sliding his hand across her cheek, the agonizing flicker in her eyes that she was trying to hide was obvious. It hurt him at the pit of his stomach but this wasn’t the time or place to deal with him with his dad yelling at him to get back on stage.
“Love you.” He kissed her cheek then running back on stage to finish the night with Who I Am.
Lauren rubbed her cousin’s back when she put her head on her shoulder, “Scarlett, I am not sitting next to you on the plane if you are going to do this all night.”
Scarlett laughed for the first time that night. “I’ll be fine.” She wiped her now present tears. “I just want everything to be okay and I’m scared that they won’t be okay.”
“Sometimes you have to quit thinking so much. If it feels right, it probably is. So just go with it.” Lauren replied.
“You would quote Sex and the City right now.” She smiled, usually that would make her feel a little better than today was not one of those days.
“Everything is going to be fine Scar. I will be here to keep an eye on him.” Maya said walking up next to the two of them.
“Thanks Maya.” Scarlett looked out on stage to see him totally owning the crowd as he sang the second verse of the song. This was where he belonged. She could never be selfish. If she wanted to have any sort of future with Nick this was going to at some point come naturally.
Her thoughts were cut off watching Nick take his final bow. He looked so handsome in just a grey sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Reaching into her purse and for her phone to take one final picture of him walking away from the crowd.
ScarlettEvans: http://twitpic.com/15elwj - Words can’t describe how proud I am. The last two days have been amazing. I leave for NYC inspired to write more great music for my fans! :)
