I sat on my bed, sighing quietly to myself. I grabbed my song journal from off my bedside table and opened to a new page. Man, I need a new one of these. I took a pen from off the purple carpet of my room.

Okay, before I drown you into my mess of a life, let me tell you, uh, I don't know, maybe… who I am. Okay, let's start there. I'm Stephanie Clark, lead singer of Crystal Clear. I'm 15 and from Wycoff, New Jersey. I'm 5'4 and I have wavy, light brown hair with natural highlights, and a golden tan. I'm a cheerleader for my school, yes, I still go to a public school, and I'm captain! I'm also a surfer. I spend most of my summers in Australia with my friends. My best friends are Phoebe, Cameron, Jennifer, Michelle, and oh, those Jonas boys. I'm more of a friend with Nick Jonas than his brothers. I'm also friends with Shayla and Angela who are Kevin's and Joe's best friends. Phoebe, Cameron, Jennifer, and Michelle are all in a band with me called, Crystal Clear. They are the guitarist, keyboardist, drummer, and bassist. We've known each other since pre-k, when we all met in Australia. We first saw each other at the beach. Cameron and I were walking together, we've been friends since the diaper days, with our moms and me, being my klutzy self, bumped into Phoebe. She cried and eventually, I don't know how, but we ended up going into the water together.

There, we met Jennifer and Michelle. The weird thing was… we all lived in the same neighborhood! So here we are today.

Anyways, enough about those guys. Let me tell you about the boys. Now, I met Nick in fifth grade. The girls and I were going to the amusement park. Now, I'm a scaredy-cat when it comes to rides. I hate roller coasters and the Drop-Zone type things. So, luckily (use of sarcasm!) they chose to go on Drop-Zone. I backed out and told them I was going to get some cotton-candy ice cream.

"Ew! Steph, who eats cotton-candy ice cream? It's terrible!" I remember Jennifer telling me. I shrugged my shoulders and they got on the ride. Once they strapped in, I walked over to the ice cream cart.

"One cotton-candy please." The man nodded and handed me the ice cream.

'Wow," I heard a voice say. I turned my head.

"I can't remember the last time I've seen someone besides me eat one of those!" Nick exclaimed. I smiled at him and we started talking. And now we're here.

Now, there's one problem. I'm in love with him. And I'm going on tour with him. And now he has a girlfriend. Who's also going on tour with us. Wow… how awkward will that be?

Okay, back to the story.

Hmmm… I tapped my favorite pen on my chin. How do I write down how I feel? I'm usually a pro at this, hence the record deal and tour, but, this seems… harder. Ah, I know. Okay, you probably don't know what happened so, let me fill you in.

You all know by now that I'm in love with my best friend, Nick Jonas, right?

Flashback:Yesterday

"Hey Steph!" he called out to me. I looked up and he waved me over to him.

"Yeah?" I asked as I jogged up to him on his front lawn. He grinned unusually large. It was a little creepy.

"You remember Kimberley?" Oh, did I remember Kimberley. She was the one who wanted to take me away from you. Boy, did I want to strangle her.

"Yeah…"

"Well, she and I are going out now!" My eyes grew wide and my mouth wanted to drop. But, I did whatever I could to keep it shut. I forced a smile and said, "That's great," through my gritted teeth.

"Oh, and one more thing!"

"What?" I asked, hoping it was something good.

"She's coming on tour with us!" I spun around and ran home when I heard those words.

End of flashback

There, so now you know.

I started to hum a melody and got into it. Finally, words came out of it.

He looks at me

I fake a smile so he won't see

That I want

And I'm needing

Everything that we could be

I was about to write more when there was a knock on my door. I lift my head up from the door. "Come in!" I yell to whoever's out there. "Hey girlie!" Joe walked in, trying to imitate a girl. I giggled and threw a pillow at him. "Hey, that wasn't very nice!" he said joked, pointing a finger at me. I pushed the finger away from me.

"So… what's up?" I asked him. "Nothin. Ooooo! What's this?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Nothin," I told him, trying to grab the book from his grasp. He held it high above his head. "Joe, give it back." "Nuh-uh," he teased, sticking his tongue out. "Nice," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Please, Joe?" I asked again, reaching for the book one last time. "Only if you say 'Joe Jonas is the hottest boy in the world and is better than all of the other Jonas Brothers!'" "Ugh, fine. Joe Jonas is the hottest boy in the world and is better than all of the other Jonas Brothers!" "Yay!" he screamed, dancing around.

The door opened and Phoebe walked in. "Hey, Steph and- Joe?" Joe was turning around mid-dance and saw Phoebe. He turned as red as a cherry Popsicle. Phoebe giggled raised an eyebrow. I knew for a fact that Joe liked the blonde girl standing in the doorway. I laughed along with her. Joe picked up one of my pillows and threw it at me. It hit me in the head. I dropped my mouth open and chucked the pillow back at his head with force. It hit him, hard. So hard, he fell over. Soon, Phoebe and I were rolling on the ground in hysterics. Joe pouted and crossed his arms like a three year old. "Anyway, I just came here to tell you that the buses are going to be here in five minutes," Phoebe told me. I nodded and she left the room.

"Awww, is wittle Joey embarrassed?" I laughed. "I hate you," he pouted. "I love you too," I joked.