Okay, this is my first time writing something about the surprisingly amazing show JONAS, but I think everyone will like it.
And, I have uploaded this before, but it was obviously at the wrong time because no reviews came. Thanks to the single reviewer who took the time! I'm going to try this again. I know, it is a dreaded OC, but I believe if you give the story a chance you will find yourself surprised. Moreover, there is Kevin/ Macy and Joe/Stella goodness! How could anyone refuse?
Please review after you have read, because a writer does need to know what people think of their writing and the story.
Disclaimer: I only own the OCs, and the pathetic song written at the end. Nothing else...
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"Okay class, today we are going to try some improv to see how much all of us have learned this first semester. I'm going to call everyone by alphabetical order, and you are going to stand in front of the class and try to give me a short biography of yourself. And, yes. It has to be in French," Madame Love said in her stupid-always-cheerful-voice. But, don't let the voice or last name fool you. It's a mask for her true, demonic self.
And, may I add that this assignment is the most retarded assignment ever given in the history of all assignment giving?
"Now, let me get the roster," Madame Love muttered. See? She can't even remember her students' names. Like the woman actually cares if I told her about my life-
"Jane Abbot, you're up first."
Crap.
And, yeah…I'm Jane Abbot. Sixteen years old and terrible at French.
I got up slowly and took my time getting to the front of the classroom, which didn't even waste two seconds since I sit in the middle row, front seat. I stood awkwardly, facing my classmates as my teacher waited for my beautiful French to flow freely from my mouth.
Too bad I'm failing the class…and it's not because I don't do my homework; I suck at foreign languages.
"Jane?" Madame Love questioned as I kept silent. "You can begin…now…" Some chuckles from the class met my ear, and I sighed. Well, I might as well get it over with; even if I embarrass myself in front of my peers.
"Bonjour, je m'appelle Jane Abbot…" I mumbled slowly, but at least I knew I said my greetings correctly. Everything else? I don't know, but I guess the guffaws echoing around the room gave me a hint. After I introduced myself, I could only say whatever came to my head, hoping I sounded super super smart and French-like. Oh well, at least I got to see the comical, horrified look on Madame Love's face once I finished my glorious, foreign monologue.
"J-Jane," my teacher stuttered. You know, when the woman looks like she is going into cardiac arrest because of my terrible language skills, it is kind of funny. She looks kind of like a mime drowning in a tank of water…anyways, back to listening to what is actually happening in the real world. "Do you have any idea what you just said?"
"Nope," I shrugged. At least I'm honest. "Oh wait! I know I said 'Good day, my name is Jane Abbot.'" I smiled when I heard my best friend, Adam Johnson, stifle his usual, booming laughter. Unfortunately, my smile left immediately when I saw the scary look Madame Love was giving me. Her eyes were narrowed, and she was tapping her long fingernails against her metal desk. I then had a frightening mental image of my own teacher impaling me with her fingernails while screaming at me in perfect French.
"Scary," I whispered.
"What's scary is how you went from introducing yourself to saying your mother has five eyes and eats buttered toast in the same sentence!" Ugh…did I really say that? At least it was in actual French.
"Hey, maybe her mom does have five eyes!" A male voice piped up from my left. Ah, I can always count on Van Dyke to back me up. After all, 'cousins stick together like tape and other sticky stuff' (his words). I nodded my head in mock seriousness, feeling the embarrassment go away as my entire class agreed with the awesome football player.
"And, who doesn't love buttered toast?" I added.
"Mr. Tosh," Madame Love stated coldly. Man, that woman knows how shut up twenty students with a two words. I started to fidget with my hands when an eerie silence descended upon the room. The teacher turned towards me, and said one letter, just one letter that destroyed the rest of my seemingly pleasant day.
"F."
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"Come on," Adam nudged me in the arm in his usual, carefree way. Sometimes I wonder if the guy had a head injury which resulted in the loss of all negative emotions. I should ask him sometime; maybe I could do the same thing and live out the rest of my life obliviously happy…eh, never mind. I like my normal life with the small dose of drama thrown in the mix.
I struggled to put all of my books in my extremely messy locker. But, hey, a girl has to have the bare essentials at school; my extremely old Pocket Gameboy, iPod, my Frisbee for random, awesome games of Ultimate Frisbee, three XXXL sweatshirts for cozy comfort in icy classrooms, junk food for emergency cravings/stressful situations, and the Decepticon symbol in the back to show my nerdish pride. I never said the bare essentials were girly, so if you're shocked, I'd suggest you deal with it. I'm not the only female who likes Transformers and video games.
Anyways, school just ended, and the sickeningly cheerful male nudging my arm was trying to cheer me up from my epic fail, "You're not the only one who did badly; I sucked too." That he did. Before I spent the rest of class with my head in my hands, ignoring the world, I witnessed my friend's presentation. He mispronounced his own name, trying to add a French accent to make everything sound authentic. To me (and probably a lot of other people), Adam sounded like he had some phlegm in the back of his throat and he was threatening to spit it out.
I finally got my locker closed after much cramming and shoving. I rolled my eyes at Adam's consolation. "Just because I'm not the only one who failed, doesn't mean I'm happy with failing." I swear I do all of my homework, and I even study, but all of the rules of a foreign language just never stick in my brain! I waited for my friend to come up with another seemingly positive comment.
I looked and almost laughed at the sight of him racking his brain over something to say. Adam Johnson may be one of the sexiest men alive, but his way with words never stays on par with his tall, built physique, chestnut hair, and striking blue eyes. Luckily most of the girls at this school don't think the English language is the most important factor when it comes to choosing guys. So yeah, he's pretty popular. Almost as popular as the Lucas brothers, but since Adam's not a famous musician, the three brothers win in the ladies' department. No hard feelings on either side, though. Adam could never get angry with anyone and the Lucas brothers' are actually pretty cool people.
From what I hear, that is; I barely know them besides the fact they are JONAS. All I know is that Nick is the youngest and smartest, Joe is in the middle and the most wanted, girl-wise, and Kevin is the oldest and goofiest. Every time I pass him in the hallway I hear him talking about magical monkeys or bunnies in the shape of clouds.
Adam snapped his fingers with a grin and an enlightened look, "I've got it! Five words." He raised his palm with all of his slender fingers raised and a victorious smirk etched across his face. "Blue Bell Chocolate Chip Mint."
He knows me too well.
"Pint?" I asked with rapt attention.
Adam scoffed, "Like you would settle for less." True, one could only experience the true awesomeness of the chocolatey-minty-goodness of the ice cream with an entire pint.
"Jane?"
"Hm?"
"You've got that dreamy stare again."
I snapped out of my delicious treat reverie and grinned, "Sorry, let's get going before I start to drool."
"That's not very lady-like," a new voice interrupted. My lips curled up at the corners even more as I recognized the voice immediately. I turned around to see my other best friend, Allison Harris. She's also sixteen and almost rivals Adam in the Looks Department; short blonde hair with a gentle curl, porcelain skin, and grey eyes. Unfortunately she's also the shortest person alive. Four foot eight and can barely meet my shoulder. Don't worry, Allison compensates her petite stature with a temper hotter than the fires of- well, you've heard of the place. Even my cousin, Van Dyke, thinks she's scary beyond reason…along with the rest of the football team.
"You guys are going out for ice cream?" Allison questioned us with her grey eyes flashing in annoyance. Adam flinched. "Think you could scamper off without telling me, huh?"
"Awww," I said as I patted her head, "Did you miss us?" While Adam and I have some classes together, Allison doesn't have any with us. That's what she gets for not taking advanced placement classes like we did. Though, I should have stuck with normal French.
The blond swatted my hand away with a frown. "No," she mumbled.
"Such a liar," I sighed and walked past my two friends, getting my keys out. "Come on, Adam. You promised me delicious treats, and since Allison doesn't miss spending time with us like she did in Junior High, she won't mind staying behind."
Adam gave an apologetic look to the shocked Allison, and jogged up next to me as I exited the main building.
"Geez guys, wait for me!" Allison yelled as her short legs ran to catch up to us. I grinned and Adam threw his arm around Allison's shoulders jovially.
"I knew she missed us," Adam beamed, ignoring the grumpy look on the petite girl.
"Whatever," she mumbled.
I pressed the unlock button on my car keys and heard the normal clicking on my silver 2003 Toyota Corolla. Okay, so not the fanciest car in the world, but it serves its purpose and that is what counts. My reflection caught my eye and I shrugged at my normal appearance. I wasn't as sexy or beautiful as Adam or Allison by any means, but it wasn't like I was ugly either. I wore make up, but just the essentials; mascara and all that eye crap is too hard to put on with my clumsy hands. I have long, uncontrollable, curly red hair, but that's okay; people can't tell if I'm having a good or bad hair day. I straightened my thick-framed glasses before I opened the door, and plopped down in the driver's seat. I slung my book bag in the back seat, and put the keys in the ignition. Once I heard the familiar singing of Bono from U2 fill my ears, I sighed in content.
"You love your music," Adam mused from the passenger's seat, closing his door. I started to lip-synch to "With our Without You," confirming the guy's statement. I waited a few moments to hear the last door open and shut, but it never came. Allison needed to get her rear in gear and get in the car before I left her. What is taking her so long anyway? I turned my head to look out the side view mirror to find my friend staring blankly into the distance.
Scratch that, Allison was staring dreamily in the distance.
Wait…what?
Allison doesn't do dreamy expressions; she frowns, snarls, sneers, smirks, grimaces, and glares. On a really good day, she would just have an uncaring expression. I cocked an eyebrow and nudged Adam in the arm. When he turned toward the same direction I was looking, he laughed incredulously, "Well, look at that."
"You're telling me." I got out of the car and walked over to Allison who still looked like she was on Cloud Nine. "Allison," I said to get her attention.
No response.
I snorted. This was quite the sight; my evil friend looked like she was in love. But…with what…or who? I directed my eyes to where Allison's glazed eyes gazed and ended up gasping in surprise.
I am in all astonishment.
Completely shocked.
Allison was totally making eyes at Nick Lucas. THE Nick Lucas; the talented musician of JONAS. I looked back and forth between the petite girl and the oblivious rock star making his way towards his very nice car (he has a freaking 2009 Camaro; I am so green with jealous rage). Yup, she was looking at him. Maybe she's just brain dead, because Allison never talked about guys or even mentioned a possible crush.
Never mind, not brain dead. I just punched her in the arm and she hit me back. She's totally alert.
So, I did the only thing I could do. I mean, what any other good friend would do…
I laughed my butt off.
Allison Harris has a crush on Nick of JONAS!
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"Stop laughing!" Allison shouted, getting red in the face from yelling at her two companions sitting on the curb and enjoying a pint outside of Walgreens. "Am I not allowed to like a guy?!"
I struggled with eating my ice cream and laughing uncontrollably at the same time. I always love when life throws surprises my way. Once I swallowed some more of the minty goodness that is Chocolate Chip Mint, I turned towards the raging blond with a grin. "You are. Trust me. You are allowed to like a guy. I just never thought I would see the day," I said that last part with a dramatic wiping of the tear and sniffed.
"You're one to talk," Allison grumbled, turning red from embarrassment. Yet another image I never thought I would see.
"Hey," I raised my hands in defense with my spoon still in my mouth, "If there was a guy who was actually worthy enough of my romantic attentions, I'd be on Cloud Nine too. No offense, Adam," I added looking over at the boy who was being surprisingly silent after finding out Allison liked someone.
"No offense taken," Adam laughed. "Also, I wouldn't have as much trouble understanding you if took that spoon out of your mouth."
"Yeah, you sounded like you did when you had that allergic reaction to shellfish," Allison piped in. I grimaced at the horrible memory. Imagine my face the size of a pumpkin. That's all I can say, really.
I took the spoon out of my mouth, and found out that I had already eaten my entire pint. Dang it. I threw the spoon in the carton dejectedly. "So Adam, what should we do with our dear Allison since she has fallen for one of the top catches at our school?" I smiled deviously at the girl in question and waited for Adam's input. Because, to put it simply, the guy is a genius.
I know all of you are probably thinking, "Hey you and Adam sound perfect together!" Uh, no. Just platonic feelings from both sides. The guy is undeniably perfect, but he smiles too much... Stupid reason, yes, but it's the truth. With the exception of me and Allison (I think), all of the other girls think he is Edward Cullen without the sparkles. Moving on…
Adam never answered me. Instead, he quickly stood up from the curb. "Adam?" I asked incredulously. "What's wrong with you? You actually seem upset."
"That's not possible," Allison snorted, but she did appear to show her own version of concern.
Surprisingly, Adam flinched at those words, but quickly smiled afterwards. "No, I'm fine. I just…um…I just realized I need to get home and….do stuff…See you later Jane…Allison." After that completely awkward statement, he turned around and retreated rather quickly. Adam lived close to around the area, so I didn't worry about him getting home alright.
What had me worried the most is how the person who just left did not seem like Adam Johnson I had known for ten years.
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"What do I do?!" Dang! Now Allison is asking for advice? In the past two hours both of my friends have completely changed.
I shrugged as I turned down the street where my lovesick friend lived. "I've never liked anyone, remember?" I answered stiffly. I'm not mad at her, really, but Adam's strange attitude had bothered me to the point of irritation.
"Well, you're no help," she mumbled, looking back out the window.
I sighed as I put the car into park on the Harris' driveway. I sat with my brow furrowed in deep concentration. I couldn't leave without giving the poor girl some sort of advice. Okay, girl likes boy…well, what do I know about that? I have never had a crush on anyone. Maybe if I read a book on the subject- no that's stupid. "On second thought, I was being serious. I have no idea what to do to help you. You're the one with the feelings, what do you think you should do?"
Allison turned back with another new expression. She looked flustered, confused, angry, and embarrassed at the same time…is that even possible? "Argh! I don't know! I barely know the guy, and I don't even know why I like him. It's just every time I see him my heart starts to beat really fast, and I find myself unable to function. Oh gosh, Jane, I saw him as I was walking down the stairs the other day, and he actually said 'Hi' to me. If Adam wasn't there I would have fallen down the stairs!"
I burst into laughter. I have to admit that this new side to Allison was getting to be quite entertaining. After I received yet another punch in the arm from the tempered girl, I shut up with difficulty. "Sorry, sorry."
"I'm having a crisis and you're laughing at me!"
"Oh come on," I said, rolling my eyes. Did I also mention that with her temper came extreme dramatics? No? Well, now you know. "If I was in your shoes, you would be the one laughing at me."
"True…"
"Look, I'm just going to drop you off so you can think over this a little more," I explained. "Once you decide what you want to do, call me."
Allison looked unsure, but she eventually nodded and got out of the car. We waved goodbye and I drove back to my house.
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"Mom, Dad! I'm home," I called out as I entered my two-story house. My Dad, Christopher, works for a local freight company while my Mom, Stacy, teaches Algebra at a junior high. We're a middle class family, and I happen to be the only child which has its perks. I basically have the entire upstairs to myself.
I walked into the kitchen, catching the wonderful scent of my Mom's cooking. Mmm…smells like tacos. I saw the middle-aged woman bent over the stove, stirring some spices into the ground beef while an equally-aged man sat at the kitchen table, reading the comics (such a kid at heart).
"Hey guys," I said, still in my food-dreaming state. If you can't tell yet, I have a passion for anything edible, and I have my Mom to blame for that. We have definitely received some stares at restaurants when we order…and clean the plate(s).
"Jane, don't drool on the floor," my Mom warned and with good reason. I tend to do that. Luckily the food at school sucks enough where I don't have a salivating problem.
'Then stop making good food," I answered, sitting at the table across from my Dad. He smiled his greeting and handed me half of the paper.
"I think Jane actually helps clean the floor," my Dad said, nonchalant. His wife laughed lightly as she finished the meat. Ah yes, it is great when you and your drooling problem can become a source of humor for your parents.
After I stuffed myself with a delicious meal of loaded tacos and had a nice conversation which so involved my telling of Allison's rock star crush, I ascended the stairs humming Paramore's "Careful." I entered my room and plopped down on my bed, sighing in content.
What do I usually do in my room? You'll see.
I reached in my nightstand and pulled out a notebook that had seen better days. Its faded blue cover was almost off its spirals, but at least I could still see the black letters that read, "Jane's Super Secret Notebook of Lyrics Concerning Random Life Events." My trusty JSSNoLCRLE notebook.
I suck with titles.
I skimmed through the many pages of songs that really were about anything and everything, ranging from my Transformers poster to my dislike of AP French (a project currently in progress). Writing lyrics has been a hobby of mine ever since I bought my first CD. Don't get me wrong; this is not a dream I'm pursuing here. I still have no idea what I'm going to do with my future, but I highly doubt my crappy lyrics concerning Optimus Prime are going to earn me a living. Though I do always write a fun (and pathetically simple) back-up, acoustic guitar part.
I stopped at my work in progress. The title is still to-be-determined. I snorted derisively when I read over the words. Sometimes I surprise myself with what I write, and it isn't always good.
I never thought I could hate
A foreign language to this date
But, here I am, prove me wrong,
A writer of a French hate song.
"Wow," I brought a pillow to my face, and muffled my screams of how terrible the song sounded. "Not only does it sound terrible; it sounds racist!" I crossed out the offending lyrics, and sighed when I saw I was back to square one. For all the native French speakers out there, I am so sorry.
Maybe I should just scrap the song altogether-
"Jane, your cell phone is ringing!" I heard my Dad call from downstairs. Welcoming the interruption, I retrieved my phone. Seeing the caller was Allison, I simply pressed the phone to my ear because with my vertically-challenged friend, there were no "Hello's".
"I know what to do!" I heard her rough voice say confidently.
"What are you going t-"
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do," Allison continued, sounding like she had come up with the perfect plan. "I am going to talk to him."
I waited for her to go on, but after a few moments of silence I realized that was all she had planned. Two hours of planning and she only came up with that simple sentence.
"Sounds good," I said hesitantly, "But, what are you going to say?" Nick Lucas didn't seem like the type of guy to just randomly talk to someone about anything or everything.
Allison paused, and I had a feeling that her next statement would involve me. "Well, before I actually do talk to Nick, I was hoping you could do a favor for me…" I knew it.
"What?" I asked, wary and also kind of expecting what her favor consisted of.
Allison chuckled nervously, "I was wondering if you could maybe…find out what Nick's interests are?"
"And why can't you ask him yourself?"
"Because he's Nick of JONAS!" Allison shouted, causing me to take the phone away from my ear. "I can't just walk up to him ask him what his interests are!"
"Actually…yeah, you can."
And then, the girl on the other line said something I never thought I would ever hear coming from her.
"Jane, I'm too scared to talk to him, will you please help me?"
I grinned, thinking that Allison crushing on Nick Lucas could definitely be good for her.
So in the end, I agreed. The plan, "Spying on Nick Lucas at School and Asking People Associated with Him Plan," would commence tomorrow.
Yes, the long title is necessary.
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Okay, please let me know how you guys liked it. I know, it's slow, but it will definitely pick up in the next chapter. I think it's going to be good, but that's just me. Please review and tell me what you think.
By the way, I don't know if Nick actually does have a Camaro or not, but it's my favorite car right now…
The next chapter will come tomorrow; I just like to hold everyone in suspense.