[Joe's POV]

I walked through the streets of L.A. towards the Pharmacy to grab my Dad some meds. He was a big owner of a music label and I was working under him as his assistant. I'm Joe Jonas, middle son of Paul Jonas. I kept walking until I walked right into a bustling crowd of Californian regulars. It was summer but I couldn't help but walking through what I call, heaven. Everything in L.A. made me smile, the sunshine, the beaches, the people. I felt like I really belong here.

As I kept walking, I felt a large bundle of roses hit me in the back of the head. I turned around, picked up the roses, and then looked for the angry person who threw these. I spotted her and my heart dropped. She wore a black quarter sleeved t-shirt with a pair of regular jeans. Her hair was dark and mysterious. But her eyes were something, different. Even though she was angry, she was beautiful. I wondered how it would be for her to love you that would be magical. You might think I sound like a lovesick puppy, but this feeling of an earthquake erupting in my heart couldn't be disguised. I walked slowly towards her, not sure what to say. I could feel my palms starting to sweat and that little voice in my head saying, "Turn around, moron!" getting louder. But finally I was a foot away from her.

"Hi, I believe these are yours? Yeah they hit me in the head, thanks for that," I decided to be playfully friendly.

"Oh yeah sorry." And then she just turned away not even noticing me. She headed in the same direction as I was going and I needed to know her. When I say I mean like there's an invisible rope pulling me behind her. She walked into the local pharmacy but I couldn't find her. But she was always on my mind. Every single thought, but I didn't even know her freakin' name.

I went up the pharmacy window and said, "Could I please have Paul Jonas's medication?"

"Hey! You're the guy I accidently threw roses at!" An angelic voice said from behind me. I felt myself turn without processing anything. I decided I would try to be funny.

"Yeah that's why I'm here, to get pain reliever," I smiled.

"Oh I'm so sorry about that," She apologized. That's how I knew her, as "she".

"It's 'aight. Anyways my name is Joe and you are?" I asked, hoping for an answer.

"I'm late!" She yelled.

"Well nice to meet you, Late," I laughed. She was smiling as she slid past me and picked up some medication. She tucked it casually into her purse. Then her cell phone fell, I bent down and picked it up. And then for an electric second our hands touched and I felt a jolt of energy run through me.

"I'm sorry I have to leave," she started.

"But I wanna know you," I pleaded.

"Sorry, I don't go out with random guys I throw roses at." She just rejected me. And it stung pretty bad. After that for a mere second she just looked at me but then all that was gone and she left.

"But wait! I don't even know your name yet!" I hollered behind her. But she was gone.