I don't own anything. All the names of people, schools, etc. are made up, besides the Jonas Brothers names of course.

I never really knew Mr. Nick Jonas, but I would learn, and fast. You see, we were in an arranged marriage. Well we are in an arranged marriage. I'm not going to get ahead of myself here. Why don't I start from the beginning.

My name is Natillie Samantha Gardan. But most people call me Sam, or Nats.

I'mm not really short, but I'mm not really tall either. I'mm not very skinny, like those super models who don't eat, nor am I big. Although, I have been made fun of cause I weigh 125. There are a lot of girls who throw up in this school. No offence to any girl who does that, but do you have any idea what that does to your body?

Any way, I have light brown hair, somewhat green eyes, there kinda blue-green, and I do my nails in black, cause I think its kinda cool. I like sports, I'm usually not competitive. Unless someone pisses me off, then I get a little competitive. But it takes a lot to piss me off, or maybe just that one thing that just sets your nerves off. Do you know what I mean?

Speaking of things I like. I also like; well, love music. It one third of my life.

1. Family and friends.

2. Education.

3. Music.

I love music, any kind. I also like to sing and dance.

But I'm into quiet things as well. Like writing, reading, poetry. All of which are hobbies of mine.

I'm also really big on education.

"Even though other things may seem more important, a good education will help you in the long run." quotes of my mom. My moms cool as hell, but she gets on my nerves all the time. But I deal, and I don't hell "I HATE YOU!" to her, or anyone else. I don't hate anyone. But I do strongly dislike a couple people.

Lovers are way better than fighters. And I'm ending my little tell all about myself right there.

(A short man with a pink hat comes and stands in front of you and says.) ALONG WITH THE STORY! (Smiles and walks away.)

Have you ever heard of invisible? Well thats what he was, at least it seemed that way.

I would always come over, but every time I did, he would never be around. Always up in his room, or buissy doing something. I never really saw him, or even heard his name that offend. He was like a ghost.

We went to separate schools. I went to Briant Elementary, and they went to Elmore Elementary.

But I alway hung out with Joe and Kevin. They were like my own big brothers, but like my best friends as well. Kevin always listened to my problems, while Joe always found a way to make me laugh.

And then there was the last of the trio. I heard his mom call him one time. Nick.

He was the one I could never piece together. His brothers didn't talk about him.

But I knew a few things about him. Like the fact that he had this amazing curly hair, I would always be able to point him out in a crowd. And he played music, wrote music.

The first time I heard him, it was by accident. But ill never forget it. He was playing the guitar. He played beautifully. He fingers danced on the cords. I just stood there outside his door until Kevin called me.

"Hey Sam, are you OK up there?" he called at me from down stairs. The music stopped that instant. I felt as if it died.

Every sense then I always tried to listen. I had heard the guitar, piano, and on one occasion the drums. I also heard something else one day, a voice, a beautiful voice singing with the notes of an instrument. The voice was wonderful, but it sang a sad song. I can no longer remember the song. But Ill never forget the voice.

That voice could also speak bad things. Like the when I was finally in 7th grade, were all the little elementary school joined together. Broweck View Middle School.

I was going to meet new people, and I was going to see the face that went with that voice.

To my surprise I saw him in my first class, in the front row. Those amazing curls, all crazy, I just wanted to touch 'em. But I went against it. Instead I wanted to introduce myself. He was just sitting there reading a book. A big book. But hopefully he wouldn't mind me introducing myself. I'm sure its him.

I looked down at his book back, and there was a name tag on it, Nick Jonas. Yup, thats the one.

"Hi, I'm Natillie Samantha Gardan. But everyone usually calls me Sam, but if you don't want to thats fine too." I said, trying to be polite.

"Cool." and that was it a one word answer. He didn't look up so I could see his face. It didn't seem like he wanted me to talk to him. But I wanted to know a little bit more about him.

"So, how are you so far? You know, with the whole first day, going back to school thing." I asked, hoping I didn't get another one word answer.

"Fine, now can you please leave me alone." he said, a bit exaggerated.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." I said, backing away and back to my seat. I decided to sit in the back. I just liked it back here, and well I didn't want to go and sit next to him. He didn't seem to have a liking to me. Well, that was OK. I mean, not everyone will get along.

Well, it turned to much more than that. He had started a few rumors about me. Rumors that were bad enough to get people talking. But I didn't really care. As long as they talked about me, they might not of been talking about anyone else.

"Oh, dude. Thats her, the chick that did Mrs. Wyancona." a couple guys said as they were walking past me. Woe, some rumor. Me and a teacher? Uhh, I don't think so. No offense, but I'm not into girls that way.

I was on my way home, my bag in one hand and my ipod in the other. When someone stopped me.

"Hey, you." said one of the dip chicks.

"Yeah?" I said, turning around and looking at her.

"I just want to know one thing. Is it true your sleeping with the principle?" woe that came out of no where. The principle? I had seen the principle a few times and eww. But oh well. I guess ill just give her what she wants.

"Oh, yeah. He is great in bed." I said, with a lot of sarcasm. Everyone and I do mean everyone was looking at us. It seemed like everyone stopped breathing. Why was this so important?

"So your the one my dad is having an affair with? Well let me tell you something you little whore, you will not split my parents up!" she yelled in my face and then punched me, and I dropped my bag that I was caring. Right after I was hit a body stepped in front of my own. The body was bigger than me, taller and more built.

"Steffany! Stop!" someone yelled at her. I wouldn't had fought back anyway. The person who stepped in front of me was probably there to help her if I decided to swing a punch. I didn't want to be here any longer. So, I just pick up my bag and I ran out of there. I ran and ran, all the way to the Jonas' home, it was closer than mine, and I knew my mom would probably be here talking with Mrs. Jonas. I knew Kevin and Joe wouldn't be home till another 5 minutes or so. I walked up to the door and knocked. To my surprise my mom answered, she usually never answers the Jonas' door.

"Hey sweetie. How are ya' today?" she asked and took my bag and my ipod out of my hands.

I could tell she noticed, but she was never one to come right out and panic. She always let me explain.

"Well, I got punched in the face for saying something wrong. I was just joking, I didn't know the situation." I told her as we were walking toward the kitchen.

"Oh, my! What happened here?" asked Mrs. Jonas as she ran to give me a hug after turning off the burner for what she was cooking.

"Denise, she was just explaining it to me. Here lets sit and talk. We were just getting together a few recipes. This one looks good, yeah?" my mom always found a good way to handle a bad situation. And she showed me a chocolate cake that looked wonderful.

"Woe, that looks great. Are you going to make that?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Of course. I know its you favorite so I looked it up. And a plus side is the boys like it too." Denise said looking at me and smiling. I could tell she was trying to help. At that precise the two oldest boys came in. Kevin went and sat on one side of me, while Joe went straight to the fridge.

"Hey, you ok? Here let me take a look at it." Kevin said while turning my head a little bit.

"Here, I know its your favorite." Joe said handing me a diet coke.

"Thanks." I told him. He was buissy shoving a sandwich into his mouth.

Then the one and only himself stomped in. He went to the fridge, not even acknowledging anyone.

"Hey! Who took the last diet coke?" he asked looking down into the empty box.

"There are more down stairs. Go get them." Mrs. Jonas told her son as she was mixing a salad.

"No. The one who finishes them goes and gets them." he said. Then his eyes landed on me, drinking the diet coke.

"And that would be you. Well there in the basement. Watch out for the spiders." he looked mad. He went over to the basement door and opened it. I so wasn't going down there. I had heard a bunch of stories about there basement. Kevin and Joe always told me scary stuff to spook me, they knew I was seriously scared of spiders. Somehow it seemed like he knew. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being scared.

"OK. Ill be right back." I told them heading toward the door.

"Hey Sam, Ill go get them. I'm the one who got it out. Nick, why don't you come with me. NOW." Joe said running past me toward the door. He practically pushed Nick down there.

"I'm sorry Sam." Kevin said giving a hug. I hugged him back and decided I wanted to take a nap.

"Hey, I'm feeling a little tired. Can I take a nap on your couch?" I decided to asked Mrs. Jonas, since she was standing right there, I didn't want to be rude.

"Sure sweetie. Are you feeling OK?" she asked me, being all motherly. I gave her a quick smile.

"Yeah. I'm OK. Just a little sleepy." I told her and walked out of the kitchen, into the living room.

There couch was perfect, there house was perfect. So comfortable.

So this is my first story on here, so I hope its not too bad. I would love for some reviews, I read them all, good or bad.