"If it's meant to be, it will find its way"
Her dream was to be a successful writer; his was to be a famous musician.
Nick's POV:
I've always loved music. Me and my brothers always loved playing songs together. Now that I'm 22, I can finally go and get married or go on a worldwide tour (well that's what my mom said). I would love to get married. I know it's a little early to have that kind of responsibility but I think I'm ready. I have been in love, but only once; and I still am. Her name is Lily Trescot. We met in high school, the best years of my life. She always loved writing. Entering writing contests, stories for friends, online submissions; she pretty much did everything for her writing to be discovered. I loved watching her write. She would always get so into it, ask me if her stories sounded good, or maybe some help on adjectives and stuff. It was always an excuse to talk to her. But one day she was discovered. Some company called her and asked to write stories for there book series. Soon enough she was packed up and headed for Italy. Even though we parted, I'm still in love with her. . .
Lily's POV:
Writing is my passion. It has been since I learned my alphabet. I used to live in California. Now I live in Italy, and work for a famous book company. My dream job has become a reality, but with a consequence. In high school I had to leave the love of my life behind, Nick Jonas. The worst part is that he never knew how I felt. But now I'm living the dream, and I'm also engaged. His name is John Carlo, a musician, just like Nick. I was engaged one year after we started dating. I think we sort of rushed it but what done is done. My wedding is 2 months. I decided I'll invite Nick. But I know I'll feel that it should really be him standing. . . .
Nick's POV:
I can't believe what just happened. I walked to my mailbox and flipped through the envelopes. Junk mail, bills, bills, junk, letter from Lily….LETTER FROM LILY! I sprinted to the door. Inside I threw all the other mail on the counter and ripped open Lily's letter. I found out it was an invitation……..to her wedding. My heart dropped. Now I know that it doesn't matter what happens, my chance at love with her was definitely over. I looked around, no one else was home. I started to sob. I don't care if I'm a guy. The only people to see me cry was well of coarse my family (when I was little) but really…… just Lily. Joe walked in the door; I ran upstairs and blasted my radio so no one could hear my weeping. I threw the invitation on the floor. I tried to forget about Lily. About her fiancé, about the way we used to be. I just couldn't handle the stress.
I came downstairs after all my crying. Joe was sitting watching TV. Still no sign of anyone else in the house. He came to me and asked about touring. We talked for a while and came up with a decision. We will go on tour in 2 months, May 8th. First stop, Italy. I ran back upstairs and picked up the wrinkled invitation. I looked for the date and address. May 8th in the St. Antonio Church. The church was across the street from the concert theater. The RVSP date was Monday of next week. This should be interesting…