Nick was in front of the keyboard; Nick's fingers flying over the keys and avidly taking notes, enjoying the peaceful time alone.
Joe, Kevin and Stella walked in.
"You guys got any plans for tonight?" Stella asked. Nick stopped playing and sighed.
"You won't guess what I want to do." Joe challenged.
"Joe we're still not going to a strip club." Nick said.
"No! Just a normal club, with music and,"
"No room to breathe? Drinkers?" Nick interrupted.
"I know this great club down town, we could all go," Joe suggested.
"Sounds like fun." Stella agreed.
"We've not had a night out in ages." Kevin added.
"Nick, you have to come, we can't only take 2/3 of Jonas, and the paparazzi will think we're splitting up or something." Joe told Nick. He shrugged.
"Ok, I'll go get outfits." Stella squealed, hurrying excitedly to the Stella-vator.
"I'll go call Danielle, see if she wants to come," Kevin moved to his side of the room.
"I'm going to go admire myself in the mirror," Joe smiled and skipped to find a mirror. Nick rolled his eyes. Joe, skipping...
Nick went back to the keyboard; squeezing any song writing in that he could; 'you never know when we'll need a new song' was Nick's argument.
When they arrived at the club, they all looked amazing. Jonas were wearing jeans, a blazer and a shirt, Nick in blue, Kevin in green and Joe in yellow, Stella was wearing a red dress that hugged her beautiful figure. Danielle was studying and Macy was training so neither of them could come out tonight. They all entered the club confidently. Nick hated the atmosphere immediately and headed straight over to the bar to go over some of his lyrics, never miss an opportunity eh? Kevin, Stella and Joe were straight to the dance floor.
Nick ordered a diet coke and settled down to try to block out the loud music.
Half an hour later, Nick had got not further with the lyrics, grown a massive headache from the music and started doodling 'Jonas' over a scrap bit of paper. He heard someone sigh from his right; a girl was sitting next to him, slouched over the bar like he was, just as fed up.
"Hi." Nick started conversation.
"Hey," The girl sighed.
"Headache?" Nick presumed. She nodded. "Dragged here unwillingly?" She nodded again.
"What nice friends I have." She joked. Nick laughed. She was wearing a beautiful Annie coloured dress (blue-y yellow-y) and her light brown almost blonde wavy hair hung loosely round her face, her long fringe shadowing one of her eyes, but Nick noticed the brilliant blue.
"My name's Nick, let me buy you a drink." He offered.
"Thanks. Diet coke please." The girl said when the bar tender came over.
"What's your name?" Nick asked.
"Annabelle, but my friends call me Annie."
"Annie," Nick breathed, admiring her name.
"You're from that band, aren't you? What is it, Jonas?"
"Yeah," Nick smiled.
"My friends love you. They better not find you or you'll get trampled."
"Nah, it's alright. It's good to know the fans care." Nick smiled. "You're not a fan then?"
"I like your music, I just can't think straight with all this noise. I'm more a photographer than a musician anyway." Annie smiled.
"That sounds cool." Nick smiled. As he got to know Annie better he realised how much more he was enjoying his time in the stuffy club. 20 minutes later, Annie announced she needed the bathroom.
She'd left her camera on the bar, Nick turned it on and had a look at the photos; there were some typical shots of scenery and all that then some clever shots, dramatic shots. She must have got her friends to dress up because they were wearing beautiful white dresses standing in various places in a field and by a stream, in the late summer afternoon the shots were spectacular.
"I'm back." Annie announced. Nick turned off the camera and put it back on the counter.
"Those are some really good pictures." Nick said.
"Thanks, I was wondering, I have this project at school, English, personal passion, photography, I was wondering if maybe, I could take some pictures of you and you're brothers in action, you know so I can get a bit more variety of shots." Annie concluded, having a sip of her drink.
"That would be cool. We have a mini stage in our room, it's really cool." Nick smiled.
"Great." Annie beamed. "You go to Horace Mantis academy don't you?"
"Yup." Nick answered.
"That's why my friends mention you so much. So do I."
"That's awesome! I've never seen you around?"
"I know, I spend most of my time in the art rooms with my friends telling me I should be more sociable."
"You interested in music? Play any instruments?" please say yes, please say yes, please say yes! Nick thought.
"I'm taking music. And no, but I'd love to learn the guitar."
"Maybe I could teach you?"
"That'd be great." Annie smiled.
"Can I borrow your camera?" Nick asked.
"Why?" Annie asked.
"Because Kevin, Joe and Stella and some other people are doing the Macarena on stage and I need something to use against them." Nick said, Annie handed him the camera, suddenly thrilled she'd agreed to this loopy idea. The other people were her friends.
After Annie put the camera away, her and Nick moved away from school conversation. 20 minutes later, Annie had gone paler, quieter and had an empty glass in her hand.
"Nick, I don't feel too good."
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.
"I've got a headache and I feel sick."
"I'll bet the loud music isn't helping," Annie nodded to agree with him. "We'll get a cab home, just let me leave a message for Joe." Nick finished. Annie nodded. They moved to the door, left a note with the bouncer who'd struggle through all the people so Nick didn't have to. Annie texted her friends.
It was pitch black outside and no cabs were available. Nick noticed a backstreet and recognised the other end, knowing a cab would be available the other end.
"This way." He gently guided Annie with his hand in the small of her back. She was shivering. Nick shrugged off his jacket, placing it over Annie's shoulders. He was fine in a ¾ length sleeved shirt. Annie took in the warmth and smell of Nick's jacket, it smelled like Nick did (go figure); shampoo, cologne and that one 'Nick' thing that Annie couldn't put her finger on. "I wonder what could make you so ill," He muttered to Annie sympathetically, rubbing her back gently.
"Dunno. Can we stop for a minute?" Annie asked. Nick nodded. She went and stood by the round brick wall, leaning her back against it. Nick did the same thing. He noticed a suspicious man enter the backstreet and hoped he would pass by the teens. As he got closer, Nick could smell alcohol and nicotine, and it disgusted him.
"Like the present I left for your girlfriend?" The man asked with a sly smile. Nick connected the dots.
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