Wow, it is really hard to believe how long it's been since I've wrote something. Anything at all.
Ah, well, since May 1st, 2009, I have been stuck on the idea that Joe Lucas and Stella Malone were created for one another. HowEver, this has not been the case within the past three episodes, therefore my eyes have sought another ah-dorable Jonas couple.
Nick&Stella.
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The intensity within her eyes never seemed to fade away. She always made it a goal to be so into the moment. And it was the same with him.
Nick never seemed to lose his essence. His essence was use to his advantage where he would always find a way. And it was the same with her.
Only she found a way to enjoy everything for what it was. And his way was to find a solution to every problem that he faced.
She used faith. He used logic. And that is where they found that their differences fit together like puzzle pieces.
She depended on him to reason every situation. She couldn't bear a moment where he was speechless. Where he had no words to describe the current, the past, or what was to come.
He depended on her to argue and fight him on every answer that he gave. He couldn't bear to be politically correct ALL the time. In such cases where there would be no debates and she'd agree with every plan, every suggestion, every logical explanation that he put on the table.
This is just how things would have to work.
Co-dependency was the way for them to go.
Their chosen path.
Their road created and rarely taken by other couples who only had one dominant trait in their relationships.
Things just clicked this way for Stella Malone and Nicholas Lucas.
How did such realities come to be?
Where the Queen never sat still and the King was always willing to compromise his decisions?
What world did they live in, where there were such sweet resulting fates?
Where the rugged kisses from Stella lasted for eternities, and sweet nothings from Nick seemed to turn into life promises.
"We have to make this quick," Stella would whisper shutting the chemistry classroom door, "lunch only lasts for so long, and Joe and Kevin only take so long to stuff their faces." Nick would snort and grab Stella by the arm, not looking at her, but at the clock.
"Then I would say that we have about 11 minutes and 13 seconds to do what we gotta do," he would smile his way into Stella's heart.
And then they would kiss in a casually dysfunctional manner where Stella seemed to be in a hurry and Nick seemed to be in no rush at all. But it was there, that click, and it hadn't faded away in the past three years.
They were like an old pair of faded and torn blue jeans. They had a casually perfect look about them. And for the time being, whenever they were worn, they felt like they would last forever.