NICK

There was probably only one good thing about the small town my brothers and I were staying in. The people here were… different. They didn't freak out when they saw any of us walking around, minding our own business. It was nice to be respected for once, especially with a few years of crazy hectic people attacking us all the time. I sighed, pulling my arms above my head and stretching out. It had been a while since I'd been on a run of any kind, and tonight seemed like a good enough night. I walked out of my room, running a hand through my messy hair.

I walked into the living room, observing my two older brothers lounge on the couch, mouths open and gaping. Attractive. Joe jumped a little when I slammed my door, letting out a girlish squeal. I rolled my eyes and walked past them, shoving Kevin's sleeping head forward.

"I'm out of here." I let out in a monotone. Kevin suddenly jumped up, his eyes looking interested.

"Where ya going, Nicky?" He used his little girly voice, and I let out a small chuckle.

"I'm going on a little jog, Kev." I raised my eyebrow as his smile faltered. That was so like him, everything was exciting unless it was work. I shook my head, walking away from my boring brothers. I almost stopped to yell at my parents that I was going out, but I remembered that we weren't home, and they weren't here. It was weird to think I didn't have to, I was so used to asking them permission for everything. I shrugged my shoulders, feeling stupid as I walked out the front door of the hotel room.

We'd come to this small town in Washington to get away for a while, after tour ended. It was nice to think that we could just hang out, do normal stuff. Normal enough anyway, we still had our picture snapped every once and a while. Other than that, the past few weeks had been pretty easy going. A little too easy going for me, which was why I was going on this run now.

The streets weren't very full this afternoon, but they never really were. It was sad that we had to pick a place that didn't have a lot of people to stay in, I usually liked talking to people. I started jogging after a few minutes of walking, sighing as I felt the usual cramp in my feet and calves. Oh, the joys of exercise. I attempted to keep going after about twenty minutes of jogging around the outside of the town, but I felt myself failing quickly. I wished I was in better shape, I just never had time to do anything like that. Just as I was about to start running again, I drop of water landed in my eye. I bent over, rubbing it quickly.

A few minutes later, the droplets had turned into buckets, and the buckets into… an ocean of water. I was completely soaked, looking like a drowned cat as my curly hair fell on my face. I could barely see a few inches in front of me, let along down the road. I looked ahead, picking the nearest house with lights on.

ELLIE

"Yeah, that shirt makes you look really fat, sorry." I hummed, not really paying attention to what I was saying anymore. I glanced at Mari's face, only laughing as she scowled at me. She'd been trying on clothes for the past few hours, asking my opinion every five seconds. Actually, for the past hour I'd been lying my butt off, but she hadn't noticed, to wrapped up in her self. That wasn't unusual, my gorgeous best friend usually had that kind of adittude.

"No need to be jealous, Ellie." She flipped her blonde hair over her clothes shoulder, batting her eyes sarcastically. "I know you want him too, but I happen to be the one with the balls in this relationship." She pointed from me to her. I snorted,

"Not from what I've heard…" I trailed off, suggestively waggling my eyebrow. She knew exactly what I was talking about. Marielle reached forward, slapping my side with the scarf she had in her hand. She turned her pouty face back the mirror, glaring at me through it.

"That was one time. Quit bringing it up, Princess." I rolled my eyes for the millionth time, I never understood Mari's ways. She never told me what happened with her and that random boy from across the street, but the whole school knew about it. I sighed, falling back into my bed. My brown hair fell around me, and I closed my eyes, waiting for her to finish up.

A few minutes later I heard a groan from Mari. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"What?" I questioned.

"It's raining, El." She moaned. I got up, looking out the window. A frown came onto my face. That meant that she couldn't go out to that party on the beach. I was silently glad, I had nothing else to do that night. I patted her on the back.

"Sorry, girl. I know they'll all be sad you can't go, but we can still hang out here…" I trailed off as she glared at me, obviously upset. She threw some clothes at me, cussing as she walked out of my room.

"I'm gonna go home, Ellie. I just don't feel like doing anything now." Mari said sullenly. I rubbed her shoulder, nodding.

"Have fun, uh, getting home." I looked out at the downpour. She had a bike. She just pouted at me some more, and gave me a quick hug before running out, pulling her hood up as she did. I let out a long sigh. Now it was seven, I was hungry, and my best friend had left me alone in my little shack of a house.

I headed back to my room, slipping off my tight pants and into a pair of rolled up sweats and sweatshirt. The general look of someone who was going to bed was something that I happened to pull off extremely well, thanks. I stumbled out of my room while putting my light hair in a bun. How pathetic, being sleepy at seven at night. I needed a life, and fast. I made my way to the kitchen, starting to make a bowl of cereal when I heard my doorbell ring. I cussed under my breath, trying to poor the milk and get a spoon quickly.

I sprinted to the door, somehow managing not to spill milk all over myself on the way. I opened the door, squinting into the rain. A figure was slowly walking away. I took a bite of my cereal, chewing and talking around my words.

"You suck at ding dong ditch, man." I licked my lips, catching pieces of food with my tongue. Gross, but I was in that mood where I didn't care. The figure stopped, and turned back around, jogging up and under the cover of my house. It spoke as it made its way, and I figured it was a guy from the way he sounded.

"I wasn't ding dong ditching you…" He replied, pushing soaked hair out of his face. I raised my eyebrows as he stepped closer, then they widened of their own accord. Holy crap, I recognized this steamy looking boy from somewhere.

"Do I know you?" Cereal fell from my mouth as I spoke. I did know him, and his brown eyes could tell that right away. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. Holy crap.

"I'm Nick." He held his hand out, and I just looked at it.

"Yeah… I know." My voice was a little shaky. Sure, I wasn't some crazy obsesses fan girl, but it wasn't everyday a super hot celebrity singer dude came to your front door, soaking wet. How incredibly unfair, I looked like I'd just woken up. I didn't realize I'd been staring until he cleared his throat. I jumped, flushing red as I looked down at my naked feet.

"So, uh, can I come in?" He shuffled his feet, looking a little embarrassed. I looked up at him, a little star struck.

"Uh… why?" I questioned. Nick laughed, and I frowned. He pointed to the rain hitting his face.

"It's wet out here." He stated simply, like I was a little slow. I probably looked that way, staring at him like an idiot. I blinked slightly, nodding.

"Okay." I blubbered, moving to the side as he walked in, a squeaky, sexy Jonas brother in my house. I just stared at his back, unsure of what to do. He turned around, facing me curiously.

"You um, have a bathroom?" He looked really awkward, dripping on my carpet. I stared for another weird second and nodded, pointing to the door across the hall. He looked at me like I was crazy for another second, and jogged over, trying not to drip everywhere. Holy crap. When the door shut I just sat there, stunned. Nick Jonas… in my house, in my bathroom, dripping wet. The stupid grin on my face was enough to make me look completely insane.

But dang, he was just as good looking in person as he was in those pictures. Not that I had pictures of him. I cussed under my breath, running through my living room, trying to find anything that might have had him on it. That would have been awkward. But wait, why the heck was he even here, in Washington, in her house? And why was he wet? That was just even more unfair than the fact that she looked like a dead animal. I found no stalker evidence, so I decided on changing. But then changed my mind, knowing that he would see I'd changed. That would have been strange, and weird of me. Ugh, why me? Why now?

Instead of running aroung in circles like I should have, I sat down at the breakfast bar, my eyes on the fridge as I ate my cereal slowly. I wasn't quite convinced this whole shebang was real yet. I realized it was when a not as sopping sexy man walked out of my bathroom, looking sort of guilty. I raised an eyebrow, and then pointed to the wall next to him that held towels and such. He nodded, grabbing one of them before he started to mop himself. Nick looked at me, his eyes darting back and forth.

"Uh…" He mumbled, turning from me. I wondered why for a second, before he stripped his wet shirt off. I choked of me cereal. Ah, that was why. I coughed for a few minutes, trying not to die from sheer happiness. Why did guys have to have… abs? I cleared my throat, taking another bite and looking up; glad I was over that fit. Bad idea. When my eyes left my cereal bowl, they landed on the stomach of a particularly wet boy right in front of me. And then I choked again.

"Could you maybe-" I choked out between coughs, "Stop like- taking your- clothes off?" I finally finished my sentence, and he looked at me like I was the dumbest thing ever.

"Sorry? Uh, it was wet. I was going to ask you if you had anything else that was a little less completely soaked." I coughed one last time, and got up, getting a little irritated. He had to deal with crazy girls all the time, so why was he looking at me like I was challenged when he took his shirt off? I stomped into my brothers room, grabbing a few shirts. Tyler was about the same size as him, even if he was two years older.

When I got back out, Nick was sitting at the bar, twiddling his thumbs, still half naked. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply before I shoved the clothes at him. He mumbled a thanks, and looked through them. I sat up where I had been before, looking at him curiously.

"So… what are you doing here?" I asked pretty bluntly. I wasn't used to rock starts being in my house, let alone someone like him. He was so good looking it wasn't even funny. I took a deep breath, as he turned to me, his chest still very… bare. And glistening. What was this boy, a vampire?

"Staying in a hotel a few miles away…" I nodded, taking another bite of my cereal, looking him straight in the eyes. Looking down would have been a very bad idea. I was silent, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Well, uh me and my brothers needed a place to get away from everything for a while, so we just sort of picked a small random place. This was it, so we're just here for a few months, hanging out and trying not to be noticed." He concluded. I sneaked a peak of his body as he pulled a shirt over his head. Not a hair on his flat, rough looking stomach. I licked my lips and pealed my eyes away.

"Sounds like fun…" I trailed off for the millionth time. This was sort of weird, talking to a really famous person. He sat there, still wet, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Are you hungry, thirsty? Anything?" I questioned. He shook his head, even though it was obvious that he was thirsty. I rolled my eyes, mumbling something about stubborn guys as I got up and got him a glass of water. He chugged it as soon as I handed it to him.

"Thanks." He muttered, looking down at his hands. I smiled, shaking my head from side to side.

"What?" Nick asked, leaning forward. Dang. His eyes were just as intense as they were in pictures. I blinked for a second, re organizing my thoughts.

"It's just sort of funny. You showing up at my house." I let out a small laugh. "My friend that left like ten minutes ago… she would have laid an egg or something. I kid you not." He looked sort of amused as I waggled my finger at him. His mood seemed to lighten as I joked a little.

"Yeah? Whats her name?" He asked.

"Mari, Marielle, people even call her Elle.." I stopped talking, realizing he didn't know my name. "I'm Ellie, by the way, welcome to my humble abode." I swept my arms dramatically around my sides, almost knocking over the water glass. Nick chuckled and I blushed. He was so dang attractive I sort of wanted to jump him.

"Thanks. Sorry to barge in on you, it was just so…" He didn't finish, looking for words. I grinned.

"Wet?"