I watched in amazement as the girl sang, her voice ringing through every corner of the room. How could such a big voice come from such a tiny girl? She had to be about 5 foot 5, petite with soft gentle features. She had beautiful midnight black waves that flowed around her head in waterfalls. Her warm brown eyes were filled with maturity. A smile curved her perfect pink lips as she belted out the chorus. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, a light gray tank top, a leather jacket that was zippered three quarters of the way up and gray flats. As the song finished she hung her head. I knocked politely on the door. She jumped, startled. When she saw me she fixed herself then grinned shyly from behind a curtain of her midnight hair.

"Um hi." She whispered.

"Hi. I was going to get my guitar and I couldn't help but overhear…"

She blushed. "Sorry."

"No no! you're…incredible." I stuttered

"O…oooooh" she whispered startled.

"What's your name?" I asked walking towards her.

"Demi, Demi Sparrow." She whispered.

I pulled off my ray bands and she gasped. "Nick Jonas"

I grinned. "Yeah. You know I could get Hollywood Records to give you a contract?"

"Naw that's okay." She shrugged.

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

"As Michael Bublé once said: Hollywood is dead." She said calmly.

I couldn't help but chuckle. She had spunk. Suddenly he couldn't help but stare at her perfect pink lips. She smiled shyly taking a step towards me. I brushed her curtain of midnight waves behind her ears and rested my hands on the crook of her neck. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes until our lips were almost touching. I filled the rest of the gap and pressed my lips gently on hers. After a while I deepened the kiss, my right arm hooking around her waist and pulling her onto my feet so she didn't have to crane to kiss me. When we finally pulled away for air I kept my arm protectively on her waist. I caressed her cheek.

"You wanna go get a smoothie at Lalajava?" I asked. "My treat."

She grinned resting her forehead on mine, brushing her lips against mine. When she pulled away I leaned forward following her lips. She giggled and wiggled her finger as if scolding me. I let out a pathetic whimper.

"I'd love to." She whispered.