Disclaimer that I forgot to put: I do not own JONAS. Only OCs. That wraps it up.
Warning: Slight language, insanity, and other things.
Told from character's POV.
Devonne's POV
Click. Click. Click. That's what I kept hearing for the last few minutes. It gets annoying after a while seeing it's been happening for the last few 2 hours. We're sitting here in my house, chilling on the couch. School just got out by the way and it's Tuesday. Middle school: love it or hate it. But we're gonna be freshman and one's a sophomore. We're 16 1/2, 17, and 16 so.... eh.
"OK, would you rather go to a JONAS concert or jump off a building", my friend Isabella Kat Munroe asked. She went to this awesome place called Camp Rock last summer, but she's not telling us about new friends or anything, really.
"JONAS concert, duh, and pick a channel already, Abby", I said to Abigail Marie Wolvilene. Don't ask how she got that last name, but she does love sqeaky toys for strange reasons. (I say she was dropped on her head when she was born. Off a cliff. I'm kidding).
"Well," she snapped, "There's nothing on, Devonne Anna 'Devon' Jackson!"
"Cranky..."
"What did you say?!"
"Nothing," I lied in my "innocent voice." She scoffed.
"Right... I think the danger-proness is getting to you after the head stitches you got."
"It's not my fault Joe's damn danger-proness is getting to me", I replied.
"OK you two, would you rather go on a picnic with Joe or play guitar hero against Kevin", Izzy questioned.
"Picnic."
"Guitar hero and I will pone him cause I am awesome." Yeah right my ass.
"OMG!"
"Oh gosh," I sighed, "Please tell me it's not another sale on chew toys."
"No," Abby replied while squeezing a squeaky toy, "And chew toys are awesome! Besides, look!" She started pointing to the TV screen like her life depends on it. Well, it possibly could. A commercial came up about the new JONAS tour, called the 'Keepin It Real Tour 09'. Hey it spells 'KIRT09'.
"OK, and...", I asked her. All of a sudden, Abby stood up and started shaking me like she was on crack while screaming, "WE HAVE TO GO!"
Let's just say she has a "problem" and Izzy and I don't have "that problem" because we can control "that problem" easier than her.
"Look Abby, we know you're obsessed and, we are too it's just that," Izzy stated," 1) It's all the way in Wyckoff, New Jersey and we're here in Cresent Valley, California. 2) We can't afford tickets. And 3) IT'S BEEN SOLD OUT SINCE LAST MONTH!" Never mind I'm the only sane one in the group. Kinda.
"Dammit!" I stared at the scene and sighed. 'How did I end up with them', I thought. Then the phone rang making my two friends shut up. I picked it up, obviously. Once I picked it up, I heard another conversation go on on the other line.
"Do I have to-"
"YES!"
"Well how do you-"
"It's easy. Just-"
"HELLO?", I screamed into the phone. I'm a screamer.
"Oh. Hi Devon, it's Olivia." I stared at the phone. Olivia Brizilla? Bossy "who dumped a slushie on my head" Olivia? Calling me? How'd she get my number? Why am I asking myself these questions?
"Uhhhh, hi", I answered while Abby and Izzy stared at me, "What do you want?"
"Uhmm... well we have three extra tickets to the first JONAS concert in New Jersey and do you want to come with your friends?", she suggested, uncertainly.
"Sure...OK," I responded back. I'm not sure whether it's a plan`against us or not but I'm taking chances.
"Great. It's Saturday, but we leave tomorrow at 4:00."
"OK. Bye." I hung up and...
"GUYS! YOU ARE NOT GONNA BELIEVE IT!" I yelled it out so loud it made Abby throw her chew toy at me (OW!!) and made Izzy fall off the couch.
"WHAT", they shrieked. Then, my parents said, "STOP SCREAMING!"
"Sorry! Anyways, Olivia called and guess what?"
"What", Izzy wondered with anticipation.
"She said she had 3 extra JONAS tickets, asked if we wanted to come and.... WE'RE GOING TO NEW JERSEY TO SEE JONAS!" Then all of us squealed so loud, my parents thought we were losing it. Oh well. We lost sanity a long time ago.
Please review. It took me a while to rewrite and think this through.