I'm your Biggest Fan.
Chapter 1: the meeting.
Pulling my head from my pillow I squinted at the blinding light of my cell phone, what time was it, and why was it ringing? I finally came back to earth as I realized it was my alarm, and I had yet another day of class to attend. Sure I loved college, but I was ready for a break. I was only a month in, what was wrong with me? Michelle, snap out of dream world I thought to myself, however I gave into the lust of more sleep – leaving my alarm to ring for another ten minutes before finally rising from my slumber.
Oh how I wished that I could live in my dream world, where I was leading the perfect life, however I was indeed stuck in reality, which revolved around two things, school, and my art. Of course I loved my art work; however taking three art classes in one semester definitely had its downsides. I felt so cluttered. It was like I didn't have time for my friends, as soon as I completed one assignment there were two more to work on. And that was just the art. I contemplated changing my major, but I didn't have a clue as to what else I would even pursue.
The commute to school was a long one, thanks to the school buses on the road and all the assholes who didn't bother to follow the law. I was definitely a girl with road rage when somebody forgot to signal or simply made an idiotic move.
As for classes, they dragged on slowly – especially my drawing class. Who wanted to sit in a three hour class at nine in the morning, on a Friday? The minutes passed on so slowly that I wanted to scream. However at 3:00 I was finally free of my professors. Honestly, I didn't even want to go home, sometimes I regretted not dorming, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to handle being way from home, I couldn't even do it for one night at orientation, imagine a whole semester?
I decided that I would take a detour on my way home, stopping at a Starbucks close to school. I decided I wanted to explore the town, I hadn't been anywhere far from campus, and from all of the country clubs that I passed, I assumed this was quite a rich town. Yet the only thing I could think of doing in said rich town was go to Starbucks, how pathetic.
The moment I walked into the store I could smell the overpowering scent of coffee beans. Honestly, I never even drank Starbucks coffee; Frappichinos were not exactly considered coffee, more of a milkshake with a sprinkle of coffee mixed in. I walked up to the counter and ordered my usual – a tall caramel Frappichino, extra caramel.
"Michelle, Caramel Frapp, extra Caramel" a man called from behind the counter and I retreated from my table, reluctantly leaving my bag, and retrieved my calorie enriched drink. I thanked him with a polite smile and then found my way to the station where they had toppings, straws, napkins and other utensils.
Once I put the straw into my drink I sauntered back over to my table by the window, to find a curly haired male, around my age, sitting in the seat across from the one I was in before I went to claim my beverage. I eyed him curiously as I sipped my drink. Nearing closer there was a slight resemblance to one of my idols. But it couldn't be him. What would he be doing in a small town in New York? It was impossible; it just had to be a doppelganger.
"Oh I'm sorry" He spoke in complete sincerity, his chocolate brown eyes looked up at me, his lips forming in a slight smile. "I didn't realize anybody was sitting at this table."
"No, it's perfectly fine, I wasn't expecting anyone…" My voice trailed off, Idiot. I thought. He would surely see how pathetic I really was. A sheepish grin crept onto my face. "That made me sound like a complete loser" I thought aloud and stood there awkwardly.
"Well, sit down, It was your table in the first place" his smile was captivating, his face was so familiar. It had to be him, it just had to. With a nod I did as he said, taking a seat across from the beautiful male.
Biting down on my lip I contemplated expressing my thoughts to him, to bring up the similarities that I saw in his features. However a part of me couldn't help but to wonder how often people told him. He was like his twin though, he even had the same birth marks. Finally I mustered up the courage and parted my lips to speak.
"I'm sure you get this all the time," I began as I toyed with my straw, looking forward at him. "But you just look an awful lot like Nick Jonas…" my voice trailed off. I suddenly wondered what he would think of me now that he knew that I considered Nick Jonas, a Jonas Brother, relevant in my life. Most people my age liked them when they first came out, however slowly began to get over them; I never had, I would always be a fan, especially of Nick's solo album, no matter what negative things Rolling Stone had to say about it.
I watched as his lips tugged up into a smile, showing his pearly white teeth and letting out a hearty chuckle. "What?" I asked curiously, cocking my head to the side, a bit confused. And then it hit me – he didn't look like Nick, he was Nick. "Oh man" I shook my head, placing my head in my palm for a moment.
"I'm running on almost no sleep, I spent the night working on a project that I procrastinated on, and I've been awake since seven." I began to explain my moment of stupidity.
"No, it's cute." Nick reassured me, taking a sip of his own coffee.
My face felt hot as my cheeks apparently turned a rosy color. "I'm so embarrassed" I couldn't help but to admit as I picked my head up.
"Don't be, for all you know I was just a guy who looked freakishly similar to myself…" that smile was still present upon his face.
"Pardon my asking, but what on earth are you doing here? I mean, I didn't think people knew about Purchase. Hell I didn't even know until I applied to school nearby." I asked curiously.
"I just happened to be in town, I was looking into attending a small college in town actually, maybe take a year or two off from music. It's amazing and all, but I want to start a new chapter in my life."
"Oh trust me, College is not like the movies. I haven't been to one kegger yet" I admitted.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't seem like the kind of girl who would want to." Nick folded his hands together.
I couldn't help but to stare forward at him curiously. "You know nothing about me Mr. Jonas, for all you know I'm a huge party girl who goes to sleep at four in the morning!" I exclaimed.
"Are you?" his lips tugged into smirk.
"No." I admitted sheepishly, a playful smile was upon my own lips.
"Well, Miss-Not-Party-Girl, you know my name, my occupation, and probably much more information about me, whereas I don't even know your name." His taunting voice was somehow charming, but maybe that was because I had been infatuated with him for years.
"Michelle," I began "my name is Michelle."
He began to hum a few lines to a very familiar song; it was none other than Michelle, by the Beatles. "Wow, original" I couldn't help but to tease.
"Hey, it's rare that I serenade girls within fifteen minutes of meeting them, consider yourself lucky." His tone was cocky, and I loved it.
"I just get that a lot" I winked, crossing one leg over the other.
"Oh?" He grinned.
"Yes. World renowned musicians sing that song to me all the time."
He rolled his eyes and I laughed. Sarcasm was my second language, as he had just learned.
"My dad sings it to me often, as does this girl in my art classes…"
"Don't forget Paul McCartney, he sings it to you all the time" Nick grinned, folding his arms over his chest.
"Who could forget Paul?" I returned the grin and took another sip of my quickly melting drink.
It felt like a minute had passed, but when I glanced down at my phone, it read 5:30, there were three missed calls – all from my father. He wanted to know where I was and why I hadn't texted him. "Oh man. I really have to go." I murmured, I didn't want to leave him, I feared I would never see Nick again.
"Do you need a ride or something?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.
I shook my head "No, but thank you. I commute to school, so I drove Mr. Feeny here." I began to explain and his face expressed his confusion. I had been calling my car by that name for so long that it was just my nature to call it Mr. Feeny instead of my car.
"You drove an old man to a coffee shop? Interesting." He teased.
"I see you're a boy meets world fan as well – no. I named my car Mr. Feeny."
"I'm just playing around" His smile was really captivating, never had I smiled so much than in his prescience.
"I really have go to" I stated again, a frown was upon my face, and I stood to my feet, about to gather my belongings.
"Wait," He took hold of my wrist, keeping me there in front of him.
I eyed him curiously as he composed himself, standing up as well.
"I don't know if you're free tomorrow…but I'd love if you could come to my show." His words lingered in my mind and I nodded my mind, this was all so surreal to me. Was Nick Jonas making an excuse to spend another evening with me?
"I think I'll be able to swing by" I joked "I may have some crazy party to attend though, you know me, nonstop party" I giggled lightly, picking up my bag. Nick gave me the location, and the time, and told me that I'd just have to give my name and everything would be taken care of. With that I was gone, with just the memories lingering in my mind. I just spend hours in a coffee franchise with Nick Jonas, my idol, the man who's music I had been listening to since I was twelve years old. Here we both were, grown up, and I had met him. And I kept my composure the whole time. I was completely shocked.