Recognize this story? You should. It got caught by those stupid Jonabots! Okay. Someone help me make this point. The Jonas Brothers ARE HM characters. They officially became characters after Me and Mr. J...
So, please re-add the story. Re-review. I hope you love it as much as the second time. There's even a new chapter in it for you!
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Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose…
-Me and Bobby McGee, Kris Kristofferson/Janis Joplin
She looked amazing. She was just laying their, encompassed in grass. The sunlight reflected off the purple Ray-ban sunglasses that shielded her eyes from the bright midday sun. Nick Jonas had seen beautiful girls before, I mean, he was once one of those Tiger Beat poster boys, but those days had passed more than a decade ago.
For once, in a long while, he didn't know what to do. He could stand here and stare at her like a crazy person. He could go back into the Rest Area and pretend to be looking at the large map of Montana on the wall, and try to get up the nerve to talk to her. He could get back on his motorcycle, and continue on his journey back to California. Or he could go talk to her.
After a few more minutes, he decided on the latter, and slowly walked toward her. As he got closer, he noticed things he hadn't noticed from his stalker-distance earlier. Like the way her blonde hair splayed out behind her, or the way her fingernails looked short and uneven, unlike the manicured models he had become used to.
Lilly noticed as the shadowy figure appeared above her. She moved the sunglasses onto her head so she could get a look at the stranger. She recognized him, even though the years had fazed him from the boyish image that covered her walls in high school.
"Mr. Jonas, now what would you want with a girl like me?" she asked, as he was at a loss for words. He was caught up in her eyes, which had been hidden by dark glasses until only a moment ago.
"You know who I am?" he asked, finally able to speak.
"Sure, I bought all your CD's until you guys stopped releasing records. Those posters on my wall sort of gave you away."
She smiled and shielded her eyes from the sun, looking up at him.
"Really? That's a huge compliment for me!"
"I don't know why. I mean, you're hearing it from some girl at a rest stop."
"Not just any girl I'm sure," he said as held out his hand she shook it and he lay down next to her in the grass. It was cool, a relief from the heat of the leather seat he had been attached to for the last few hours.
"So, what is Nick Jonas doing in Montana?"
"I don't know. I was bored and I wanted to see Mt. Rushmore. Now I'm on my way back to Los Angeles. What about you?"
"Well, my boyfriend and I were living in Malibu, when I decided we should take a road trip, see the world. Well, to him I guess, that translated into 'I'm gonna get lucky' because he tried something and we got into this big argument, so what does he do? He waits until I have to pee, and drives off without me."
"How long ago was this?"
"That depends, what time is it?"
"Uh, 7:05," he said, looking at his watch. (Sorry guys, had to do it)
Lilly started singing the words to a certain song while Nick shook his head. He let out a chuckle, which caught her attention enough to stop her karaoke fest.
"Oh, then about nine hours," she said, managing to smile.
"You've been sitting here for nine hours?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I went to the bathroom a couple of times. And you know, had lunch at the vending machines."
"Why didn't you call someone to pick you up?"
She shook her head and smiled, "Silly Nick. We're in Mon-tan-a. I live in Cal-i-for-ni-a."
"I see your point. Well, what are you going to do?"
"Hitchhike probably, there's not much else to do is there?"
"Well, you know, I'm going back to California. Some company would be great…"
Nick sat up and leaned on his knees. Lilly didn't answer, not knowing if he was serious or not.
"Are you serious?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Um, because we've known each other for ten minutes and you don't even know my name?"
"What's your name?"
"Lilly"
Nick looked down at his watch, "Well, now I've known you for eleven minutes, and I know your name. Any objections?"
She shook her head as they stood up. The both wiped the back of their thighs before Nick led her over to his ebony black motorcycle. She noticed the light brown leather jacket he was wearing and was suddenly aware of her tank top and jeans. She couldn't complain though, how else was she going to get home.
Nick handed her a helmet, and she looked at his empty hands.
"Nick, where's yours?"
"In your hands," he said as he straddled the bike.
"Come on, you're the one who's helping me. If we crash…"
"Then we better not crash, right? Get on."
She took one last wary look before getting on the bike. Nick turned, and their faces almost touched.
"No pun intented, hold on," he said, a smiled making its way across his face.
"To what?"
"Me," he said, taking her arms and placing them snugly around his waist. She leaned into him.
"Where's the helmet?"
"On the back of the bike. If you trust yourself, I can trust you too"
"If you say so," he said, starting the bike and pulling back out onto the open freeway.
Lilly had ridden a motorcycle before, but never on the freeway. The cars sped past them, her hair flew in the air. She felt wild, free, excited. For once in her life she was being spontaneous. Everything in her life had been planned up until this point, and now it was changing. And it was changing with a Jonas brother. She wasn't complaining.
She held on tighter as Nick pushed the speed. She felt like she was flying. She pressed her face to his back. The deep leather smell of his jacket filled her nostrils. It was like a dream.
Hours, hours they rode like that. Neither spoke, not like it would have been easy to do, with the deafening sound of the wind as they drove.
They pulled off at an exit with a lone motel. They pulled in and got off the pike. Lilly staggered after getting off the bike, and Nick caught her. She looked up at him, their eyes connecting.
"You okay? We're gonna have to work on your road legs if we're going to make it all the way to California."
He half carried her into the office, laughing the whole way at her lack of balance.
"Two rooms please," Nick said once they got to the counter.
The middle aged woman at the counter looked at the computer screen and back up.
"We only have one room available. It's our Honeymoon Suite."
Nick and Lilly looked at each other. They both shrugged.
"We'll take it," Nick said as he got his wallet out. Lilly stopped him as she got hers out.
"Oh no, this one's on me. Derek forgot that I had his credit card," she turned to the lady at the counter. "Can you make sure it says 'Honeymoon Suite' on the statement?"
The lady nodded and handed her the key to the room. For some reason, Nick held onto her waist as she walked toward the door. She heard chuckling from the woman at the desk, and rolled her eyes. They weren't there…yet.
Lilly decided to walk to the room, which was at the other end of the parking lot, while Nick started the bike and slowly drove over. He leaned against the doorway as he waited for her. She finally got to the door and handed him the key.
It wasn't even a card. It was an actual old-fashioned metal key. It should have been a sign, but neither of them caught on.
Nick opened the door and started to laugh. The bedspread on the king size bed had a dark red rose pattern and there were large hearts pasted on the walls. Lilly walked over to the bed, which had a change slot to make it vibrate. She rolled her eyes, planning to save her change to wash her only set of clothes.
The lights started going out. She turned to look at Nick, who was playing with the light switch.
"It's a dimmer!" Lilly rolled her eyes and turned back around.
"I think it's meant to get us in the mood," Nick said as he snuck behind her and tickled her sides. She tried to slap his hands away, but he continued to tickle her.
"Nick stop!" he finally gave up and threw himself onto the bed.
"You're worse than Kevin, even when he does have Starbucks in his system."
"I'll try to take that as a compliment," she said as she went over to the window. They had a lovely view of the freeway, which was still littered with a few semis. She looked to the other side of the parking lot, where there was a small pool. It had a few lights, and a rusted fence surrounding it, but she didn't feel like being locked up in the love nest for the rest of the night.
"You want to go swimming?" she asked, turning to look at Nick, who was staring at the ceiling. He sat up and looked at her.
"I don't have a suit"
"I don't have anything! Just come on!"
He looked at her for a long moment, debating whether or not to surrender, but she gave him the best puppy dog pout he had seen a long time and he gave in. He set his jacket on the bed and nodded. She grabbed him and pulled him out the door. He was barely able to grab the keys of the table before she shut the door.
He was barely able to keep up with her as she ran for the pool. She threw open the gate and he was barely able to stop her before she dove into the water fully dressed.
"You can't go in with jeans on!" he said as he held onto her wrist.
She walked over to one of the lounge chairs and started to take off her tight skinny jeans.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" Nick said as he covered his eyes.
"I can't go in with jeans on!"
"Yeah, well…what do you have on under there?"
"Boy shorts…" she said as she finished taking of her jeans and jumped in. She drifted in the deep end as Nick slowly uncovering his eyes to see her in a long white tank top and not much else.
"Come on Nick! For crying out loud, I saw your butt when I was fifteen!"
His eyes went wide, "What are you talking about?"
"Okay, maybe not your butt, but the lower part of your back. I went to the Burning Up Tour. Shitty seats, but…"
"Wait, you saw us on tour?" Nick said as he finally started to unbutton his faded black skinny jeans.
"Yeah, like six times," she said, right before she dove under the surface to get her hair wet.
Nick started to laugh as he finally revealed a pair of gray boxer-briefs.
"What's so funny Fro Bro?"
"I found a fan girl!"
"Well, I finally answered the immortal question: Nick Jonas, Boxers or Briefs?"
He started to blush, before crawling down the ladder. The chilly water stung his skin and he suddenly turned into a thirteen-year-old girl.
"Ah! It's cold!"
"Oh man, I thought you were from Jersey? Doesn't it snow there?"
"Yeah, but I didn't go outside in a pair of skin tight boxers!"
"Stop whining, come here," Lilly said as she went toward the ladder to pry his fingers off the bar of the ladder.
"What are you going to do?" he said, slowly releasing the bar.
"I'm not going to do anything," she said convincingly as she pulled him to the deep end of the pool.
"Girls always say that before they…" he started before Lilly dunked him under the surface.
He came up sputtering, "What the hell was that for?"
"Is the water still cold?"
"Yes!" he said, water dripping down his face while he wrapped his arms close to his body.
She splashed water at him and he was done taking it. He waded over to the shallow end of the pool, knowing she would follow him. When they were waist deep, she splashed him again. She was having too much fun to notice the devilish smirk cross his face.
She came closer to taunt him, and he put his hands on her waist. She looked at him, confused, as he smiled. Within seconds, she was airborne. He threw her in the deep end, and she came up sputtering.
"Nick, that was mean!"
"So was dunking me!"
She still looked put out so he went over to her. On the way he noticed the way the underwater lights lit up her face. He noticed the way her eyes were the same color as the water that surrounded them. He noticed that she looked more beautiful than she had when he first saw her at the rest area.
He finally realized what was going on. He was falling for her, hard. And now she was taunting him with their lack of clothes.
He realized that he had stopped moving toward her. She noticed that something was wrong and came toward him. He had sort of gone into shock at her closeness.
She didn't help him as she stroked his face and neck, trying to bring him back to reality, which made it harder for him to breathe. He finally lost it as he brought her face to his and kissed her.
He was afraid that it was unwanted, but she started to kiss him back. His calloused hands ran along the soft skin on her stomach, under the wet tank top. He pressed her against the tiled edge of the pool as they started to kiss deeper, more passionately.
They were interrupted by a deep cough. Lilly looked up and blushed as Nick tried to turn. They were still WAY in each other's "hula hoop", but they were in a less prone position than they had just been in. There was a man standing at the gate, holding a ring of keys.
"I'm sorry folks, but I have to lock up the pool, it's after midnight"
"Oh sure, I'm sorry…" Lilly fumbled as she crawled out, trying to cover up as much as she could.
Nick followed, doing the same, but he was almost too ashamed to speak. He had just lost control. It had never happened before.
Lilly ran back to the room with her jeans in hand, but Nick held back, taking his time to cross the dark asphalt.
He stared at the silver band on his left hand and tried to think of a time when he had almost gone back on everything he believed in. The only incident was the one that took place almost a few moments ago.
He ran his hand threw his damp curls as he knocked on the door of the suite. She opened it, by now she had a white towel with the word 'hers' embroidered on in black thread.
She started to laugh. He just noticed how beautiful the sound was.
"What?" he asked as he slid through the small space between her body and the doorway.
"You look like a soggy poodle," she answered as she dead bolted the door behind him.
"I have been told that too often," he said, purposefully shaking his head in her direction. She shook her head before handing him the towel with 'his' embroidered on it.
He smiled before taking it and drying himself. She smiled as drops of water glistened on his brow, almost as bright as his chocolate brown eyes when they had looked at her in the pool. She had always had a weakness for chocolate.
She looked over at the large mirror on the far wall, trying to distract herself, but she caught Nick looking at her in the reflection. She looked down, trying to avoid his dark, wanting glance as she played with a loose string on the hem of her tank top.
"Catch," she heard from behind her, and she looked just in time to see a black shirt fall into her hands. It had a faded picture of Johnny Cash on the front. She looked up at Nick to see him going through a leather duffel bag.
"What's this?"
"One of my shirts, hang yours over the shower curtain to dry," he answered without looking up. She took this as a sign to leave the room, to leave Nick with his thoughts, so she went into the bathroom to change.
Nick couldn't stop thinking about how her touch drove him wild. He used this time alone to change into a pair of plaid boxers and a gray wifebeater.
She still hadn't come out, so he turned the TV onto Conan O'Brien and tried to avoid dirty thoughts.
He was the last of his brothers to get married, excluding Frankie of course, who was still in high school, well, home school, but he wasn't even eighteen yet, barely older than Nick had been when he had achieved stardom.
Joe had finally met Emma Watson during one of their headlining tours in Europe, and they now lived between London and L.A. with their son Robert.
Kevin had married a girl he met thanks to a magazine contest. They had twin girls, Dani and Demi. They lived in New York.
As for Nick, he still lived less than a block from his parents and Frankie, who was in a small, MySpace-y, indie band. He had a small, barely furnished apartment, of which the most prominent feature was a wall of gold and platinum records. He worked on and off, mostly songwriting, and lived mainly off royalties.
He was tired of being the bachelor brother. He wanted to be settled. He wanted to have more to go home to than a ferret. Was Lilly his chance?
He had always meant to fall in love, but he had expected it to happen slowly. He had always said that love at first sight existed, but now he was second guessing himself. Was he just being hormonal?
He heard the blower turn off in the bathroom and the knob turn. He watched as she came out, in his shirt, with her long strands of blonde hair lying limply on her shoulders. She looked up at him and bit her lip, trying to pull the shirt down farther. He had never seen anything sexier in his life.
He got up off the bed and walked over to her. He reached up to her face and ran his thumb along her jaw line. He softly put his lips against her, pulling away slowly, before walking into the bathroom.
Lilly slowly brought her fingertips to her lips. Was that real?
The kiss in the pool had been great, but it had been so…strong. She hadn't thought about it. Only Nick Jonas could make her have to THINK about a kiss.
Because the one he had just given her the best one of her entire life.
Well guys, this was a little idea I had will I was in Wisconsin and my entire family had to use certain 'facilities'. Yeah, I know, but I really liked the idea. Oh, and I was in a Jonas mood anyway, because I went to the 7.05 concert (yeah, I know!) and they were awesome. And I was on the Kevin side! Ahh…
So, here's the question, should this be a oneshot. It feels more like a story to me, and I have some ideas, but please review if I should leave it as is.
