"Rachel! Rachel! Rachel! Wake up!" I heard my best friend yell. "What the hell Joe? It's only 6:30 in the morning!" I said irritably; I HATE morning. "Guess what Rachel?" He yelled excitedly while jumping on my bed. God, sometimes he acted like a 5 year old. "You're going to get off me now?" I guessed as he collapsed on top of me. "No," he smiled slyly "IT SNOWED!"
I should probably tell you how we got here right? Well, my name is Rachel Smith and as long as I can remember, we've leaved across the street from the Jonas Family. The Jonas' have three sons, Kevin Jonas, the oldest, Joseph Jonas, my best friend and secret crush, and Nicholas Jonas, the "stud-muffin" of the family.
For as long as I can remember Joe has been fascinated by Christmas. I never exactly saw what the great thing about it was. It gets cold, it snows, and a fat guy comes down your chimney. I mean don't get me wrong. Getting presents are great and what kid would hate a holiday you get off school for? But, there's never been a real sparkle about Christmastime for me. However, this year Joe seemed set to change that.
"No way," I said "frozen rain? WOW!" Joe looked a little put out by that and I felt bad about making him sad. "I'm sorry Joe it's just that I don't see what's so great about Christmastime." "I'm going to change that this year!" he declared with a twinkle in his eye. "Joe…" I started "What are you planning?" "Oh, you'll see" he said in a sing-song voice. That scared me. Surprises from Joe were never good. One year he gave me a surprise present for my birthday, it was socks. But, it's the thought that counts right?
"Wrapped around your finger, always in my mind, the days would blend 'cause we stayed up all night" Joe's phone began. "Yeah, you and I were everything, everything to me. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW!!" Joe sang along. "Shut up Joe!" I yelled, covering my head with my pillow. Joe just laughed and answered his phone. "Hello? Hey Kev. Yeah, tell Mom I'll be right there." "Ohhhh Rachel, my mom says it's time for breakfast." "Mmmmphhh" I said from under my pillow. "Someone's grumpy today…" Joe started "I bet that pancakes al la Mama J would help?" I was instantly out of bed and looking for clothes. "Joe! Where's my Red Sox sweatshirt?" I yelled looking frantically through my closet. "You mean my Red Sox sweatshirt?" he asked.
"Well technically, it's mine now because you let me borrow it and I've grown rather attached" I smiled "It might be taking your place as my best friend soon." He smiled and laughed a little. "You can have it," he said "It looks better on you anyway." We both blushed at his statement and I look down at my feet awkwardly. "Aha! There you are!" I cried grabbing it off the floor and putting it on. I looked up to find Joe observing me in amusement. "What?" I asked indignantly. "Nothing," he replied "let's go get breakfast."