Jonas Brothers were Your WHAT??
Chapter 1: Wait…Do I Know You?
I was checking the clothes at American Eagle (I know labels aren't important, but clothes that look nice are) when a delicious aroma wafted by. I just had to follow it out of the store to the food court and that's when I saw it! "I have to say that this looks pretty good and I'm not just being nice." I was staring at this huge tray of Taco Bell my mom was magically balancing with 4 other bags from other stores strapped on her arms.
"Since when have you liked Mexican?" my mother asked. "Since forever! I mean next to Indian…or Vietnamese…no wait Chinese, it's my favorite thing to eat out!" We went to a bench and began to eat. I was digging in to this amazing cheesy-beefy-buritto-thing when someone or should I say some people, freakin' ran into our bench and squeezed in between me and my mom.
"I think we managed to avoid them," said the tallest of the three "let's try not flirting with girls in the mall until we have at least one bodyguard." They were all wearing hoodies and hats that pretty much covered their faces and they seemed oblivious to the fact that they were kinda ruining lunch.
"Ummm… I understand that you are running away from some people, but, and excuse me for my rudeness, you are really interrupting my burrito time." I whispered rather rudely.
All three of them jumped when heard my voice and I noticed they all looked away.
The 2nd tallest said "Sorry about that. Hehe…uh we gotta go!" and then the shortest (and presumably the youngest) quickly stepped in and said "What he means to say is, sorry for interrupting your lunch and please excuse our quick exit."
I really didn't care whether they said sorry, but now I was curious about their little plan. "Seeing as you bothered me so, I don't suppose it would be too much too ask for an explanation on why you are running away?" I innocently asked.
"Wha..? Oh….jeez. Um…. yeah well, I umm… well we're kinda, maybe the Jonas brothers" The tallest one said in a whisper.
"THE JONAS BROTHERS!! OH MY GOD!" my mom yelled (Talk about embarrassing).
"SHHHHHHH!!" The tallest one hissed. "Mom how do you know, never mind I don't even want to know. But anyways, Jonas…Jonas… I recognize that name. Wait…do I know you?" Then it hit me.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the doll stealing Nicholas Jonas! And Joseph and Kevin, of course " I said "Pardon me? Doll stealing…. I haven't even touched a doll in, ummm like 7 years. Wait, how do you know my name?" Nick asked.
"Think about it. 8th birthday. Marissa." I said with a mysterious voice. "WHOA! Hey guys its Marissa from next door! And if I forgot when I was 8, sorry about that." Nick said.
"I must be dreaming! The rock star gods themselves remember little old me! And an apology! I better right this down as the most influential day of my Jonas Brothers obsessed life" I pretended to swoon and they all seemed a bit taken back.
"Well we're glad that we could, uhh help, with that…" Joe stuttered. I burst out laughing and I swear I almost peed. "I'm just kidding! To be honest, I don't really listen to your music, no offense; it's just not the kind of music I like." I said.
Strangely they didn't seem to mind and I spent the remainder of lunch talking to them. "So how long have you guys been living in L.A?" I asked "I think 2 years and a month." Nick said. "Nice of you guys to forget to look me up! But besides that, how did you guys get so big! I mean Nick, really I was taller than you by a good three inches and now you're HUGE!" I exclaimed.
"Well besides 7 years, umm… milk and genetics." He said with a quick smile. "Well now that we have finished this friendly chit-chat time to get down to business. What are you doing this Friday?" I was mildly surprised to hear this. "Well after golfing with Prince William and having an interview with Brad Pitt, I'll be at home from noon on." I answered sarcastically.
"Good so you're free. I-oof," Kevin elbowed Joe in the ribs "I mean we would really like to see you and," glancing at my mom (she's still staring and drooling at them by the way) "your mom again." I thought about it quickly and said "Sounds….good. Here's my number." We exchanged cell numbers (my mom's as well) and then they basically ran through the mall to the exit.
Wow I just met the Jonas Brothers…again.
