Authors Note: After all the really nice reviews I got, I decided to continue the story! I hope it keeps up to all you guys' expectations!
Disclaimer: I made the Miley Cyrus songs Hannah Montana songs, so I don't get in trouble…cough cough jonabiotics cough cough. And I do not own the Jonas Brothers, Hannah/Miley etc. etc. etc.
As soon as I was out that door, bam it hit me like a ton of those red bricks. I couldn't dig myself out of this highest ditch…this madness. Hannah really knew what she was talking about.
The night swept me in with the wind. I heard the heavy doors slam shut behind me and I walked out of the venue. Instinctually, I put my head down and took out sunglasses from my jacket pocket. It did absolutely no good. I heard screams getting closer from around the corner. The "rejects", I liked to call them, the girls who couldn't get tickets, had spotted me. I took off at a run in the opposite direction. My hood fell off and began flopping about behind me, and the shrieks got louder as the fans caught a glimpse of my "luscious locks of chocolate brown hair".
Frustrated, I snatched my RayBans off my face and tossed them carelessly into the street in front of me. Eventually, I blocked the screaming from my ears. I gathered my strength and pressed forward, but not before hearing the crunch of my sunglasses beneath my feet. My eyes became fogged with the wind blowing in them. I remembered the first time I had worn those white RayBans. The Teen Choice Awards, 2007. She had been wearing a blue sequin dress. My breathing became thicker, heavier, just like the weight of my heart every time I saw her. Have you ever wanted to just melt into the ground? I always thought that'd just be easier. It could be as if I never was. But my fing feelings always got in the way of just leaving.
As I paced the streets, I desperately racked my brain trying to remember which city we were in tonight. Last night we were in Ohio…tomorrow we're in Pennsylvania…right…Chicago. I heard it was called the Windy City, but so far, all I had seen was a lot of buildings and random painted cows on the streets. I slowed to a walk and looked over my shoulder. The screaming fans were missing, probably taken a wrong turn somewhere. People seemed to be oblivious to my presence. I found it oddly refreshing and immediately thought my brothers would love it too. I felt a pang in my stomach when I think about how I last left my little brother.
It was a nice day, a bright blue sky full of big, puffy white clouds. Ironic enough, I felt my mood begin to change as I distracted my uncomfortable thoughts with these new ones. I walked along the sidewalk until I got to a modern looking park. More memories flooded my mind when I saw it. This was the same park we had filmed our Mandy music video back when we were just starting out. Millennium Park.
God, how long had it been since I had spoken to Mandy? A couple months by now…Some old friends of mine told me she had another new boyfriend…she was preparing to go to college…beginning yet another of her chapter of her life. I was still here. The problem was, when you were living the dream, that dream got old fast.
I smiled as I thought of the different things my brothers and I had encountered between now and when we filmed Mandy. Girls came and went, but my brothers and I stayed tight. I could always count on them when teenage angst got the better of me. What do I have now?
I continued walking, until I came to the exact spot of the video. The Big Bean of Millennium Park. Just a big bean-shaped mirror, where nothing went unseen. I walked up to it, remembering the last time I had. I had two others by my side. Now I had none. The irony killed me and made me chuckle at the same time. I closed my eyes to think about the things that always made me chuckle.
I'd taken things like that for granted. Maybe that was my biggest problem; I went through everything so fast that I passed most things by. How else could I explain how I was this predicament now? I didn't know I cared so much about her until the opportunity passed her by. I opened my eyes to look at myself.
But my eyes found her. Standing several yards behind me, but clearly looking at me. Her arms were crossed, she was still wearing her Hannah wig, but her eyes were not angry, not even upset. There was just a thirst to understand inside them. She subtly gestured me over. My mind stayed where it was, but my legs carried me to her.
"Joe, I need to talk to you."
"How did you get here?" I half-snapped, half-asked her. I wanted to reach out for her, but new it would only cause more trouble. A smile played on my lips. I couldn't help myself. Despite my better wishes, she made me smile. She was so close I could see her eyes with crystal clarity. I longed to get closer…
"Talk to me and I'll tell you." She turned on her heels and walked off, expecting me to follow. I didn't hesitate. I followed close behind her, leaving my problems where they were. To stare themselves down in the mirror, like that would make them go away.
So this was basically just a filler chapter…that I really hoped you enjoy! I got a lot of nice reviews for the last chapter so…keep em' coming! I'll try to update sooner next time! Tell me what you think in review form!