Disclaimer: I do not own the Jonas Brothers... :(
I am laying on my bed, blasting my iPod. My mom always complains that I will blow out my eardrums but I am past caring. I stopped caring much about anything after that day.
It is the beginning of summer and already I have spent a week and a half in my room. My mom tried to persuade me to go meet new friends in the neighborhood. No way, I don't need more creeps to know where I live. She tried to get me to spend time in the pool playing and tanning. No way, I feel too exposed in bathing suits.
I don't know if I already told you this but I love to write songs. It is kind of a secret passion of mine. I have written one about what happened to me. I sing it to myslef sometimes when the pain gets to great to bear.
I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
I's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
I soon as I strummed the last chord on my guitar I heard my mother's voice call out from my closed door. I groaned, "What?" I snapped. I had been in a zone and my mother just comes and ruins it.
"Get ready. We are going out to eat. Dress classy, and for Pete's sake it is in the middle of summer, do not wear longleeves. Wear one of your new summer dresses I spent a lot of money on for you." I rolled my eyes.
"Fine! Whatever Mom."
"We are leaving in 40 minutes." I listened as her footsteps became quieter and quieter.
I bounced off of my bed and looked in my closet. I was in a dark mood so I skipped over the dark colors. I am sure you are like, "what!? people in dark moods wear dark colors." Well, I am totally opposite. If I am in a dark mood, I make sure to wear something bright, pastel, flowing, and girly. But that doesn't mean that if I am wearing dark clothes I am in a bad mood. AH! It is too hard to explain! Moving on.
I put one of my one-piece bathing suits on and stepped into the shower. Ever since I had found out he had been watching me going to the bathroom and taking a shower, I always wear a bathing suit and take a super fast shower.
After my shower, I quickly blowdried my hair. After that I straightened it. I was going to leave it like that but I decided to go even farther. I painstakingly curled my hair. I pulled some of it back but left some framing my face.
I decided to appease my mother so I pulled out a a pretty yellow strapless dress with a wide white band that went right under my chest. I would definitely be wearing a white sweater with that. In the end, though, I opted for a coral pink dress that had spaghetti straps. It is hard to explain, but it was fitted to my torso but then flowed with different layers, alternating the coral pink with a coral pink with lace over it and it ended two inches above my knee. (A/N: confusing I know, but it's a gorgeous dress.)
I carefully put foundation on my face. Then, I delicately curled my lashes, put mascara, and eyeliner. I gave myself a dramatic smoky eye. Hey, I may be a brunette, but I can pull it off. I put in some diamond studs and a matching necklace. I sprayed some Vera Wang Princess; put on some lipgloss that matched my dress; grabbed my white clutch and I was ready to go.
On my way out I slipped on a pair of stilleto's. I walked quietly down the stairs, not wanting my heels to "clack" on the hardwood stairs. I paused as I heard my mom's voice.
"I am worried about her, Howard." I heard my mother say. "I feel like I can't reach her anymore."
Tears filled my eyes as I listed to my mother's voice catch with emotion. I have to try harder to get over what had happened to me.
You need to move on! I tried to convince myself. I blinked away my tears and "clacked" down the rest of the stairs.
"Honey, is that y-" I almost cried again when my mother sighed, put her hand to her heart, and gave me a quivering smile. "You look so gorgeous, honey!" She gave me a tight hug, I felt a tear slip out of the corner of my eye as I squeezed her back with all my might. I had been so selfish, how could I not have seen my mother hurting like this. "Oh dear, now I have gone and mussed your hair. She nervously fixed some invisible mistake in my hair. "Oh, Howard, let me take a picture of her!" I laughed nervously, as I told you before, camaras bothered me. But, I am trying to be unselfish and trying to work past the pain. She literally sprinted to the office that held all our digital camaras. As she left, my dad pulled my into a one-armed hug. He pressed a kiss to my temple and whispered,
"You look very beautiful, angel." I hugged him back. He was the only man I feel comfortable with. He always called me angel, I don't know why. I asked him one time and he said because I was perfect. I just laughed. My mother came hurrying back holding a camara.
"Here, Mom, come be in the picture with me! I feel so alone taking the picture by myself." I said, holding out hand. If it was possible, her smile got a little brighter. She thrusted the camara at my dad and hurried over. We had fun, doing different poses until finally my dad said we were going to miss our reservations. I linked my arms with my mom and we walked to the car, trailing behind my dad. My mother is really pretty. She has honey blonde hair matched with emerald eyes. She looks really young. She is one of those really slender mothers who are smaller that their daughter. I used to resent that but I have moved on. She is also a few inches shorter than me. My dad towers over both of us at 6'3".
We pulled into the restaurant parking lot in our silver Mercedes. Also in the parking lot was a black stretch limo. "I wonder who the big shot is?" I wondered outloud. This was a pretty popular place for celebreties to come; it was a very posh place. There were many people waiting inline for a table. My family and I breezed right by them.
"Hello, Pierre." My father greeted the man at the reservation table.
"Oh, Mr. Malone, we have been expecting you. Come right this way." He led us to a three-sided booth. I slid around to the middle section while my parents sat opposite of each other. I scanned the restaurant. My eyes were drawn to the table across the room. It was a family. I watched them interact with a smile unconciously playing on my lips. The father and the eldest son seemed to be in deep conversation. The mother was looking at the menu and occasionaly looking up and chuckling at her sons antics. The youngest and another boy with midnight dark hair and mischievous eyes seemed to be coloring on something, most likely the kids menu. He would occasionaly tickle the little boy or say something to make him laugh. I couldn't hear. I couldn't see what the last one was doing, he was sitting with his back to me. As the woman began to tilt her head up I averted my gaze. I did not want her to think I was some creepy stalker.
I gave a little jump when my parents called my name. I gave them a little smile. Then I saw him. Our waiter. He seemed young twenties, pretty good-looking. He grinned at me and gave me a slight wink; it gave me the chills. I averted my gaze. "I will have a glass of water with a lemon, a garden salad to start, and then a medium-well steak with mashed potatos for my main course." I said loud enough for him to hear me. I handed him my menu. I just know he brushed hands with me on purpose. He brought back our drinks and me and and my mom's salad.
"Can I get you anything else folks?" He addressed my parents but I could feel his gaze on me. I kept my head bent.
After he left, I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. I could barely walk from shaking so much. I rounded the corner and BAM! I knocked into somebody and we both hit the floor with a thud. I heard a slight groan and immediately rolled off the body I was on top of. A pair of chocolate eyes met my own. Oh my gosh. I quickly stood up. He did the same.
"I am so sorry!" I stammered.
"No, no, it was my fault. I should have been watching where I was going." He shook his head. A chunk of his hair fell across his eyes; I fought the urge to brush it back. "Hey, I am Joe. What is your name?" He smiled and held out his hand. I eyed it warily. I unconciously began to back away. "I am sorry, did I do anything to offend you?" I said nothing, flashbacks clouding my mind, controlling me. I ran back to my booth, to the safety of my parents.
Joe's POV:
"Ugh." I groaned. I had just ran into somebody. And they were on top of me. I felt air finally enter my lungs as the person rolled off of me.
I looked into the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.
She stood up hastily; I did the same. She was no doubt the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I am not sure what I did but when I introduced myself she started to back away. The most hauting fear entered her eyes and was apparant on her face. She took off running back where she came from.
I made my way back to the table where my family was sitting and eating. As soon as I sat down Frankie asked me to cut up his chicken fingers. I gave him a grin and nodded, picking up his fork and knife.
I felt a pair of eyes watching me. I looked up quickly and met that mysterious girls gaze for a milisecond before she turned to her parents and started talking to them.
I smiled; at least she didn't hate me. I finished cutting Frankie's food and started on my own. I become caught up in the family discussions we were having. I was having a great time talking and laughing with my family, but the entire time her face was in my mind. The plain fear in her eyes confused me and I wanted to know what was going on. Did she need help? I watched her pick at her steak and then watched her twist her hands nervously under the table, all with a blank expression on her face. Were her parents totally oblivious? She seemed lost in her own world, her parents talking around her.
"Joseph, let's go." My Dad's voice broke through my thoughts. I stood and put my fitted black suitcoat on and headed to the entrance. Right where I had run into the girl, I felt my foot kick something. It was a small white clutch. It had to have been hers. I looked at her booth. It was empty. I looked around quickly just in time to see them leave the front door. I ran after them; the rest of my family in the car. I saw her get in a silver Mercedes and drive away. I sighed. I hopped in my car and we drove off.
"I think one of the families from the restaurant lives in our neighborhood." I heard my mom state, talking to my dad..
"What?" I interjected.
"We have been following the same silver Mercedes the entire car ride." My mom explained. Inexplicably, my mood became a whole light brighter. If we lived in the same neighborhood, then I will meet her, then we will become friends, and then I will ask her out, and then it will be true love, and then after she finishes college we will get mar- whoa! Slow down lover-boy! First things first, find the mysteriously gorgeous girl...how do I do that?
My dad pulled into our garage. Our parents headed off to bed after they tucked Frankie in. Kevin, Nick, and I stayed up awhile to play Guitar Hero.
"Do you guys want to help me locate this girl in the neighborhood that Mom said was at the restaurant?" I sked Kevin and Nick during a break in the game. They shrugged. "She's really pretty!" I coaxed.
"I'm in!" Nick exclaimed.
"What do we have to do?" Kevin asked.
They formed a huddle and Joe told them the plan. "That is your brilliant plan?" Kevin asked unbelievingly. "That is so- so- lame."
"Hey, it will work!" Joe and the other brothers went to bed.
Joe went to bed dreaming about a certain girl with gorgeous brunette curls and sad eyes. Little did he know the same girl went to bed, dreaming about a certain boy with melt-your-heart chocolate eyes and devastating smile.
A/N: Nobody's Home by Avril Lavigne. Please review!