It was five minutes until three, and I was already waiting at the mall. I wanted to find something perfect just to meet the boys, and Stella was going to help me, I mean she was their personal stylist after all. But you know what really surprised me; is the fact that she was actually letting me meet them. Maybe it was because she was just trying to be nice to 'the new kid'. Or maybe she was just playing me, trying to get me amped up for it, then when I'm least expecting it, BOOM, she blows up my dreams like a balloon that was popped by a needle at the fair. Now I was questioning myself, and I didn't know who to believe; My own judgement, or someone that I'd just met.
"Hey," I heard and turned around to see Stella walking towards me. I stood up and half smiled. "Hey," I said back. "You ready?" she asked. "Yeah, but I just wanna know one thing," I said. "Are you just doing this because you feel sorry for the "new kid"? I need to know." I said, making air quotes around the words 'new kid'. She pressed her brows together and opened her mouth slightly. "Look, I feel bad for not telling you sooner, and I know you're mad at me, so I'm just trying to make it up to you." she said, sounding so serious and true. "Well, thanks." I said and smiled again. "No problem." she said and we walked off.
I actually had to admit it, but shopping with Stella Malone (I learned her last name from the couple hours we spent talking) was a lot better than I thought. She was actually really nice, and a total fashionista! She helped me pick out the perfect outfit, and I looked like a hottie in it, if I do say so myself. I guess you could almost say she's my new friend, and I needed a friend. And three more wouldn't hurt. Yes, I'm talking about Jonas, who else?
"Alyssa," I heard and turned to see Stella standing beside me. "What flavor do you want?" she asked. "Um, I'll have peanut butter." I said and Stella looked at the man behind the counter. We stopped at the ice cream shop for some frozen yogurt. "Thanks," we said as they handed us the cups and started walking down one of the many sidewalks in New Jersey.
"So, who do you like?" she asked so randomly. I looked at her and said, "What?" She rolled her eyes and looked at me. "I mean which JoBro do you like?" she said and took a small spoon full of her frozen vanilla yogurt. "Oh I don't know? I don't really pick favorites." I said, trying to make it sound convincing. I had totally picked my favorite two years ago. She looked at me with that face that says, "I know you're lying. Everyone has a favorite." I looked away and said, "Alright, fine. I do have a favorite." I looked back at her and she was smiling. "I knew it! So?" she said, acting really excited. I rolled my eyes. "Joe." I said and her smile faded. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. I'm perfectly fine. Why would you ask?" she said and I saw her frozen yogurt spilling out of her cup. "Oh, no reason, just that." I said and pointed to her over flowing mess. She looked at it and threw it away in a near by trash can. "Look, I know that Joe and I are not dating or anything like that. It's just, Joe is my best friend, and I want the best for him." She said with a serious look on her face. I knew she didn't like the fact that I had a crush on Joe, but there was nothing I could do about it. "Stella, I'm sorry this upsets you, but it's not like I can just get over him like that!" I said and snapped my fingers to make my point. "I know, I know. Just please don't tell him you like him. Please." she said and made a puppy dog face. I groaned and said, "Fine! But only because he's your best friend."
