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I accidentally posted the wrong chapter last time.

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And im sorry for the confusion ):

I gasped. My head was pounding. Partly from the embarrassment and the constant "what ifs" racking my brain, and partly from Nick's shoe imprint on my forehead I was sure I now possessed. He helped me up, giving me an apologetic look as I put a hand to my throbbing forehead.

"Nick Jonas! Who's the girl?!"

"Nick, does Miley know about this?"

"Nick! Where are Kevin and Joe?"

The reporter's constant questions made my head hurt even more. I grabbed Nick's hand and we both ran, as Kevin and Joe returned from the Burger King, not quite sure what was going on. We all ran toward the bus in a desperate attempt not to actually be tackled by the nagging paparazzi. Big Rob quickly came to our rescue as he stepped off the bus.

As the reporters now swarmed the window, Nick came over with an icepack and silently handed it to me. I put it on my forehead. Kevin, Nick, Joe and I watched through the tinted windows, Joe's grip on my shoulder getting tighter and tighter as the paparazzi asked question after question about the Mystery Jonas Girl.

When Big Rob finally got the reporters to leave, he asked if we were okay, and we were quickly on the road again. I could tell we all wanted to speak, but there was nothing to say. After several seconds, Nick silently stood up, picked up his guitar, and headed off to his bunk. This usually meant he was going to right a song. I got up and locked myself in the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. My shiny curly hair hung loose on my shoulders. I was still too skinny, and my eyes were still too bright. I was nothing special. But those reporters seemed to think I was. I was just a girl. With a couple of best friends, who happened to be national teen-idols. I shrugged. No one was perfect. I showered, and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a Yankees t-shirt Nick had bought me for my birthday a few months back. That was the only thing we disagreed on. I was a Red Sox fan, a sin in the world of Jonas. But I put the shirt on anyway.

As I made my way over to the lounge, I passed down the narrow hallway. I could hear beautiful strumming of the guitar coming from Nick's bunk. He was humming a melody. I decided not to bother him, and plopped myself down on the couch.

I didn't know what to expect the next day. Life as I knew it was going to change. I couldn't help from thinking, that this may have changed Nick, Joe, and Kevin's life too. Rumors would fly, and people would criticize, automatically assuming the untrue. Nick had been through this same situation once before with Miley. They never dated. It was a friendship taken to the extremes by magazines, reporters, and crazed fans.

I was not going to let that happen to us. We were best friends. We'd make it through …right?

I felt a silent tear fall down my cheek. I hugged my knees in close to my chest and let the tears fall. I heard shuffling behind me, and looked up to see Joe standing above me. He sat down next to me, as I wiped the tears off my face. We sat in silence for who knows how long, until he put his arm around my shoulder. I could tell he felt the same way I did. We'd always connected that way. I let myself bury my face in his chest, his chin resting on my head. I felt a gentle hand on my back. I looked up to see Nick sitting down on the other side of me.

"Nick...I'm so…" I was stopped short.

"I know. I promise it's gonna be okay," he said.

That was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

Whatever the next day brought us, I felt I was ready. We were ready. Kevin, Nick, Joe and I were strong. I wouldn't let rumors come between our friendship.

I hoped Nick was right.

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