Standing out in the crowd Chapter 3: and now she's mine, a misc. tv shows fanfic

This story is dedicated to chibiyugixyami, an awesome girl!
I do not own Jonas, obviously and I don't even own Arabell, obviously.
I do own the plot though. And the song note-pad at the end :)…
enjoy,

Nick PoV

"Nick! Nick!" Joe yelled as I rushed out of the restaurant. "Come back here, what are you doing?!"

I didn't listen and just fought my way through the paparazzi.

"What happened Nick?"
"Can you stand still for a minute?"
"Once second Nick, our viewers have questions."

And so on and so on. They even followed me, but I'm not three points shy of a genius for nothing…

So I lost them, somewhere in a dark alleyway. Okay, I ran away until they lost track at me. Still counts.

In the alley, I sunk down till I was sitting against the particular dirty wall. I looked at the purse, praying there would be a clue to where she lived in there as I opened it.
I was a lucky guy. Her wallet was in there, an address scribbled down on the inside. I even found her keys!
I smiled, something to see very rare on my face, but becoming very common when I was thinking of her…
What was it with that girl that she kept changing my habits…?

I stuffed everything back into the purse, ran my hands through my hair and walked out the alleyway. Whistling.

Arabell PoV

I arrived at my apartment, tears, witch were so rare to me, still streaming down my face. I wanted to grab my keys out of my purse and cursed.
I left my purse at the restaurant and there was NO way that I was going back now!

"Mom!" I yelled, punching the door, harder then I had to.
Surely enough, my mom opened the door, very surprised. "Honey, you're early, what's…?" She began, but I stormed past her without answering.
I ran to my room, my mom shouting: "Arabell! Arie! Come back here. What are you doing!?" Behind me.
I slammed my bedroom-door closed, kicked of my heels and threw myself on my bed.
I didn't want to cry, not over this guy I barely knew. Not over this guy I barely had a crush on.

Talking about impossible celebrity-crushes.

"Honey, are you okay? What happened?" My mom asked, through the door, smart enough not to open it.
"Please go away mom, I don't want to talk."
She left after that and I went back to sob into my fireball the pony-pillow.
Why did I cry over him? I barely knew him and he had been rude to me half the time I knew him!
I had lived before Nick Jonas and I could damn well live after Nick Jonas.

Then why is there that feeling saying you can't?

Shut up, inside voice, I don't want to talk to you either.

Why is there the feeling I wanted to know him, I wanted to cry over him.

Seriously, shut up.

Why is there the feeling of… love?

I groaned, slamming a pillow into my face… "Aaarg!"

You. Are. Not. Falling. For. That. Writers. Block. Blaming. Jerk!

Sorry to say so, but yes you are.

I threw the pillow away, it slamming against the wall across from me, throwing a few magazines from the shelves.
Naturally one of them fell open on a Jonas-brothers poster.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn." I cursed, letting my head fall over the edge of my two-persons and thus very big bed in the middle of my square room.

"Honey?" My mum asked again.

"Mwhjeah?" I said. Still observing the wall upside-down.

"I have to go to work, you sure you'll be fine?"

"Yes, I'm okay. I've been alone here before." I forced out of my throat. "Don't worry."

"Okay then, don't go sleeping too late!" She said. "Bye darling."

"Bye mom."

She left and I was once again home alone in our way to big apartment.
I wasn't objecting though; my mom was a very successful doctor (thank god for clumsy me) she loved her job and made good money out of it, even if it meant annoying late-night shifts.

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. The thinking about a certain black-curled, brown eyed, lyric-genius, drop-dead gorgeous guy…

I reached out to my drawer and grabbed my phone, pressing speed dial.

"Hello?" came the sleepy voice on the other line.
"Hey Macy, it's me." I said, slightly smiling. Until I remembered how he looked slightly smiling.

"What is it?" She said, catching up with me like she always did so fast.

"Your Jonas Brothers…"

"Huh?" Macy replied, obviously confused.

So I explained what happened to me this night. About my encounter with him in the stadium, them coming to the restaurant, his strange stares, my accident…

"Misa clumsiness?" Macy asked, knowingly.

"Strangely, no." I said, wondering about that myself, now that I had calmed down a bit. "It was just him, the way he looked at me, like he was angry and upset by me. I just lost my concentration."

"That's strange for you." She said. I heard some sound on the other side. Knowing she was grabbing something to eat from their fridge, the phone probably tucked between her ear and her shoulder.
"I know, I have no Idea what was going on with him, but somehow we ended up in the store together. Him giving me first-aid."

"Okay. We're getting to it I believe."

"Yeah, well. We sorta got in a fight…" I explained, chewing my lip.

"Sorry? You got in a fight with Nick Jonas? One of the most controlling persons I know?"

"Yeah, he completely blew up on me."

Silence.

"You know me to well, okay; I kinda blew up on him too."

"Thank you. So what did you fight about?"

"About his weird behaviour and my falling down because of him."

"Doesn't really sound like a fight to me."

"He also blamed me for his writers block and bringing him out of balance. He even said he expected to write a hit about me and then suddenly he can't and he blames me for messing with his head. So I kinda said his concerts and songs were lame and then he told me I didn't understand it and… I don't know Macy, why does this hurt me so much?"

"Do you think you maybe… you know…" Macy tried, but I interrupted her.

"I do NOT have a crush on Nick!" I shouted through the phone. "I just want him to get of my mind and to…"

"Kiss you senseless?"

"Macy!"

"Sorry, sorry!" She laughed. "Hey, do you want me to come over with a big bowl of ice-cream?" She then asked apologetic and knowing exactly what I would need in such a moment. Still I declined.

"No thanks Macy, you did enough just by being there for me. That's more then he did." I said, smiling softly.

"Okay then, dancing and baking it is then?" she said, once again showing how well she knew me.

"Probably."

"Take care."

"Will do, bye…"

"See you."

We hung up and I threw my phone away, it landing softly on my blankets as I rose up and got changed, Macy was right; I should just go do what I always did when I was sad.

So I grabbed my Ipod, dressed in some sweat pants and a shirt and walked out of my room slowly. I connected the Ipod to the radio and put the volume rather high. (Thank god we had an apartment with sound-proof walls, thanks to my guitar and violin playing)

Then I went to the kitchen and grabbed some bowls.

Music and cookies it was.

Nick PoV

I walked toward the building the address described. My hands in my pocked, wondering why I was doing it again.

Right, because her pretty face stood out in the crowd, because she was so… unreachable and had hit me so hard, just by existing. Because I didn't wanted anything else then just to see her again, tell her just how much I loved her, already, through those little moments I had with her.
If she didn't want me, it would be a sad song, but I could live with that.
I didn't want to think about the other thing, that she might like me too. She had made perfectly clear she didn't like me, that she only came to hear my music because Macy forced her.

I walked up the stairs, to anxious to take the elevator.

I reached the door to her house and hesitantly grabbed the keys from her purse; grateful she wasn't like me and kept them in her pocket.
I opened the door; witch was locked and let myself in. Still doubting if this was a good idea.

I stood in a quite large living room/kitchen in one. A pale wooden floor and big windows that, in day-light, would make this place big and full of light.

From somewhere at my right music played rather loud, witch explained why the girl in front of the kitchen-counter hadn't noticed me.

She was swaying her hips to the beat of Why says you can't go home. Sweat-pants low on her hips, dancing to it in an almost hypnotic way.

I smiled; it was utterly adorable to see. I let my took off my coat and softly laid it on a chair, along with my scarf and walked over to her.

I watched her as she worked on something, dancing while doing it and couldn't help but sneak my arms around her waist and singing the lyrics in her ear:

"Who says you can't go back, been all around the world and as a matter of fact. There's only one place I want to go. Who says you can't go home?"

She jumped and turned around, scared at first, but relaxing when she recognised me. Still pressed against me, her eyes wide, she asked the basic question:
"What are you doing here?"

I smiled. "I came to bring you back your purse." I waved with said black object. "And to apologise."

She stared at me, kind of suspicious now. "Why? Why would you want to apologise to me? I thought you hated me?"

"I don't, how could I hate you. You're fascinating, the only reason I can't write a song about you is because you are such a mystery to me and I like that, in a way. It has never happened to me and it confirms what I thought before."

The music changed, to a song I knew very well. Turn right. Maybe she hadn't come just because of Macy after all.

I slightly started dancing to it, dragging her along a little. She smiled, dancing with me.

"Witch is?" She asked.

"That you stand out in the crowd." I answered, turning her.

"That's actually a good thing?"

"Of course it is, you're special, at least to me." I said, completely honest.

"Seriously?" An eyebrow was raised and I laughed.

"Seriously."

Arabell PoV

okay, heavy fairy-tale moment. But I was willing to take it, his eyes spoke nothing but truth and given, he looked really good in just the white shirt. He danced with me and well, it was wonderful.

"You're quite amazing yourself." I said.

"Really."

"You snuck into my house after stealing my purse."

"I didn't steal it. You forgot it." He butted in.

"Shh. I mean, you made me fall down and okay, you made me cry."

"What… I."

"Shh." I hit him softly. "That's quite amazing to me."

He laughed again. "Not the amazing I was hoping for, but I can live with it."

Yeah, it was quite the fairy-tale night. Eventually we ended up on my bed, but not in the way you would think. Just talking, laughing and explaining what exactly had happened this night.

Eventually, he grabbed my guitar and improvised a song:

"I don't know what came over me
Because I'm not really sure what I see
she's clumsy yet graceful
She has the fire and is beautiful
I never seem to get her
but there's nothing better

She's a girl to figure out
the one that stands alone in the crowd
She's calm and wild and free
She's everything to me
I'm in love with the girl and her note-pad
I'm in love at first glance, ain't it sad?

We screamed and we fought
we sang and we laughed
I'm hating the tears on her face
I love the way she laughs with grace
Nothing about her I seem to get
She understands me perfectly and yet

And now as I'm sitting here
gone is all my fear
of ever losing her
I don't care that I don't get her,
it's fine
cause I know, she's mine

She's my girl to figure out
My one that stands alone in the crowd
She's calm and wild and free
She's everything to me
I'm in love with my girl and her note-pad
I was in love at first glance, ain't it sad?"

When he was done, I told him: "You're amazing." And kissed him.

~Fin~

I'm getting better with the fluff thing. Or am I?
Well anyway, hope you enjoyed it! Love you! Bye bye.