I'd swim the Ocean for you

Chapter 4: I'd swim the Ocean for you

Looking outside, the weather wasn't exactly screaming 6hr flight. Infact, it was more screaming "stay home and don't go to Portugal". The clouds were dark and it was raining. There were no cars outside. Actually, there were no signs of any human life. Looking outside, you could tell that it was 5:30 am on a Saturday.

Perfect. I close my curtains and go to my washroom, drowsy and slumbery. Turning on the taps of my shower, I slowly take off my clothes. Stepping inside the shower, I allow the scourching water rush over my body. It engulfs me under its burning sensation as I flutter away into my own world. Soon the scent of coconut and lime shampoo fills the walls of the shower. It takes me away and soon enough I forget that I'm leaving my family, friends and Nick. Tears start to roll down my eyes and not before long they are rolling down my eyes. I'm leaving Nick for 8 months. I start to sob. These aren't normal tears however. They are full of frustration, hurt, guilt, depression and love. Grow some strength Kelse. You have to tell him. You might not get the chance later on. You are in love with Nick Jonas. Don't you get it? He has to know. He might understand. I turn off the tap and grab my towel. I wrap the fuzzy material around my body. Taking my shower gel and shampoo I go and place it inside my red travel bag.

Going inside the closet I will be gone from until Christmas holiday, I look for the perfect outfit. All of my comfort clothes that I would live in if I could, were packed away. When I get to the Portuguese airport I have to meet with the dean of administration I remind myself. Joe Luizo was noth just the dean of administration. He was also my aunts new husband. I guess who could say he was my new uncle. I would be staying with them during my schooling, and I guess you could say I was excited. It was going to be a whole new experience. Something that I never done before. It sent a chill down my spine, and anxiousness arouse deep inside of me. Looking through all my clothes I found something comfortable, yet professional. I picked up my dark blue skinny jeans and gold flats. Where is that top? Throwing my tops everywhere I found the one I was looking for. There it is! I picked up my lucky blouse. Why is it lucky? It's more special then lucky. Nick gave it to me for my 18th birthday in July. He told me that it would bring me luck for my interview the day after. I can still hear the exact words he said to me.

"Kelse. That shirt is going to bring you luck. I can feel it. I mean look at it. It's perfect, and it brings out the sparkle in your eyes." It was a deep green short sleeve pleated chiffon blouse with satin trim and a self belt. It alsow had a ruffled placket trim. It was perfect. It was perfessional. It was from Nick.

I changed into my chosen outfit. I made my way over to my vanity and worked on my face. Blow drying my hair, I grabbed moose and crunched up my curls making them flow nicely. I grabbed my black framed D&G glasses and gold bracelet. To top it all off, I put on the finishing touches to my outfit, the gold cupcake necklace from Joe. It was a birthday gift for when I turned 16. He told me it symbolized the sweetness I brought into his life. That Joe, he's so cheesey but I love it.

Taking one last glance at my reflection, I grabed my suitcase, oversized gold purse, and letter for Nick. "Good-bye room! See you in December!" Making my way downstairs I could smell the swift aroma of pancakes. That mom of mine. She made my favourite breakfast that I always eat before a trip.

"Hi mom." She turns around with a gloomy look on her face. "Hey baby. Come here." She engulfs me in a suffocating hug that you would be crazy to let go from. I can feel the tears starting to brim my eyes. She whispers something unaudibal in my ear. "I'm sorry mom, you have to repeat that."

"Don't go. Drop out! I can't depart from my baby for 8 months." Sting. Ping. Ow. That was my heart breaking. I can't leave my mom like this. I'm all she has. I'm her only daughter. She has no husband. I'm all she's got. "Christmas" is all I manage to get out. "I'll be back for Christmas" I tell her. She looks up at me, with a small smile. "And what the Christmas it will be, baby" she tells me, "now eat". I laugh at my mom. Such a Portuguese mother. I love it. I sit down and eat all my pancakes.

"Hello?" A voice comes from the back door.

"It's open!" my mom yells to the stranger. Suddenly the whole room is filled with the whole Jonas family. Nick, Joe, Kev, Frank the tank, Denise and Paul are all in our kitchen. "K-DAWG! DON'T LEAVE ME! I CAN'T SLEEP! I CAN'T LIVE! I CAN'T EAT! MY WORLD IS FALLING APART! Ooo! Pancakes!" Joe runs to the chocolate chip pancakes that my mom made, and pushes me away from our hug. "Gee thanks Joe. What am I? Chopped liver?"

"No, but you certanly are not pancakes. By the way Mrs. R. these are fantasticlicious!"

"Thank you Joe." Mom just laughs at his crazy antics.

"Mousey don't leave me. Now I'm stuck with them. They aren't as cool as you!" the little 8 year old tells me. I look at his teary brown eyes, and my heart breaks. "Don't worry Turttle, I'll be back soon. Ok? I love you kiddo!" I give him the biggest bear hug ever. I can't believe that I'm leaving this kid. He was amazing.

"Come here you". I look up and Kevin grabs me into a big bear hug. "I'm going to miss you kid. Your are my little sister. I love you. Tell Nick" he whispers in my ear. I look at him- confused. He just winks and messes up my hair with his hand. "Love ya kid." Rolling my eyes, I tell him that I love him too, with a smile.

"Oh hunny come here!" Mr. and Mrs. Jonas give me a huge hug each. "We're going to miss you dear. You are like our daughter" Mrs. Jonas tells me, with tears in her eyes. "I love you too, Denise. Promise me one thing though?" She looks at me, "Sure what is it dear?" "Take care of my mom, please" I ask them both.

"Kelsey dear, we will. Don't you worry." Mr. Jonas reassures me. When my dad left, he stepped up the role of dad. I trusted him, and knew that him and Mrs. J were going to make sure my mom was ok. "Thank you", and I hug them both.

I look over and see notice that Nick is nowhere in the kitchen. I looked over and there he was, in the livivng room. He was unusally quiet and I wasn't to sure what to do. I walk over to him and we look at eachother, awkwardly. Everyone else was in the kitchen, talking and eating.

"Hey." I manage to say. He looks up at me. He doesn't say anything, and I'm not to sure what to do. "Cat got your tounge?" I joke and take a seat beside him on our leather love seat.

"You're going to school" is all he tells me. "Um, yeah. I am." I say back. "You're leaving me. I don't think I can really handle it. You're my best friend, Kelse. You're not just my brothers best friend. You're mine too, and you're going to fricken Portugal for school. What the hell. Couldn't you have just stayed here?" With each word that he chokes out, a single tear comes down my face

"Nick." I grab his hand.

"No Kelse. I'm serious." He pulls his hand away from me. I look at him, hurt. "I promise you Nick, you can survive 3 months without me. It's going to be fine. I'll be back during Christmas."

"I know that. I'm not an idiot. But you don't understand one thing though. You're going to miss the talent show, and there are going to be talent agents there. You know me! You know that this is something that I've always dreamed of. You are the only one that knows that, and how nervous I get before shows. You are the only one that can calm me down. I can't perform if I know that you will not be there, chearing me on."
"Nick. You are going to do such a great job. You are so talented and have this stage pressence that is unbearable. You are going to do great. And I will call you that day. I promise you, Nick." He looks at me and by his expression, you can tell that he believed me. I smile at him. It was a smile full of sincerity and genuinity. I get up and give him a hug. It was full of love and friendship. "Uhm Nick. I have something for you." I pull out my letter for him from my pocket. "Here. Promise me though, that you wont read it until I'm gone." Hesitating at first he agrees and grabs the letter from my hands.

"Ok." We hug one last time and I whisper something in his ear. "I love you Nicholas Jonas." He lets go of me, and I get a whisp of his abercombie aroma. I walk away before I do another thing I would regret. I grab my stuff and head to the door. I say goodbye to my mom and the Jonas family one last time. Joe takes my bags and brings it to his car. We get in and I wave one last time to them. Heading down the street I look at the rearview mirror and see Nick open the letter, reading it. I turn, facing the window and tears start to form in my eyes as we make our way to the airport.

"Hey Kelse", Joe grabs my hand and I look up at him. "I love you, you know that right? You are my bestest friend. But remember one thing, and thats Nick would do anything for you, because he considers you his best friend to. So, don't forget that. He would even be stupid enough to swim across the Atlantic to save you from some creepy Portuguese man that you may have an arranged marriage to." I laugh at him and smile.

"I know. I love you Joe. You are my bestie. Forever." We smile at eachother and continue our way to the airport in silence.

Bording Portuguese Airlines in 2 minutes. Last call for flight P758. Last call for flight P758.

I look at Joe and sigh. He looks at me and smiles. "There goes my little Kelsey, all grown up, on her way to University. You make me so proud" he says wiping away a fake tear.

"You are so dramatic Jonas. But that makes me happy. Don't change while I'm gone" I joke. "To late. I was already planning on getting you know, 5 new tats and become a drug dealer and stalk Alicia Keys." I roll my eyes at him. "Keep me posted" I go along with him. "Alright I will. By carrier pidgions because I'll be to broke to send you real mail." I laugh at him and give him a big hug. He squeezes me and lifts me up. "Bye Ramos. Love you."

I smile at him "Love you to Jonas."

And with that, I board the plane, making my over the ocean. Here we go!

Wow these chapters are getting longer, aren't they. Well, I hope you guys review. I really like those.

And I'm still sick at home. I have a fever-whoopie! I'm "burning up" if you will. ;) Ok. Enjoy. Review!

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