Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers

Dear Diary,

Have you ever experienced a total and complete disaster but managed to survive it, try again, and have it be another fiasco, but then it works out in the end? Yeah I didn't think that was normal either. But that was basically how my date went.

So after calming down in the bathroom, which required several deep breathing exercises and reapplication of the makeup, I went outside to look for Kevin. And he wasn't there. Of course that almost set me off again. So I looked like a complete crazy, turning around in circles, switching off from muttering under my breath: "He left, he left, oh my god he left" and calling out: "Kevin, Kevin?" Once people started staring after about 5 minutes, I came to the only logical reason why Kevin wasn't there.

The birds ate him.

So after figuring it out, I almost burst into tears again. Side note: I was crying ALOT during that date. It was slightly troubling. It briefly occurred to me I should probably get looked at.

Anyway, so I managed to fall to a bench and started hyperventilating. Kevin Jonas was dead and I was stuck at the zoo with his murderers. And then I realized the birds were probably coming for me too. As I discovered the bird's horrifying plot, I thought of ways to escape, while at the same time, kept my eyes open in case they tried to sneak up on me.

So it is totally understandable that when a hand grabbed my shoulder, I screamed and turned around and punched the would-be murderer in the face. Right?

Too late I realized it was Kevin and that I just punched a JONAS BROTHER. Remember that list, Things Not To Do When Talking To A Jonas Brother? Yeah, punching one of them is definitely number two.

Awk-ward.

I looked helplessly as he rolled around on the ground, swearing under his breath. Oops. I came to my senses and rushed to his side.

"I am soooo sorry Kevin! I didn't mean to. I thought you were a bird!"

He stopped swearing to look up at me, confused and slightly interested.

"You thought I was a bird?"

Oh great. Explanation time.

"Yeah. See I came out if the bathroom and you weren't there so logically the birds ate you and that meant they were coming for me because I'm your girlfriend and then I was thinking of ways to escape and worrying that the birds were going to do a sneak attack and then you scared me and it was a reflex."

After that speech, I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life. I most definitely called myself Kevin Jonas's-

"Girlfriend? Um, Lola don't you think you're moving a bit fast? I realize that I'm good-looking and everything, but I haven't even taken you to dinner yet."

I had my eyes closed during his sentences, so I thought he was serious. I didn't blame him for shooting me down. I would have turned in the other direction and booked it. It wasn't until he grabbed my hand that I opened my eyes and saw him smiling.

"C'mon. Let's go eat." And with that, he led me to his car (still holding my hand, might I add) and drove us to the next surprise. He made me cover my eyes when we got close and got me out of the car. I think he gave the car to a valet, which meant we were somewhere fancy. He led me up to the doors and uncovered my eyes with a big "TA-DA!"

When I looked at the doors, I saw some French name that I couldn't read, let alone say. Um, yum? I hate French food, but I figured that he went to all this trouble and I just needed to suck it up. I put on a huge fake smile and walked inside.

The first thing I noticed was that it was really crowded. The second thing I noticed was that Kevin and I were really underdressed. Great. So much for blending in. I think Kevin realized the same thing because he started to look uncomfortable and did that little cough thing people do when they're embarrassed. He walked up to the hostess and gave his name. Within 2 minutes, we were sitting down across from each other, in a semi-secluded area of the restaurant. We just stared at each other as the waiter came with water, bread, and menus.

The silence was unnerving. All I could think was thank god looking at the menus gave us something to do. But after about ten minutes, I still had no idea what to eat. I put the menu down to find Kevin staring at me. He turned bright red, which I thought was adorable and tried to think of something to say. The voice inside my head, which sounds a lot like Miley, told me to ask some questions.

"So…what made you decide to take us here?" Good Lilly. That was a normal question. I think I'm becoming normaler!

"Well I read that you're a jetsetter and Paris was your favorite city, so I figured you love French food." For some reason he was blushing again and then I thought about what he said.

"You read it somewhere?" What did he mean? I've never said Paris was my favorite city. I've never been there and I've already established that I hate French food.

"Oh. Um, you know. I was just surfing the net one day and came across google. So I did some typing and found yourwebsitessoireadallaboutyoutofindoutwhatyoulike. Wait! Um, Hannah told me?"

I had a website? That's weird. Miley probably did it. But I can worry about that later. I have more pressing issues at hand. The time to be delicate had passed. I needed be blunt.

"Do you like French food? Because I HATE it. And although I really love that you took me here, I'm really uncomfortable." There. I said it. And he can hate me but I needed to get out of there.

"Oh thank god! I hate French food too. I know this really good hot dog place around here. Let's just go!"

He threw a 5 down on the table and grabbed my hand again. We practically ran out the door and luckily his car was still outside the restaurant. Valet must have been busy. He grabbed the keys and we sped off, in search of hot dogs.

We ate in his car and talked about basically everything. Well, as much as you can when you have a secret identity. I think, sooner or later, I'll have to tell him the truth. But not now.

Eventually he drove me to my house (yet another reason to tell him, all he has to do is look up my address and see that it's Truscott) and walked me up the front steps. All in all, the date was a nightmare and I figured he would never want to see me again. I took a deep breath to tell him I understood that he hated me when the unthinkable happened.

He kissed me.

There I was, completely frozen, with Kevin Jonas's lips on mine. I almost passed out, but I gave myself a little shake and kissed him back. After we both needed to breathe, we pulled apart. I was so confused.

"Wha-?"

"Listen Lola, I really like you. And although this was quite possibly the worst date I have ever been on, I had more fun than I've had in a really long time. And I know this is kinda sudden, but I am rather good-looking and since those birds want to kill you because they thought you were my girlfriend, why not make it official?"

He waited for my answer, just smiling away, while I stood there, totally lost.

Kevin Jonas, even after the date from hell, wanted to be my boyfriend? I did the only thing I could do in that situation.

I kissed him back.

After a few minutes, he pulled back and smiled at me.

"I have to go, but I'll call you, ok?"

I could only nod. With one last kiss, he walked down the steps and got in his car. He drove off, waving at me, while I just stood there. Once he was out of sight, I broke down and started doing a happy dance. I stopped when my front door opened and Miley and Oliver walked out.

"You have a lot of explaining to do Lola."

So now I'm going to go explain how I became the girlfriend of Kevin Jonas.

Lilly

Aha, you think it's over don't you? Well it's not. I have about 4 or 5 more chapters to go. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story. It makes me so happy when I check my mail and I see I have a bunch of reviews!