Hey guys! The songs in this chapter is Australia by the Jonas Brothers and Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3. I don't own anything or anyone Besides Raine and a new character we meet in this chapter. Peace.
Before I knew it the week was over and it was back to the weekend. My mother had come home the other night. She was still dressed in her business suit as she read the daily paper. Whenever she was in the house it looked like she didn't belong there. She should have been over the stove cooking a big breakfast for the two of us. Instead she was drinking her fresh coffee and eating an energy bar.
I poured myself a cup ignoring her in the process. There was steam; still warm which meant she either just got home or got home late last night. It didn't matter anyway. She never noticed that I walked into the room, grabbed the bowl of pineapples that were right in front of her, and walked right out into the backyard.
The grass was cold and wet. The rain made it chill and slick but I didn't mind. Last night there was a huge storm. It kept me awake but I didn't mind. I was listening to the pounding on the rooftop waiting for light beep coming from my phone. Joe was texting me last night. The rain kept him up just like me and he loved the rain almost as much as I do.
I wish it wasn't so dark out.
How come?
Because then I would go outside and play in the rain.
Joe you would play in the rain even if it is dark out. You're just too lazy to get out of bed and sneak outside.
No, that's not the reason.
Oh what is it then?
Because you're too lazy to get out of bed and I know you won't go out there with me.
I sprang across the grass making my way to the tree house. There was a good distance between my backdoor and the little house but I made it there in a few hops. The wood stairs was wet and a bit slippery. With talent, I got me, the coffee, and the fruit up there in one piece. One point Raine.
It was a nice day outside for one of the last days of September. The sun wasn't too hot though I was under the shade. It was cool seven in the morning. The neighbors' yappy dog wasn't outside or the rotten kids who lived across the street. The town was peaceful. Just how I liked it.
Nothing to bother me as I enjoyed my breakfast.
The small pieces of pineapples were just ripe enough. Sweet, but tangy at the end. It kind of left a small sensation on my tongue. The coffee french vanilla creamer I put in didn't taste so right with the pineapples but I didn't care. I was too hungry and each one individually tasted too good.
Eating my small breakfast, I began to think about what I declared in the recording studio. You know the one about not thinking about Joe in that matter. So far I was doing a good job. Point two for Raine. It wasn't like I was avoiding him. On the contrary, I saw him a lot.
Smiling, I took a sip of my coffee and leaned back. The wood was a bit rough on my back but it was sanded enough that I wouldn't get a splinter. The perks of making a tree house baby safe.
Closing my eyes, taking in the sent of evergreen, wind blowing gently making my hair tickling my face, this was morning. I was still half asleep, the position I was in was really comfortable. My back was against the wood wall, my legs propped up and hanging out of the small window. What could be better? I moved my toes to the beat of some song that was in my head.
I stayed in that position for a while actually. Just taking in all that was around me. I was away from school, away from Adam, away from Joe and more importantly away from my mom.
This was why I loved the tree house. I was able to get away and be able to go to 'my spot'. This place held so many good things for me. Everywhere I touched, and everywhere I looked held some part of my life.
I must have lost track of time for quite some time. I was still in the same position and wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. Not for anyone. On queue, the eight o'clock ruckus from the Jonas household began to stir. Looking though the window I can see Ms. Jonas cooking some breakfast like usual, Mr. Jonas reading the newspaper (Sports section today. Different from yesterday where he read the comics. He could be such a kid sometimes) and little Frankie watching cartoons. The boys still must have been in their rooms.
I looked over at the three windows on the upper floors. Kevin's blinds were closed like they always were. When he was away at school they were never open. Only when he came back for vacations could I look in there and see what he's up to.
Nicks room was empty; he must be in the bathroom brushing his teeth. It was kind of an ocd thing with Nick. Whenever he woke up, either when he went to bed or took a nap, the first thing he had to do was brush his teeth. I could guess where Joe was. I wonder if I'm right. Looking over at Joe's window, I could make out his form still in his bed.
I'm so good. What a sleepy ass.
Sooner than I thought, his arm lifted up and he scratched his head while sitting up. Never was it a dull moment seeing Joe in the morning. If I might say, it might be the only time you will ever see Joe Jonas without his hair done. He thinks it 'informal' to have bad hair in public. His was half straight half curly. Pure definition of bed head.
The paparazzi would kill to get a picture of it.
He stood up from his bed and stretched. My eyes went a bit wide. Joe was still tan from the summer and that six pack of his was in plain sight. How did I know that? Because…
Skin; smooth, flawless, skin. Joseph Adam Jonas had not worn a shirt to bed that night. If he did then he must have taken if off during the course of the night. I couldn't help but look. It was like my eyes had a mind of its own and wasn't listening to mine screaming LOOK AWAY! His collar bone stuck out as his hands were lifted over his head. Looking down his torso I noticed his 'lucky me' boxers. I bought them for him as a gag birthday gift and they seemed to be riding a bit low.
Speaking of low, when did he get cuts?! The exposed 'v' by his waistband was defined, like ones you see on the really hot Abercrombie models. They weren't there in the summer when I was with him. Maybe I just didn't notice it before.
I slapped my self. What the hell was I doing? I wasn't supposed to think about Joe like this. I made a promise. I swore. Minus two points for Raine. Great I'm back at zero.
The deal was not to think about him, but I actually wasn't thinking about him…right? He was just in my vision. It's not like I planed to see him like that or imagined it. I quickly looked away from his window. My toes suddenly became the most interesting thing to me.
I didn't dare to look back at the house. Not even to see the five of them sitting down for the meal Mrs. Jonas had prepared. I was too embarrassed. I shouldn't be though. I didn't do anything wrong and Joe didn't catch me. I slid further down the wall. This morning could only get better and better.
It was much later when I came back into the house, maybe around ten or so. Looking around the kitchen I noticed it was empty as usual. Go figure, why would today be any different than any other day.
Turning to look at the den, I noticed the morning news channel wasn't playing like it had before. Walking back over into the kitchen, I noticed my mom's coffee cup was still on the counter where she sat. Underneath it was a small slip of paper. I picked up the cup, the contents half full, and moved it over to see the whole slip. My mothers hand writing was scribbled all over it with her signature black uni-ball pen.
To R.
Went to the office. I have a big court case later on in the day. Will be back sometime late Sunday.
From M.
Crumpling the paper I tossed it in the garbage. The woman was like magic. One minute you see her, the next she is gone.
Whatever I don't need her. I never really did and I never really do. Setting the bowl on the counter I started to strip my clothes. Hey what did I care, I was home alone. Walking up the stairs in my bra I threw my shirt in the hamper along with Joe's gym shorts.
Don't ask why I have them or why I wear them, I just do.
I let the water run for a while. It needed to get warm before I stepped inside. Running into my room I turned on my ihome putting it on shuffle.
Black dress, with the tights underneath,
I've got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth.
And she's an actress, but she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
Perfect. Just the song I wanted to hear. I turned the volume up louder basting it so it was loud enough for me to hear while I was in the shower. A shower without music was like ice-cream without the whip cream.
Running back in my bathroom, I noticed my phone was lit up. Text message from Joe. I clicked view now and read what it said.
Concert 2night. Gonna be great and your going no if ands or buts. M&G afterwards so we will be home late. Pick you up around 3. Look hot don't embarrass me =p
I rolled my eyes. Of course it was just like him to tell me last minute and not give me direct orders. What am I a dog? Of course I was going to go and going to look hot. I'm Raine fucking Johnson, when do I not look hot. Wow completely cocky there. Thank god I was only joking when I said that.
I sent a message back to him and jumped in the shower. I had a while until he would be picking me out, but I had to pick out an outfit that was just right. So many celebrities and just people were going to be there so I had to look good for them…and Joe too.
This is going to be a fun night. I can tell already.
There was always so much camotions going on during their concerts; backstage and on stage. It was never a dull moment around here. We had to be there three hours before the show even started. One hour of sound check, another hour for hair makeup and wardrobe and then the last hour is their 'preperation' hour.
During that hour I was always on my own. The boys believed in this superstition/ritual thing. For a half hour they were locked in their separate dressingrooms (the other half hour is the 50 push up sit ups and cast prayers and chants they do before every show). I never knew what they did in there. None of them ever told me. Fricken brothers.
So here I am all by myself. Just walking around backstage, my pass hanging down my neck, with nothing to do. Sounds boring but it's actually quite fun. Everyone around me was getting ready for the concert. The band members were sitting on a couch together and his parents were playing with frankie down in their dressing room. I always like wondering around the place. Sometimes you would catch a celebrity or two talking with a few people. Usually Miley Cyrus would be around but she was on a trip to Europe.
Unlike on Hannah Montana, I didn't have to have a disguise when I came backstage. Everyone knew who I was so it didn't really matter. I could walk around the place without my pass if I could but for security reasons, I was bound to it.
Walking pass the entrance door I could hear all of the crazy fan screaming their names. Jonas Brothers. How weird to hear it being spoken like it was a chant instead of a statement. The stage doors were open slightly but the noise coming in was overpowering.
I peaked inside, just to see what it looked like. As I thought it would, it was dark with a bunch of flashing lights. There were a few screens displayed around the seating area. In only a short time Joe, Nick, and Kevins faces will be placed on there for all 10,000 fans to see. The night was only just beginning.
There was still more afterwords. They had a private meet and greet with a few fans who entered a contest. I was going with them ofcourse, I always do. After that we were suppose to all go out for icecream, another tradition of theirs.
Nicks dressingroom door opened up and out popped him and his curly mop. He looked right at me and started grinning. The moments before a show was always Nicks favorite part, well besides the actual performing part.
"Hey Raine are you ready to rock and roll!" He through his hands above his head and went down on one knee. Guess it was suppose to be some kind of rockstar pose. Something was deffinetly up with Nick. He got up and was bouncing from foot to foot in place. Was his hair was a bit frizzier too? He seemed pumped up…too pumped up.
"Nick…What did you eat? What did you take? Do you have a fever?" I put my hand up to his forehead like a mom. It was normal temperature. Something was deffinetly not right with this boy.
I'm sure he was going to tell exactly what happened to him. Let's watch.
"Two Raine…I had two red bulls. Not one…Two…I'm bouncing off the walls and it's great!" Woah. Never had I seen a bigger grin on his face. He looked like a kid who had just won the golden ticket and is getting a whole chocolate factory for himself. God bless his sugar level at the moment.
"Slow down there kiddo. You have a show to do, a sugar crash on stage wont be so good"
"Don't worry about that I'll thrive on the rush of the crowd" I felt bad for laughing at the poor boy. He was too happy for me to ruin his mood.
"JONAS BROTHERS ON STAGE IN 15 WE NEED THE CAST IN THE MAIN ROOM NOW"
"Well that's my queue Ray. See you when it's over. And remember…don't you worry hey we're gonna be alright."
"Go on they need you didn't you just hear them. And save your songs for the show!" He added a little hop to his step as he started to make his way to the main room. Once he got a bit father away he turned around, licked middle and pointer finger twice then saluted me
"Got it Captain Johnson"
You never listen to me
I know I'm better off alone
Everybody knows it's true
Yeah, we all see through you
No, it won't be hard to do
Throw away my stuff from you
And I'll wait for her to come
She won't break my heart
Cause I know she'll be from Australia
She is so beautiful
She's my dream girl
She's my dream girl
You were the one I thought I needed
I'm better off alone
Everybody knows it's true
They know all your secrets
The only thing you knew was true
Has just walked out of your life
How does it feel?
So I'll wait for her to come
She won't break my heart
Cause I know she'll be from Australia
She is so beautiful
She's my dream girl
She's my dream girl
She will be there to love and to care
I know there's no need to worry
The girl of my dreams
The one that will be there
To hold me when I'm down
Till she's around
I'll just wait for her to come
She won't break my heart
Cause I know she'll be from Australia
She is so beautiful
She's my dream girl
She's my dream girl
So I'll wait for her to come
She won't break my heart
Cause I know she'll be from Australia
She is so beautiful
She's my dream girl
She's my dream girl
I always liked the meet and greets. It was funny to watch all the girls fawn over the guys. Actually it was more funny when you see a guy fawn over them.
I'm not going to tell you that story, you have to ask Kevin for it.
But for some reason I didn't like this one. I really don't know why but I had a really bad feeling at the moment. People were just irritating to me today, well people that I didn't know. All the girls that came by after the show were the same as always. There was this one girl that brought them this crazy gift basket. It came equipt with everything and anything you could think of. I wanted to jack Nicks for myself.
Kevin, Nick and Joe had on these smiles as they signed things and took a few pictures. They loved their meet and greets because they loved interacting with their fans. They thought they were just people and potential friends so they were never out of character. They were the same fun loving boys I knew and loved.
I looked over at Joe as a little girl walked up to where he was. She had on this huge smile on her face and her eyes dancing. He was talking with her and she answered shyly back. Then another girl came up behind the little one. She put her hand on her shoulder squeezing lightly-she must be her older sister.
Joes eyes went from the little girl straight to the older one. They both locked eyes and he extended his hand. She shook it—for a little too long if you ask me. They started talking and his eyes never left hers. She laughed and played with the end of her hair.
It wasn't like she was ugly. She was the exact opposite if you ask me. She had shoulder length light brown hair, freckles on the bridge of her nose and these turquoise eyes. The skinny shit was beyond pretty, past beautiful and went full throttle to gourgous.
Great she knew how to flirt too.
Joe was into her. It was so obvious. He looked her up and down without her noticing. Oh yes he was that good. Usually Joe loved the meet ang greets because he got to meet hot girls. We would usually rate some of them on a scale from 1 to 10 when we wanted to have a bit of fun. If he really liked a girl, he slipped them his screenname of the week to keep in contact with them.
Well what do you know, he is writing it down now.
What the fuck! Joe can look at some random girl for three second, think she is that one, but will look at me and see nothing!! Ugh this is bothering me so much when I know it shouldn't. Raine what happened to you and him only being friends? What is wrong with you? Oh right thats it your crazy!
But tonight i wanted Joe to be looking at me. I mean I looked so hot tonight, just like Joe had told me to. I was wearing black skinny jeans with black white and hotpink nikes with a hot pink bandeau topped with a black chiffon tank. Joe should have been secretly looking me up and down.
He gave the slip of papter to the skinny skank and she smiled at him before turning around. Joe kept a close eye on her. close enough and long enough for him to see her look back at him one more time before waving goodbye.
Now I see why I had a bad feeling about the meet and greet. Hopefully we wont see her again.
Ooh I wonder who this new girl is. Will she be a big part of the story? I don't know guess you guys are going to have to read and find out. P.s. did you gus like the description of Joe waking up in the morning? Haha tell me if you did or didn't. Peace Again.
