The Weirdest Day EVER
03/17/07
Hi, diary. I'm so tired, but I felt that I kept a diary to write in it, and I haven't for the past 10 days, so I'll quickly let you catch up.
I figured out my brothers aren't gay. Emily came round yesterday with this weird brown box, and on the side it said 'Sea Salt Taffy', Joe went so crazy and he hugged her for ages. I just smiled and waved and then went to go see what Bridget was doing. I'm so happy me and Bridget are close now. It would be so embarrassing if everyday I had to walk down here and think, "Oh god, here she comes, she'll give me evils for breaking up our date." But instead we can just hang, and when I'm feeling extra generous, I help her on the candy counter. I get her a lot more customers, because I'm just fabulous, and she begs me to go every Wednesday, which is when girls play soccer matches in the field next to the hotel, and a lot of girls go for lunch in the hotel's restaurant, just because it's Wednesday.
So, I'm going down to go see where she is.
Usually she'd call up for me, but I hadn't seen her since I made up with Miley and in the elevator, my thoughts were going all over the place. Maybe she was in hospital? Maybe her ex came and kidnapped her? Maybe she fled the country?
Maybe my thoughts were right though, because she wasn't there. I asked the manager and everything and he said she had called in sick. I asked for her address, but he said it was personal and he couldn't give it to me.
I tried to argue back, but he was having none of it. Well, he said he wasn't and I said, well, you're getting some of it and he threatened to chuck me out but I was a little grumpy this morning so I was not about to be told off by some man in a cheap suit with no hair and a flipping mustache, so I thumped and front desk and demanded to see her. He said if I was going to be so rude, I should wait until I'm old enough to go to jail, and I nearly punched him. But instead, I showed him my wondrous middle finger and he chucked me out of the hotel and told me to come back when he had gone.
I mean what cheek! Idiot man, just because he fancies my hair! He's balder than a bald eagle. If that's even possible!!!
Well, I was bored, stuck outside and no Bridget. Damn it, my life is HELL sometimes. Going back to the school situation a few weeks back, I still need a school so I wouldn't be bored these treacherous Wednesdays!
Well, I went to see Miley. I left her a message on her phone (more like 20 messages) and caught the bus, because I'm cool.
I got some right weird looks on the bus though. People were all staring at me. I smiled, I waved to a little girl, but they just stared.
Then some old lady walked up and started laughing like an old evil hag (well, she was one) and she asked if she could touch my hair. I was so scared, I mean, who wants to touch my hair? But I let her, and she gets out a pair of scissors and cuts a bit off!
I started yelling at her, telling her she couldn't do that, but she just put it in a plastic bag and started laughing again. Now even MORE people were staring, and I guess I just lost it, so I shouted at her and I tried to get the plastic bag out of her purse but she was screaming and clawing at me! Then the bus driver stopped the bus and came to see what was happening, he thought I was stealing her bag, and he kicked me off, so I had to walk to her house. I swear she moves farther and farther away from me each day. My legs were killing me when I got there. In fact, they hurt so much; I twisted my plans and went into a nearby park and hogged the good swing for twenty minutes. I got an ice cream, and sat underneath a large oak tree, hoping I was out of sight of fans.
But no, I wasn't, and these three girls, about my age, came running up with ice creams and were trying to talk to me. I just nodded and sat there. There was one blond, skinny one, who just talked and talked and talked, there was a redhead (who was pretty cute with all these little freckles and little curls in her hair) who just sat there talking to herself and sort of staring at everything, and a fat blond on the end who had about three ice creams one after the other. She was really spotty and kept picking at this huge zit on her chin with her free hand. It made me lose my appetite amazingly, and I sat there with the ice cream melting down my arm.
"You gonna eat that?" the fat one said, and I chucked it at her, suddenly losing it again.
"Leave me alone, you guys! I need to go visit someone, I know it's rude because little miss blabber-mouth won't shut up, this one just asked for my ICE CREAM and... YOU'RE NOT EVEN LISTENING!" I shouted, and I pointed at the redhead, who glanced up slowly, looking like she had just woken up from a dream.
"What?" she asked slowly, as if she wasn't sure where she was, and the skinny one slapped her and told her who I was. She suddenly gasped and rubbed her eyes, then screamed and ran off, pointing at me.
"That's it! I'm leaving now, okay?" I shouted, and started to walk off, but then I attracted more attention and I had to stand there for 10 minutes signing thousands of autographs.
Even worse, the fat one (who had chocolate ice cream smeared all over her face) decided to hold my hand and she told everyone (in her horrible man voice) that we were dating.
Then, she pulled me towards her and she kissed me, smearing chocolate ice cream all over me. The skinny one hit the fat one with her handbag, and the fat one pushed the skinny one over, and then jumped on top of her. I felt so sorry for her, I really did.
"I hope she doesn't squeeze your guts out of you!" I shouted at her, but she was busy slapping her fat friend's butt.
Then, when the big crowd died down, and I had to sit on the see-saw to recover form the hand cramp, the redhead came and sat down on the other end and we went up and down for about 5 minutes, just smiling at each other.
It was really strange, she was really into me but she didn't breathe one word to me. She only said 'what?' and that was it. I didn't even hear her voice, but the way she led me towards a hotdog stand and wiped the ice cream off my face, then kissed me on the cheek and ran away, I was guessing it would be really high and sweet.
I walked slowly towards the exit of the park, seeing two dogs... humping each other, and the fat girl and the skinny girl now tugging at each other's hair. The fat one had recently lost a shoe, one of her pigtails was sticking out everywhere, and her shirt had ridden up and her bulging stomach was now hanging out, making her look fatter than she was. Also, her belly hung over her skirt so unattractively, I wanted to puke. I know its mean, but she's just a horrible person. What's wrong with exercise? The skinny one had a black eye, one leg of her jeans had ripped completely off, and her Rolling Stones t-shirt was all frayed at the edges. I swear I saw a bit of black fabric in the fat girl's mouth, but seriously, what kind of person would get so hungry that they'll eat clothes?! Also, I saw three kids dumping sand down another kid's shorts, an old man with bird poo dripped down his suit snoozing on a park bench, a baby rolling down a hill in its pushchair, three drunken men swimming around a fish pond, and an old lady feeding pigeons. Then I realized who the old lady was...
THE WEIRD LADY ON THE BUS!
I screamed when I saw her, and I started to run, but you know on those cartoons when someone bad is on stage, and one of those old walking sticks come out and hook around your neck and pull you off? That literally happened! She pulled me towards her with this wacky walking stick, and no matter how I tried I couldn't get it off me.
"LET ME TOUCH YOUR HAIR!" she screamed and she pulled out her scissors, so I grabbed her hair to see if she would like someone pulling hers. I started pulling it out of shape, until it came off in my hands! She was wearing a wig!
"BALDY!" I screamed, then I pulled her bag off of her, pulled out my and I ran off.
But then I ran into the redhead who was sitting on the side of the road, staring at nothing, and I mean, what do you do, leave a girl who played with you on the see-saw on the side off the street or go and see what's wrong?
"Hey," I said as casual as can be and I sat down next to her, and she sighed and said nothing. "You gonna let me hear that voice of yours?"
"Okay, if you insist." She said after ages, and I smiled, because it was a pretty voice.
"Got a lot on your mind?"
"No, not really, I just have nowhere to go."
"What do you mean?"
"Well... no, you won't care."
"Tell me."
"Well, my mum and dad left when I was 12, they said, 'Becky, you have to be a good girl and go to social services' but I wanted to stay with them. They went to prison."
"Wow, bummer."
"You don't know anything!" she suddenly got really scary, and she stood up and shouted at me. I was really weirded out, she wouldn't even talk to me, and now she was having a go!
"I don't know anything about what?"
"Don't act like you don't know! You're famous; you have anything you could possibly want! Me, I have no home, no food, no other clothes, no parents, no money, no school, no friends! Now tell me you've gone through all that and tell me how hard it is to cope!"
"I don't know what that feels like."
"I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WOULDN'T! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME! WHY DID I HAVE TO BE SO STUPID? I COULD HAVE A HOME IN SOCIAL SERVICES RIGHT NOW!"
"Uh, yeah, I guess you could."
"Oh, help me please!"
She just wrapped me up in a hug and cried on my shoulder, all these fans were coming up and asking me for autographs, even though it was a little obvious that I was kinda busy.
"Uh, Becky?" I said, trying to get her off me.
"How do you know my name?"
"You said it like a few minutes ago. Now, can you kinda let go?"
"Oh, sorry, I have to go anyway and find a bus shelter to sleep in tonight."
And then she walked off, waving to me slightly, and I guess I felt sorry for her, because...
"Becky!"
"What? Did I get a tear stain on your shirt? Sorry, I can't afford to buy you another one..."
"No, I want you to come home with me tonight."
"But, Nick, we don't even know each other... and you have a purity ring, I mean..."
"No! I meant so you can have somewhere to stay."
"Oh. Oh! Thank you, thank you so, so much Nick! It means so much to me..."
I turned to sign some autographs, but then I felt Becky wrap her arms around my neck, and she's quite short, so she was choking me, and I had to turn back round again. I hugged her back, and I heard her sniff a few times.
"Are you crying?"
"...Just with happiness. It means so much to me. No one's been so nice apart from the time that old lady gave me a packet of cookies because she realized they were the kinda she was allergic to..."
"Well, I guess I'm just nice."
"And, it's you. And you're famous, and I've heard your songs on preview in HMV and the record store at the top end of town. They're so good, and I can't believe you're here!"
"Yeah, I'm visiting a friend. Oh, I better go!"
"But Nick, where do I go?"
"Uh, I guess you'll have to come with me."
I signed some more autographs, smiled, waved and posed, but then some big mouth bimbo had to open her mouth and ask some stinking questions.
"Nick! What are you doing here?"
"Hmm, hanging out I guess."
"Well, how did you get here?"
"I decided to help save the environment and catch the bus."
"Who are you here with?"
"I'm not really with anyone; I uh, just, umm, just wanted a change of air?"
"What about me?" Becky said quietly, and the woman turned to her and her horrible eyebrows raised and she looked around the group of people who started to ooh and ah.
"So who's this?" her eyebrows waggled up and down like they were leeches or something. I felt physically sick and couldn't wait till the puke actually formed so I could splash it all over her wondrous white tee shirt-dress (it made me want to puke too.) It had all blue and pink stars and space rockets and stuff on it, and she wore it with dirty blue jeans, I couldn't figure out if they were supposed to be there or not.
"A girl I know."
"Is she your girlfriend?"
I looked at Becky and she was staring at a squirrel which sat on the side of the road. I watched her watching it, seeing her eyes flicker from love to worry as it started to cross, sniffing here and there, a little like a dog. I looked at the squirrel for a split second, whose ears suddenly pricked up and whose tail bushed out and swayed gently. I looked back at where Becky was standing to see she wasn't there anymore.
"Come here squirrel! The truck's gonna squish you!"
She ran into the road, ignoring the fast truck that was heading straight for her. The squirrel froze up, and no matter how much Becky started poking and shouting at it, it didn't move.
"Becky,
no!" I shouted, running into the road, scooping her up in my arms
before carrying her to the side of the road. The squirrel looked up
at us, before getting sucked under the truck.
"Nick, the
squirrel just..." Becky whispered, then screamed and fell to her
knees in tears. "IT JUST DIED! THE POOR LITTLE SQUIRREL JUST DIED,
NICK! IT'S DEAD!"
"Uh, I know. Becky, calm down, it's okay." I tried reassuring her, but she just cried and cried and the woman with the horrible eyebrows and tee shirt-dress and her camera crew were filming it.
"Give her a hug!" the woman mouthed to me, but I stuck my tongue out at her and pulled Becky up off of the ground.
"Nick, can we go now? I feel so alone." She wiped her wet cheeks and I put an arm around her, guiding her across the road so we could get to Miley's house.
"Is this a girlfriend?" the woman said, and I shook my head. "But you seem so close to her. Is she a family friend?"
"No, we only really met." I said really impatiently, signing a few more autographs, trying to smile and comfort Becky at the same time.
"Nick, say anything." Becky whispered to me, and I turned to the woman and I basically bit her head off.
"Well will you leave me alone if I tell you the truth? If I tell you this will you leave me alone?"
"Yes. Give me two more questions."
"Fine, go ahead."
"Who is this?"
I turned to Becky, who was staring at the sky. I gently nudged her and she looked at me, smiling. "I'm Becky Simmons."
"She's... my girlfriend." I answered, and then slapped myself inwardly. Becky looked at me with a look on her face as if she had won the lottery. It soon disappeared as she noticed the cameras, but squeezed my hand tightly, as if she couldn't believe it. "We've been dating for a few days. It's been real low key because she's not used to too much attention."
"Yeah." Becky agreed silently, staring at the camera and smiling the cutest smile she could. (I have to admit, it was cuter than Miley's, but I love Miley more.)
"Wow! Okay, just one more question: can you prove to me you're dating? I thought you and Miley were dating, Nick. I guess you can't believe some people these days."
I nodded gently, thinking how I could do it. I looked up at the woman who seemed to have already figured out what I was to do.
"How about a kiss?" she suggested, and I nodded again, looking at Becky. She had zoned out again, but as she heard the word kiss she looked up at me in horror.
"Are you sure?" she mouthed, squeezing my hand tighter. I nodded, looking at her oddly. I looked up at the woman again, before leaning nearer to Becky's ear so I could whisper.
"What, you don't have some tongue fungus or something?" I joked, but she took it seriously, choking on air and shaking her head, as if it were a disgusting thing.
"Well, here goes!" I said loudly, so the woman looked back at us. I pulled Becky nearer to me, and she wrapped her arms around me. She was really short, and I had to bend down quite a bit. She seemed to shake as she smiled at me, but then her lips pursed together and her eyes closed. I finally realized what was happening. I was kissing a fan who I had just met, when I was only supposed to be visiting Miley for the day.
I was about to pull back and tell everyone it was a joke, but then my lips were on hers. And wow, she has really nice, soft lips. I could hear people screaming in shock, but then it all suddenly went quiet, and it was as if nothing else mattered apart from me and Becky. I thought I was falling in love, but then she pulled back, staring at the woman, as if we'd proven our point.
"There you go." She said simply, pulling me around so I faced the camera again. I smiled weirdly, my mouth not working properly, still tingling with the feeling of her lips.
"Wow. That was amazing." The woman said, mouth hanging open. I nodded, suddenly thinking about Miley. What would I say to her if she found out?
"Are you planning on putting this on the internet?" I asked, and she turned to the camera man, who nodded and kept rolling film.
"In a few weeks, yeah, when we get back to Canada." She answered, walking up to me and patting my shoulder. She turned to the camera man, winking. "This is Shirley Harris."
Becky led me away, pulling me down the street by my arm, and then it was all quiet and there was no screaming, no notepads up in my face, no cameras and no questions.
It was just me and Becky again. This was what I wanted; I swore it was what I wanted... I leaned in again, but Becky pushed me away, looking at the floor and shaking her head.
"Nick, you don't want this. I know you like Miley, and I know she's the one you want. You don't need to pretend you like me still and you don't need to think I need you either." She whispered, and I felt slightly disappointed. I wanted to kiss her, but she said she didn't need me. I was annoyed, as well.
"Thisis what I want. Becky, you're just so..."
"Strange? You don't know who I am."
"I wish I did, and that's why I want this."
"Sure you do, stop mucking around. You're just toying with my feelings, I don't know what to believe..." her voice faded away, and she looked up at me with her blue eyes.
"Believe this." I said quietly, leaning down and gently kissing her lips. They were so soft. I can still feel them there now. Wow, I better get to bed, it's real late. Becky's in my bed, so I'll be on the couch tonight.
I'll tell you the rest tomorrow.
Peace out!
Signed:Nick Jonas
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There you are. :/ Is Nick having second thoughts on girls? Hmm.
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