"Colonel Mustard in the lounge room with the candlestick." We had been playing Cluedo for nearly an hour now and we had restarted the game about seven times.
"Nope." She showed me the card with Colonel Mustard and took her turn. "Mrs. White in the lounge room with the candlestick."
"Wrong. Tricked you." I pulled out the card showing the candlestick. "Let's watch some TV, I'm bored." We got up and moved over to the couch, turning the TV on. Chelsea took the remote from my hand and started changing channels.
"Today on- Climate con- You're wa-""Why isn't there anything on?" She continued flicking through all of the channels until she settled on E. They were busily talking about Amy Winehouse's latest stunt and her newest stint in rehab so I decided to start up a new conversation.
"So…you like…stuff?" Geez Kevin, great job of removing the awkward silence, I thought to myself.
"Uhh…not really…maybe we should finish up the game of Cluedo…" I left the TV on and moved back over to the game. We picked up where we had left off and continued the game until Chelsea eventually won. "I told you I'd beat you! Rematch?"
"How about we play something else…like snap?" I stretched my arm as far as it would go until I was about an inch away from the games cupboard.
"Here, let me get that." Chelsea slowly stood up and began walking to the cupboard and was nearly there when she made a quick detour toward me. Her arms reached out and she started tickling me until I couldn't breathe.
"Please. Ple- Sto- Stop. Ser-" I couldn't form a sentence because of all the breathing I was trying to do in between the laughter. Even though I was finding it difficult to breathe I knew I couldn't give in or that would be another thing she could hold against me. She continued tickling for what seemed like forever until I couldn't take it any longer. "MERCY! Please mercy!" She removed her hands and stood up, reaching for the deck of cards near the top of the cupboard.
"Ready to lose snap too?"
"Snap! HA I WIN!" My outstretched hand pulled the pile of cards back toward me as I basked in the glory of my third consecutive win at snap. The television broadcasters must have known I had won as the chorus of 'S.O.S.' started playing and I whipped out the S.O.S. dance during my victory lap around the living room.
"Nick Jonas, the youngest Jonas Brother, has been undergoing surgery for his brain tumor for the past two hours. It is still unknown whether he will make it out alive. Stay tuned for more updates as the day goes on. Good luck Nick."
"It's been two hours! I didn't realise it had been so long! We should get to the hospital!" I grabbed my car keys as Chelsea started speaking and we both slipped our shoes on and ran to the car. I jumped in the drivers seat and turned the radio on to hear if anything more was to be said.
My foot reached the floor as I sped through the gates and out onto the traffic-filled roads. I slowed down rapidly as we approached a set of traffic lights. We were only ten minutes away from the hospital but because of the traffic it was going to take much longer. I turned left as the light changed to green and drove as fast as possible until we approached some road works. Traffic was backed up terribly and there was no way we could get through fast enough. I looked at Chelsea and she looked at me, then we both looked at our feet. We knew what we had to do.
The end was near. I could see the entrance to the hospital as Chelsea and I sprinted toward the doors. We jumped into the elevator and went to level four. The two of us ran to the waiting room and saw my parents and brothers sitting there with Jess, eyes full of tears. Over the loudspeaker the radio could be heard.
"Today is a sad day for us all. Young Nicholas Jonas, only fifteen years of age, was undergoing surgery to remove a brain tumour when something unknown to us at this moment happened. We are sorry to be the ones to inform you that Nicholas Jerry Jonas has passed away today, November 6 2008. In his memory, we give you Eternity. Rest in peace Nick…"
Looking at a picture of you, in my hands
Wondering if I'm ever gonna see, you again…
"No, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening. No! Not Nick. Not today. NO!" Their cries could be heard from all around the hospital. Paul Kevin Jonas II had just lost his brother and Jessica Rhiannon Crow had just lost her best friend.
Nicholas Jerry Jonas was never coming back…