Three Chapters Left Everybody!

Spring 2009

Started out as a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss...

Five months. It had been five months and still no contact from any of the Jonas boys. It's not like I expected it or anything, it was inevitable, but I still found myself peeking out my window from time to time, just praying that one of them would be there.

I missed them; but that was also inevitable.

But I was doing okay, all things considered. I hadn't slipped into my old ways or anything like that. But the overwhelming pain I felt sometimes at night when I couldn't get to sleep was enough to make me want to do something rebellious and reckless. Not that it'd actually help anything, but it could keep my mind off things for a couple of minutes at least.

Ayden was feeling a bit heartbroken himself for a while there, not that he'd actually admit it. But he got over it. He even got himself a new girlfriend who, coincidentally enough, is named Sarah, too. But don't worry; she's not evil. I made sure of it.

Riley had ended her "relationship" with Jacob - for Derek. It's not like I cared that she was dating him because he was my ex; I was more worried about the fact that he's a man whore. But then again, she said their relationship was 'strictly beneficial' as she put it.

Meh. Whatever makes her happy.

Alessa wound up moving to Kentucky - or was it Tennessee? Ah, I can't remember. But she didn't keep in touch, so I guess that friendship's done.

And what exactly happened to me - besides the heartbreak? I'll tell you.

Nothing. Nata. Zilch. Zero.

Clear enough for you?

So nothing was really going on with me, nothing catastrophic or controversial. Oh, except for those girls at school that called me a whore and spray painted me blue.

I laughed it off and said that I always wanted to be like the Blue Men Group. They proceeded to call me a freak and walk away.

Hey, they didn't get any pleasure out of it at least.

Now here I was on a beautiful April day in the apartment playing Guitar Hero with Ayden (Did I mention Ayden and me were actually pretty close now?)and just for a few minutes I forgot about them. Until the radio came on.

"...And now I'd like to discuss the Jonas Brothers tour, where they kick it off right here in the Big Apple. That's right girls, Kevin, Joe, and Nick are going to be performing tonight at Times Square. I hope you got your tickets..."

Swallowing became harder and I stopped listening to what the guy on the radio had to say. I almost dropped the guitar, too.

'I don't think this is gonna be the last time you see us. I can just feel it.'

My heart started to pound anxiously. I was scared. What if this was what Joe was talking about? No. No, I won't see them. There's no way. They hate me now.

Well, they should hate me anyway.

Ayden, being the clueless guy that he is, didn't notice the guy on the radio or the look of panic on my face.

"Ayden," I managed to say, "I'm sick of playing. I'm gonna go for a walk or something."

"Okay," he said, still not looking up to see what was wrong with me. Yep. He was still the worst guardian ever.

I stepped out the door, and not even two seconds later, my cell phone rang.

I fished through my pockets and I felt the folded up piece of paper in there. I had almost forgotten about it. I took out my cell phone and looked at the I.D.

It was Nick.

At this point, I was both curious and suspicious. Joe had pulled this kind of thing on me before, and it wasn't like Nick to call me.

I answered with a faint, "Hello?"

"Makenzie?" Nick's voice said, and it sounded a bit high-pitched and edgy.

"Yeah, it's me. What's up?"

I heard him clear his throat. "It's not good."

"What is it?" I asked impatiently. I didn't want to play any games right now.

"T-there's been - there was an accident."

My heart sank.

"What happened?" I asked, concerned.

He didn't answer.

"Nick," I said as evenly as I could. "What happened?" I repeated.

"It's not good Makenzie," he repeated, and his voice sounded scared.

"Who is it?" I needed to know. Now.

He wouldn't answer me again.

"Nick. Tell me already."

As his quivering voice said the name, I dropped the phone, and I ran.

I had to get to him before it was too late.