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Jonah Wizard was tired. He was bored of going to concert, after concert, after concert, all with screaming fan girls screaming Jo-nah! Jo-nah Jo-nah! He heard their calls in his sleep, and it irritated him to no end.

Just then, his phone rang. Once again, he was hiding from the paparazzi, but this time as a young teenage girl. It was quite awkward. He didn't know how girls could wear bras all day long.

Jonah pretended to be looking around, as if looking for the source of the ring. Then he realized everyone was staring at him. Uh-oh.

"JONAH!" Some girl screamed. She looked like she was ten years old. "Marry me!" Someone else called. "Kiss me! Jonah please!"

He groaned. Jonah turned and ran into the building, trying not to scream. What was it with everyone always knowing who he was? He'd even tried being a Snoopy mascot, but even then, they had found him. Someone was feeding info to the paparazzi.

Inside the posh office building, Jonah ran into the bathroom and changed back into his Wiz gear. He put on skinny jeans, Nike running shoes (in case he needed to make a quick getaway) and his black leather jacket.

Jonah walked briskly back outside, and the instant he stepped outside, he could hear his fan's sigh of approval.

He held out his arms and announced, "Da Wiz is here!" His fans sighed in unison.

Some overly eager news reporter shoved her way through the throng around him and asked, "Jonah, who was this girl you were talking about in Massachusetts?"

Jonah blushed. How had that gotten out? Obviously, someone had videoed him and posted it on YouTube. Great. "Whoa! How'd you know that?" Jonah asked. "I feel stalked!"

One teenage girl stepped up to Jonah and batted her eyelashes. "Jonah, stalking is not a word I use." Jonah inwardly groaned. "I prefer intense study of individual." ( A/N: Thanks to craycray3 for that hilarious saying. If you haven't read her profile, go do it. You'll be laughing for a while!)

Jonah smiled. "Good one." People around him broke out laughing, and Jonah hurriedly joined in. The girl blinked, surprised that she had made Jonah Wizard of all people laugh.

She whipped out her cell phone. "Can I take a picture with you?" She asked, batting her long, heavily mascara lined eyelashes.

"No." Jonah said. "The Wiz don't do that."

Her face fell. Jonah pulled out a pen, took her hand, and scrawled his name on her palm. The girl's mouth dropped open. "Th-th-th-th-thanks!" The girl stuttered. Then she ran out of the crowd. "I won't ever wash my right hand. I won't ever wash my right hand. I won't ever wash my right hand!"

Jonah watched the girl retreat, and he couldn't help but think of Nellie. For whatever reason, she was always in his thoughts.

0oo0

Nellie Gomez stared blankly at the TV screen. The romance movie she was watching was so repetitive of others. Same story. Girl meets guy. They fall in love. They get married. They have a problem. They solve. They find out the girl is pregnant. Yay. End of story.

"Woo-hoo!" Dan yelled, running around and around in circles. "Yes!" He was fighting an imaginary ninja lord. Of course, he was winning.

"Danny boy. Please." Nellie groaned. She had an awful headache. It felt as if someone had split her head open with a pick axe.

She tried not to scream as the house phone rang. Nellie didn't even know why they had a house phone. All of them had smartphones! She picked it up and answered. "Hello." She said dully.

"Hello. Ian Kabra speaking. May I ask to whom I am speaking?"

Nellie groaned. Leave it to the Kabras to call their house phone just to practice telephone mannerisms. "Nellie. The babysitter."

"Au pair!" Dan yelled, breaking out of trance.

"Ah, yes, how's Jonah doing these days?"

Nellie wanted to scream. So she did.

"Excuse my interruption, babysitter," Ian said, "But could you tell me where dear Amy love is?"

Nellie shouted into the speaker, "Amy! Ian wants you!" She could just imagine Ian Kabra's thoughts right now. "What type of people are these Americans? They don't even know how to speak on a telephone!"

"Coming." Amy plodded in and took the phone from Ian. "Hello." She mumbled. "Yes... Yes... Yeah, she is." Amy looked over at Nellie.

Nellie was getting very suspicious.

Amy continued. "Yes, she is... Nosy, I know... Well, I can try... All right Bye... DON'T CALL ME LOVE!" She hung up. "See you later people. Hey, Dan, wanna go get an ice cream cone? Atticus will be there!" She bribed.

Nellie arched her eyebrows. Talk about weird. First Kabra calls, and then Amy's acting like nothing happened. Weird.

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When Amy and Dan came back from the ice cream parlor, both of them had a weird smile on their face. "Nellie! Guess what!" Dan shrieked.

"What." Nellie said, uninterested. Dan was probably just going to tell her about the amazing ice cream cone he'd eaten. He'd be on a sugar high for the next ten minutes and she mentally prepared herself for whatever jibberish was going to come out of Dan's mouth.

"Since you're such an awesome au pair, Amy and I decided to take you on a quick trip to New York."

Nellie was automatically suspicious. "New York?" She asked. "Why?"

"Does there have to be a reason to take our amazing au pair on a trip?" Amy asked.

"Um, no. I still just don't get why you're doing this. What do you have up your sleeve?"

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth." Dan blurted.

Amy sighed. "Nellie, I don't get why you're au paring us."

Nellie ignored Dan. "Good point Amy. How long are we staying?"

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