Standing in the Rain
by greendayfreak8
Disclaimer: I do not own the Jonas Brothers (if I did, I would keep them in my closet and feed them once a day) or JONAS (If I did, Macy and Joe would've kissed by now). I do, however own the plot.
Stella's POV
Arriving at the party I wore my newest masterpiece: A pink lace dress. It was oozing Stella Malone. Embracing everything me-ish.
I had my mom drive me there, so I could make a wonderful star like entrance: Coming out of the black BMW, throwing my hair to one side.
I heard a couple of guys standing nearby gasping for air. I smiled for myself.
None of them were my kind of guys. Their outfits were based on, whatever stupid outfit was cool at school. No matter if it fitted them or not.
Well, one of them where pretty good looking. He was standing out in his green shirt. It looked amazing with his black hair. Looking like something from the La Coure spring collection.
But I didn't want to come up too eager, so I kept walking up the front stairs of the old fire station.
When I entered the house I was happy to see the front room filled with people. This was going to be an amazing party.
Suddenly Joe was standing by my side. Looking gorgeous in a grey shirt and black skinny jeans.
He greeted me with a hug.
"That shirt is fabulous!" I couldn't stop myself.
"Yeah. Guess who picked it! Your Stellavator"
"Amazing isn't it?"
"Of course. But hey, you look pretty good yourself. Is that the wonderful new dress you were talking about?"
"Of course it is." I hit him gently on the chest, "why would I wear anything else?"
He knew me too good. He knew that I could've changed my whole wardrobe in minutes, if I suddenly felt for it.
"Gotta go" I said suddenly.
"Where's the fire?"
"Ha...ha... funny. Cause we're in a firehouse. I just have to go to the toilet. If that okay, I mean you might have some excellent excuse for keeping me here." I looked at him an impatience look on my face.
"No. Please go. I shall not keep you here against your will." He said in an over politely way.