Second part of standing out in the crowd and yes, I am obsessed with dedicate fics right now, bare with me.
This one –points to screen below- is for Chibiyugixyami, because she's just awesome!
Arabell is based on her, so ya all go love her!
Or just enjoy the chapter…!

I ran towards the back of the restaurant and saw Mel walking towards me, looking quite disappointed. Sad for her, but great for me…

"Hey Mel, how'd your 'older hottie' go?" I asked, rushed. Looking back to the door, they hadn't come in yet.
"Not good… why are you so interested?"
"You want to flirt with celebrities?"
"Why…?" she asked suspicious, grabbing some glasses to fill, as we had arrived back at the bar.
"Well, I um…" I stuttered, I hadn't come up with a proper excuse yet.

She rolled her eyes at me. "Oh please! Arie!" she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the entrance, where some bodyguards stood waiting for their protectieves.

"You don't understand!" I argued, trying to break free from her iron grip. "I talked to one of them tonight, it's the JONAS BROTHERS! I can't serve them now! Please take over my shift Mel! I'll owe you forever." I was practically begging now, great…

She gave me a last push towards the door, where familiar dark hair and male-fasionable clothes just walked in.
"Oh yeah, you'll owe me big time. For this!" with that, Mel left, ignoring my glare at her.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the three boys and some other people standing next to them.
"Hello, welcome to Malcini's." I said, not even pretending to be enthusiastic. "I'm Arabell and I will be your server tonight, how would you like to sit?"

The two brothers I hadn't met smiled at me. Gosh, did every celeb have such white teeth?
Nick, who had been looking back, turned around swiftly. He stared at me for a moment, frown on his face. Recognition in his eyes. The brown orbs darted to my note-pad, securely in my bag-pocket.

"A table for…" Joe started counting. "Seven, please."
Oh, mannered too…

"Follow me, please." I said, turning around, I knew where to bring them, the Luna-Lounge. The moon-room.

I tried to ignore the annoying stares Nick kept giving me as I guided them into the Moon-room.

It truly was our best and most beautiful room, I always instantly felt calm when entering, because of the soft blue and silver colouring. Me and my co-workers always hung out here in our pauses (making sure to leave it spot-perfect when leaving, Mr. Malcini knew, but didn't mind as long as it was cleaned up afterwards) The chairs and benches were amazingly soft and comfortable, imagine sitting on a cloud, then you'll get it…
The brothers and their groupies (band, I don't really know, you'd have to have another Misa for that) seemed to really appreciate the room.

"Here are our menu's, take your time picking." I said, handing them our sand-coloured menu's as they all sat down and took off their coats.
I noticed again that even off-stage they were dressed really good. The oldest, Melvin? Was wearing a white V-neck and expensive looking shoes. The flat-haired one, Joe, wore an equally white dress shirt plus boots and Nick was also wearing a white T-shirt, but with a black jacket covering most of it. On his feet were less expensive looking sneakers.
They all were wearing tight, pitch black skinny's.

Even in my uniform, witch was kind of chic, I felt underdressed.

"Can I get you something now?" I continued asking. "Something to drink or filled bread?"

They all smiled at me from their sitting positions, except for Nick, who kept staring at me weirdly. Hadn't he liked me this afternoon, or was that just me?
Maybe he was weirded out by my uniform and uncharistic heels. Well, he'd just have to deal with that, it wasn't like I could help it.

"That'd be nice…"

I found the older brother, Kevin, his name is Kevin, chuckling at my bewildered expression.

"We'd like something to drink and the bread sounds nice." He clarified.
Definitely polite…

"yes sir, take your time in choosing." I said and walked away, once again stared after by Nick…
what the hell was his problem?

Nick PoV

Okay, maybe it wasn't fair to her that I was staring at her like that, but I honestly couldn't help it.
I was glad to see her and angry at her at the same time, was that even possible?
Our conversation this afternoon had been replayed and replayed over and over in my head. Like annoying and incredibly cute bees.

"Dude, you like her?" Kevin asked suddenly.
"No." I answered shortly, still staring at the door where she just walked out.
From the corners of my eyes I saw my brothers sharing a 'yeah, right' look.
"I do not like her, I hardly know her." More like l…

"wait a sec… blonde hair, carrying a note-pad, heart shaped face witch doesn't rhyme with beautiful… Is she?"
"Just shut up Joe." I snapped, I really didn't like what was happening.
"Chill dude, only sayin'…"
"Don't."

With that they stopped talking and I got lost in my own thoughts again.

I knew I was rude, my brothers didn't deserve that, but I was really annoyed by this crap. Why was this girl special? Why her? What the hell had she done to me?

I sighed as she walked in with the drinks Kevin had ordered and a plate with delicious looking Italian bread.
Before putting it down in front of us, she shot me a weird look I answered with a scowl.

After taking our choices –I just picked the first thing on the list— she left with a confused and possibly hurt? Look on her pretty-face.

I wish I had my guitar, so I could make this rotten feeling into a song and be done with it… If only I could… but thanks to her, I couldn't.
I couldn't catch her, didn't get her, didn't see her essence like with all the others. She was a mystery to me…

"Nick, be nice to Arabell, she's very kind to us. At least stop scowling, whatever's going on, I'm sure it will work out." Kevin said, trying to reassure me.

Sure Kev, pick now to make sense.

'Arabell' soon returned with our food, carrying all of them at the same time, succeeding in being somewhat graceful.
I shot her a glance, something the fans called my 'intense look', trying to get what fascinated me so much about her and then it happened.

She tripped…

I heard the clatter of the plates, them breaking on the hard floor as she fell down in the sharp, broken fragments.

"Shit…" Joe muttered before they all ran over to her.
"Are you okay?" Kevin asked, helping her up as I still sat frozen in my chair.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." She said, looking at me. "I'm, I-… fine."
Kevin looked at her concerned. "I don't think so." He told her, turning her arm around.

I felt nausea rising as I saw the blood dripping from her forearm.
Had I caused this?

Arabell PoV

Damn the Misa clumsiness. Damn those sharp edges of the damned dirty plates and damn you Nick Jonas, with your damned intense glare.
I felt the sting of the porcelain in my skin, blood dripping out of the three wounds on my forearm. "Ouch…" I said in wonder and I swear I saw Nick smiling from the corners of my eye…

"Come on, let's bring you back." The voice of the helpful older brother said, softly helping me back to my feet.
"Thanks." I muttered, smiling at him. At least he wasn't rude, like his younger, curly haired, damn gorgeous, annoying brother….

"Don't worry, we'll help cleaning. Nick? Why don't you bring her to wherever the first-aid kit is? You know your way with bandages."

Apparently, he was also very cheeky, setting me up with Nick like that. He probably had noticed the strange tension.
"How can I not, with a brother like Joe?" Nick answered, but still rose from his chair, where he hat sat the whole time.

"Come on." He said, not even trying to help me, but instead walking straight towards the exit.

Eventually I was the one bringing us to the first aid kit. Because he, for well known reasons, didn't knew the way to it.
"It's okay; go back to your brothers and groupies. I can take it from here, I'm used to injuries." I told him, I probably bored him to numbness.

"I am not leaving you, you're injured." He stubbornly said, grabbing the first-aid kit before I could even reach for it.
"Come on, sit down. Can you stretch your arm? Like that." He said, obviously having done this before. I think I had heard Macy talk about Joe being somewhat clumsy…

"OUCH! Watch where you put those tweezers!" I yelled, pain shooting through my arm.
"Why don't you just sit still, so I can get those infected pieces out?" He shot back angrily, swinging his black curls out of his face.

I winced again, as he poked my painful flesh. "Watch it." I growled.
"Stop bugging me! I can't concentrate!" he snapped.

Why did I get the feeling it wasn't just about the wounds anymore?

"Okay, seriously, what is your problem?" I asked, pulling my throbbing hand out of his. Even though the air felt cold without his warm hands. It were just three little cuts, nothing worse then what I was used to.

He glared at me, something unidentified in his eyes. "What is my problem? What is yours is a better question."

I huffed. "I'm not the one glaring at me for no reason, first acting nice and then watching me like I'm dirt… Doing absolutely nothing when I fell because of you!" I stood up now, untying my apron and throwing it onto a shelf where I left my other stuff earlier. The small closet we were currently standing in, something mr. superstar probably wouldn't like, was usually used for us to change or store things away. The grey wall almost invisible because of the shelves and all the crap that was on it.

"You're blaming that on me? I just looked at you and you start to go all clumsy, I thought you didn't care about my attention, but you're probably an obsessive stalker again." He semi-shouted. Knowing he was crossing lines here.

"Me! An obsessive stalker? I'm probably the only sane person that has been to your stupid concert in years!" I yelled back, grabbing my purse (yeah I have a purse).

"I don't know what it is with you, but you're not right!" He screamed.

We were standing directly in front of each other now, both panting from rage. His face was a scowl; mine was probably red from angriness.

"Oh, now I'm not right? Tell me, what's so not right about talking to you, I showed you my note-pad, one of my most private possessions, we sat and sang and had a little fun. What's so weird about that?" I asked, my teeth clanked together.

"Do you really want to know?" He hissed.
"Obviously…"

"Fine! The weird thing is that ever since I was little, I wrote songs, when I was sad, happy, in love. Usually when something like this happens, talking to someone different, a beautiful girl like you, nothing like anything I've ever seen. I write a song about it. A number one hit." He said. More then just rage in his brown eyes now, I couldn't quite identify it, but I could care less.

I raised an eyebrow. "So?" I replied coldly.

"This time I can't!" he snarled. "I can't come up with a single line! Nothing can describe you, you're elusive! I have a bloody writers-block because of you! I always write songs about everything. Everything I do, everything that gets stuck in my head, I get it out through my music, but with you. I just can't. That is what's weird. I can't write a song about you!"
H crossed his arms, staring at me with pained eyes and all I could do was open my mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"You have been bugging me all afternoon. Meeting you was so great and I expected to write a really nice song about you, because I thought you were really nice and then, I just can't. You messed with my head; you made me all weird and stuck, okay? Do you have any idea how scary that is for me?!" he continued.

"Not really." I replied, my stomach tightening. Why did this stuff always happen to me?

"No, you don't, you don't understand a thing." He said, looking away.

"Fine, whatever, I'll just leave and you can go on with your stupid rock star life." There were tears in my eyes, I could feel them. "I'll just disappear again, okay. Problem solved, if you hate me so much…"

Heated tears ran over my cheeks, I didn't know what exactly about him hit me so hard, I only knew it hurt. Blaming me for his problems after I though we had something, something. I didn't even wanted to understand anymore.
I just grabbed my guitar and ran, far, far away from Nick Jonas.

Nick PoV

I just stood there as she ran past me, tears still fresh on her cheeks, god I hated those tears. Not because I hated her, like I had been implying for the last few minutes, but because I caused them. For no reason.
Damn was I a fool…

I swallowed and turned around before a certain black object caught my attention. Her purse
I grabbed it and I don't know how long I stood there until I made my decision.

The decision between if she was worth it or not…
The answer was very simple…

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