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Stunned, I slowly turned to Nick, as though I didn't hear him right.
"Uhm, what?" I asked.
"I need you to help me win over Lilly," Nick repeated.
"…oh," I said.
This was absolutely terrible. I mean, I had no idea what I could have possibly done to God, but he sure was acting quite evil to me. Curse you Karma! And here I thought we were good friends! I was sorely mistaken, apparently.
"Will you do it?" he asked.
"I really don't know, Nick," I said. "Like I said, I'm not the type of person who gives good advice…"
"Please, Lola!" Nick begged. "I need to win her over. I need her."
I was torn between throwing up or smacking him. I contemplated doing both, but thought that would probably be a little complicated. I just sighed.
"Fine," I said, before I could even think about how horrible it could be. But I had a plan brewing in the back of my head. I was going to sabotage his little plan to win me over. Because that was the last thing I wanted. So, what else was there to do but to tell him to do the exact opposite that it would do to win me over?
"Thank you so much, Lola!" Nick said. "I owe you, big time."
"You do," I said truthfully. "So…tell me a little bit about this girl, so I can think of ways you can…wooh her."
So, instead of going to play cards, Nick led me into his room, and sat me on his bed while he sat in a chair by his desk.
Then Nick was sent into a full fledge whirlwind of facts I already knew about myself. I should have taken pills this morning that would keep my stomach in check. I felt about three seconds away from just passing out from disgust. A half an hour later—no, I am not exaggerating—he finally drew a much needed breath, and awaited my guru-ness.
"Okay, so," I said, finally. "I'll make a list of things you should do to win Lilly over, alright?"
Nick nodded eagerly.
"Thanks again, Lola," he said. "You don't know how important this is to me."
"Yeah, yeah, I can only imagine," I spat bitterly.
Nick leaned back in his chair expectantly, as if he wanted me to start the list right away. Well, hate to break it to you, Fro-boy, but Lola's brain isn't as quick-as-a-whip as it was before this tour. And why is that? Because you just had to ruin my life with your irritating infatuation with me. I got up from the bed, causing Nick to hurriedly scramble up from his chair.
"Aren't you going to make the list?" he asked.
"Not quite yet," I said. "I need time to think, boy."
"Oh, okay, that's totally cool," Nick said quickly. "You—you know where I am. Get back to me whenever." He made for the door, probably going to join his brothers.
"Hey, Nick," I called, before he left. He paused, and looked back at me.
"Yeah, Lola?"
"Can you answer something honestly?" I asked.
"For you? Yeah," he grinned. "I owe you, remember?"
"Riiight," I said. "Why—exactly why do you like her so much?"
Nick stood at the doorway, looking at me in shock. I wanted the complete honest answer as to why he strived to crumble my self-esteem with his persistance. He had better give it to me.
"I like her because she makes me feel different," Nick answered finally. "No other girl can do that."
"That's all?" I asked, taken aback.
Here I was, expecting an hour-long explanation of Nick's heartfelt tales about me and the weird thing he does with my pictures at night. And all I got was that I make him feel different? How completely anti-climactic. If he wanted to feel different, why don't we send him to Venus? That would solve a lot of problems.
"Well, there is one other thing," Nick sighed.
"What's that?" I asked, somewhat eagerly. So I was curious, sue me.
"I don't like her," he admitted. "I love her." With that, he left. He left, leaving me standing near his bed in complete and utter shock. Him liking me was one thing…but loving me? How did he even know he loved me? It could just be like…hormones, or something, right?
Yet, something in the back of my brain was telling me Nick was one hundred percent serious. That freaked me out immensely, and I think I got hit with my first panic attack.
"Oh. My. God," I said, breathing heavily. "Shit." I ripped open the bedroom door and practically sprinted out of the bus, ignoring all of the worried calls coming from the Jonas boys and Hannah. After hurriedly locking the door on Hannah's tour bus, and closing all the windows and their blinds, I ripped off my wig and ran into the bathroom. Locking that door as well, I dialed in Hannah's cell.
"Where did you go?" was the first thing she said to me.
"Your bus," I said. "Hannah, I can't take this tour anymore. I can't. It's too much."
"Why? What happened?" Hannah asked, sounding worried.
"He told Lola he loves Lilly," I said. "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?"
"Oh, God, I don't know," Hannah said. "Look, let me finish up here. I'll be about a half hour, unless they trap me into doing a rematch."
"You're winning, aren't you?" I said, already knowing.
"Heck yeah," Hannah said. "Anyways, just go entertain yourself. I shouldn't be too long."
"Okay," I said.
"Love ya, Lola," she said.
"Love ya, Hannah," I said, matching her lilting, sing-song voice. I closed my phone and left the bathroom.
In my room, there was a tiny notebook hidden under my pillow. It wasn't a diary, just a journal. I never thought I was much of a writer, but every now and then, I'd write down a poem or just my thoughts. I decided I'd vent all that I was feeling into my list for Nick. Sabotage usually made me feel better.
What Nick Must Do To Win Lilly Over
Send her lilies. It's cliché, but cute!
Ha. Lies. I think it's unoriginal, and as Lilly I would tell him so. And isn't it ironic, but I'm allergic to lilies.
She seems like the kind of girl who secretly enjoys fancy French chocolates.
3. Surprise her with cute things.
4. Give her a bracelet with your names engraved on it.
I absolutely hate chocolate. I like the French, but hate their chocolate.
I do like cute things, but only puppies. And who honestly would buy me a puppy? I knew he'd mistake "cute things" for teddy bears and stuff, which I hate.
I don't wear jewelry.
That's pretty much all I could think he could do that I can brush off. I knew his attempts being rebutted would crush him. Maybe he'd finally leave me alone after that. After that thought, I felt much better. Who cared what he felt about me? That was his problem, and not mine in any way.
"I love her."
Like a firework suddenly breaking in the sky, an image of Nick appeared out of nowhere in my brain. The way he looked so sincere, so serious when he admitted that was stamped in my mind.
"I love her."
I hated that boy. He was the bane of my existance. If that was so, why did, all of a sudden, his words make me feel strange? Why did I suddenly lose feeling in my leg? I couldn't like him. I refused to. But even with my biting sarcasm and unused heart, I felt some sympathy for him. He loved someone who simply didn't care.
"I love her."
And then I got hit with guilt. I, Lillian Anne Truscott, felt guilty, for once in my life. I hated myself for causing someone so much pain. Even if he was Nick Jonas, what kind of person would hurt someone like that? I knew I was borderline horrible, but still. I also knew that my insults actually made him happy.
"I love her."
But, I knew as well that I couldn't always make him happy. He was probably happy when I directed my attention towards him, and that was all. When the world was quiet, and he was alone, he was more than likely miserable, thinking about how much he loved me, and how much I hated him. The knowledge that you're wasting your time and have no chance…it was probably heart breaking.
Then, I imagined Nick crying. Crying over me. I had never seen Nick cry, but it wasn't hard to imagine him doing so. Suddenly, I was shaking, and my eyes were clouded with tears.
Congratulations, Nick Jonas. You've finally broken me.
A/N: I think her soft side was revealed too quickly. Oh, how ashamed I am…:(
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