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Chapter 4:

Katie's POV

Three. I counted THREE cotton candies Joe had eaten. His poor brothers. If he was wild without the sugar, I couldn't even imagine what he'd be like with it. He shoved the last of his third into his mouth. His fingers stuck together and I laughed. The poor guy was a mess.

"Napkins?" I asked, handing him more napkins than a two-year-old would need in this situation. He hesitated for a moment but then decided to take them, considering cotton candy was everywhere. He was so sticky that the napkin stuck to his face at first.

"Crap," I heard him whisper.

So far, this had been the best date I'd ever been on. I'd never met a more fun-loving person than Joe. The night had been spent talking, with him telling hilarious jokes, and of course, him stuffing his face with cotton candy. You'd never know he was a celebrity. He was just a kid stuck in a nineteen year old's body.

He was also very klutzy. Joe had tripped over his own feet more times than I could keep track of. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

He got up from the table and threw away the napkins. They seemed to take up a good percentage of the garbage can. He walked back over to me and held out his hand. I hesitated; wondering if it was still sticky, but grabbed his hand anyway.

"So," he started, pulling me into the crowd, "Are you from around here?" I shook my head.

"No. Jess, Sam and me are from New Jersey," I told him and he looked at me surprised.

"Where?" I didn't know where he was taking me. Some little girl saw Joe and her mouth dropped open. She threw her giant pretzel on the ground and ran screaming for her mom.

"Ridgewood," I answered.

"No way! We're from Wyckoff. That's really close," He grinned.

"I used to hang out in Wyckoff. A lot of my friends lived there," I said, "Who knows? Maybe I've met you before,"

"Perhaps!" He shouted and I laughed at his randomness.

We had reached the Ferris wheel. I gazed at the tall ride with widened eyes. Oh, well maybe I should have told him that I was scared to death of heights. Yeah…that might have helped

"Come on! Let's get on!" He said, tugging on my hand. I didn't move, I just looked at it. He turned around to see why I wasn't coming.

"Uhm…Joe?" He stood next to me. I gulped loudly and I tore my eyes away from it to look at him.

"You okay? You look green," Joe stated. I stepped back and breathed deeply. Ever since I was little, I'd been scared of anything over 8 feet high. No, despised it even. All because my dad had to take me on that Ferris wheel. He almost dropped me off the side and it scarred me for life.

"No, I can't. I hate heights. Go on without me," I told him and to my surprise, he laughed.

"Come on. You can do it," Joe encouraged pushing me closer to my death. I resisted as much as I could but he was strong.

"Joe! I can't! Please no!" I whined. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a look.

"Katie. You can do it. Be…dangerous!" Before I knew it, I was sitting on the ride and a man was buckling my seat belt. I rested my feet in the metal compartment underneath me and I closed my eyes. God, please don't let me puke on him. I squeezed his hand in a death grip as the ride slowly moved towards the sky.

"It's okay, Katie. Just think about it, at least you'll die with me," he joked. But right now I was in NO mood for joking. With my eyes still shut securely, I let out a timid squeak in fear. I could feel it rocking. Suddenly, it stopped. I shrieked.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Joe, we're gonna die! We're gonna die!" I shouted frantically, clutching his hand for dear life. He laughed under his breath.

"Katie, open your eyes," he told me and I shook my head.

"Do you WANT me to puke?!" I wanted OFF this RIDE!

"Open your eyes," he said again. This time, I decided to do what he said and I opened my left eye slowly. My breath caught in my throat and I opened my other eye. I breathed a shaky breath as I eased up on his hand.

"Told you," he mumbled with a smirk on his face.

"Oh my…it's so beautiful," I could see everything from up there. We towered over the whole fair. I saw the people down below as they laughed and enjoyed themselves. I could hear faint music, and saw bright lights. But the most beautiful thing I saw were the night stars above us. They twinkled in the night sky, setting a romantic atmosphere. Joe rubbed my hand and smiled. Slowly, and to my dismay, we descended down to the ground and to me reality.

Once we got off, I hugged him, "Thank you," I said. He hugged me back and then held my hand again.

"Where to?" he asked as we walked through the crowd once more. I thought for a second. Then, it hit me.

"Follow me!" I had remembered something I saw on the way in that seemed like so much fun. We ran through the crowd, me in the lead. A huge tent appeared and I smiled. He read the sign and raised his eyebrows at me doubtfully.

"Really?" he asked as I pulled him through the opening. People turned and looked at him, but he didn't notice. I grabbed two black hats and gave one to Joe. He rested it on top of his black hair and we took our places on the dance floor.

An elderly man in a bright, red checkered shirt and a white cowboy hat stepped into the center surrounded by people.

"Howdy ladies and gents!" he said in a heavy Tennessee accent, "Welcome to Bob's, that's me," he pointed to himself and smiled a toothy grin, "Hoe-down. How Y'all feeling tonight?" he asked the crowd. In response, people cheered, "Alright then! We'll be around momentarily to give y'all your numbers. Don't you go nowhere!" He walked out of the center and him and a tall blonde, whose shorts were way too short to even be considered shorts, passed out numbers. She handed us ours and gave Joe a flirty look, but once again he didn't notice. He was putting my number on my back. She walked away disappointed. Too bad.

"I've never done this before," Joe warned as I stuck the number on his back.

"Don't worry. Just follow me," I reassured him as the man took center of the dance floor again.

"Are we ready to dance?" he was answered again by cheering and applause. I looked at Joe, who was watching the man with a weird expression, and thought about how good he looked in a cowboy hat. A cowboy should definitely be a backup plan for him, "Well, it looks like this is going to be a great competition, folks! We ready? Get set…DANCE!"

The music blared and I placed my hands on my hips like the girl in front of me. Joe did the same and everyone hopped three steps to the right and kicked their feet. The girls twirled around their partners and stepped to the beat while the guys rested their hands on their belts and leaned from side to side. I laughed as Joe made funny faces. This went on until Bob said it was freestyle time.

Joe grabbed my hands and spun me around until I was dizzy. We dosy-doed and Joe sang, "Swing your partner round and round! Pick 'er up and put 'er down!" He lifted me up in the air and I laughed. My sides were started to hurt because I was laughing so hard. Both our faces were flushed as he spun me twice and the song ended. We clapped for the band, as did everyone else. Joe fixed my hat, which was falling off and he rested his arm over my shoulders.

"How do y'all feel? That was pretty nice dancing out there!" Shouted Bob trying to calm down the dancers, "Well, well! The judges have made their decision," Everyone waited anxiously as he was handed a sheet of paper. He opened it and eyed everyone. His eyes stopped on Joe and I; "The winners are…Number 7! Come on up here, kids!" Joe let out a howl and pulled me to the center. I watched about twelve girls, including the blonde he ignored, shoot me dirty looks. Joe told Bob our names and everyone applauded. Joe accepted our small trophy and we walked out hand in hand, still wearing our hats.

"That was probably the most fun I've ever had," He said, "I never would have thought of that,"

"I might just give you a run for your money in the random department," I joked. He smirked.

"Don't get your hopes up," he told me as I sat down and rested. I fanned my face with my hat. Soon enough, a little blonde girl holding a pen and paper emerged from the crowd, climbed on the bench, and tapped Joe's shoulder. He looked at her and smiled.

"Hey sweetie," he said to her and she giggled. I laughed at how cute they both were.

"Hi Mr. Jonas. Can I have your 'awtogwaph?" she asked mispronouncing the word, "Autograph," He laughed and took the paper from her.

"Of course you can. So what's your name, cutie?" Joe asked signing his name before writing, "To:"

"I'm Caroline and I'm 5 and a half," Caroline informed him holding up her fingers. He wrote, "to Caroline, who is five and a half. Don't forget to follow your dreams" She grinned at him and he laughed.

"Thank you!" She shouted as he held his arms out for a hug. She ran into his arms and smiled. He made that little girl so happy. How adorable. She let go and jumped off the bench, waving as she went to her mom. Joe smiled and turned back to me.

"That was sweet, you know?" I told him and he laughed. I inched closer to him.

"She was so cute. I couldn't say no," He said as I rested my head on his shoulder. Off in the distance I could see Jess and Nick. Nick had a guitar in his lap and it looked like he was playing something. Jess had a happy look on her face, one that I hadn't seen in a long time. Maybe this was her break through. I hoped so.

Joe nudged me and I sat up.

"Want some ice cream?" He asked desperately. Oh great, more sugar. I smiled and stood up. He took my hand and we walked off to find some ice cream.