2- Was That an Accident?
"Uhm...Thank you. So much. Where did you find these?" I tried my best not to stumble over my words too much. He smiled.
"Actually? You left them on the stage. They must have fallen out of your pocket. While crew was cleaning up, I got asked if they were mine, and I put two-and-two together, and prayed you were still out here. I've been looking for you for ten minutes, I had to wait until the lot was pretty much cleared out. I'm Kevin, by the way." He grinned, and knelt down to help me put my stuff back in my purse.
"Wow, thank you so much." I smiled, as we dropped items into my bag. I went to grab my phone, but he dropped it in my bag before I could.
"We have the same phone." He smiled, gesturing towards my dead BlackBerry.
"It's a pretty trendy phone." I replied, not sure what to say to this boy, who by all intents and purposes, shouldn't have given a damn about my keys.
"Seems so. Nice car." He gestured towards the vision in midnight blue.
"Thanks, it's my step-dad's. That's my little sister in the car, Clare."
"She's cute, did she have fun?"
"She did." I nodded. We were staring straight at each other, and that urge to kiss him came on again. But Dustin was in the back of my mind, and a nagging feeling, quite possibly my conscience (when did I get one of those?), was telling me say "Thanks Kevin, great show. It was nice of you to give me my keys back, but I've gotta get Clare here home to bed," But no. Instead, I gape like an idiot. He was probably disgusted.
"Did you have a good time?" He smiled slyly.
"I did, actually." I nodded, fiddling with my Juicy Couture necklace.
"I'm glad. I love hearing a fan had a good time."
I should have said, "Yep, great time. But really, it's late. Later, Kevin." but no, I say, "Actually I'm not really a fan, but you put on a fabulous show," instead.
I'm an idiot.
"Well, I hope you change your mind on the fan thing. See you around." He smiled, and turned around, walking towards a bus that I hadn't notice pull about 15 feet from us.
Dumb, Scarlet. Dumb, dumb girl.
I wouldn't tell Clare about this.
When we arrived home, Brad carried Clare in, and took the keys immediately.
"Did you have a good time sweetie?" My Mom asked sarcastically.
"Actually, yeah, I did. I'm sure Clare will be telling everyone about it forever, I'll show you the pictures tomorrow, okay? I'm absolutely exhausted and need to sleep.
"Okay, Scarlet. And thank you for taking her."
"No problem, Mom. Night." I smiled, and went upstairs, anxious to crawl into bed, and sleep off the days insane events.
When I entered my room, I tossed my purse on the bed, and stripped out of my clothes without turning on the light. I pulled an old UCLA tee over my head, plugged my phone into the charger, and crawled into bed, ready for sleep.
A good nights sleep was what I needed, because Clare would surely be pouncing on my bed at the butt-crack of dawn so we could go tell Mom and Brad about the show.
I was glad Clare got to experience that, because things like that never happen. But I wasn't glad I did. Even though I knew nothing could ever happen between Kevin Jonas and I, I kept thinking in the back of my head we had a real connection. But Dustin was the greatest boyfriend I could have ever asked for. Sure, he got a little clingy and obnoxious, and flirted with other girls more than I would like, but what boyfriend DOESN'T do that?
Probably Kevin, hahaha.
I fell asleep about 10 minutes into my thoughts.
I was woken up to a very unfamiliar ringtone, and not the chorus to She Wants Revenge's "True Romance"
Instead, I recognized the voice as Jim Sturgess's cover of "Revolution" for the movie Across the Universe.
"Hello?" I grumbled.
"Is Kevin there?" A puzzled sounding boy asked.
"Erm. No. Wrong number." I replied. And wrong ringtone.
"Really? I'm pretty sure this is Kevin's number. I mean, I've got him as speed-dial four. Phones don't usually get that wrong...Wait, who is this?"
"This is Scarlet. Who is this?" I asked, now very confused.
"Nick. Where's Kevin?"
"I don't actually know who you're talking about."
"Well, that's pretty odd. I guess I won't talk to you later, haha."
"Yeah..uhm, bye." I said, and hung up.
Weird.
I went to go text Dustin, but instead, my inbox was filled with texts from Joe's, Nick's, and Lexi's.
Hm. Nick asked for a Kevin.
Kevins phone was filled with texts from Nick and Joe.
Then, it was about time to piss on myself.
"Oh, shit! He put his phone in my bag on accident!" I said to myself, and quickly dialed my own number.
But was it really an accident?
"Hello?" The voice on the other end answered, a familiar voice.
"So, I believe our phones got mixed up." I laughed.
"Seemingly so. I was just about to call my own phone." He laughed.
"Well, I kind of want mine back. I've got pictures on there that would make you blush." I giggled. I really didn't want him seeing those.
"Yeah, well. So do I. Can you not send them to people?" He laughed, and I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. I'd rather not find out.
"I won't even look, haha. So, when do you want to trade back?" I asked, now nervous. Despite telling myself all night I'd never see him again, I was going to see him again, and soon.
This was getting weird.
"Uhm. How about at three? I've got a thing, but then I'm free. At the Starbucks on North?"
"Kevin, this is LA. There are four Starbucks's on North." I laughed.
"Good point. The one that all the goth kids go to, it's probably safest for me." He laughed.
"Okay, see you then. By the way...I'm Scarlet."
"Well, Scarlet. See you at three. I'll be the one with your phone." I could almost hear him smiling.
"Bye, Kevin." I laughed, and hung up.
Four hours until Kevin. Time to look for what to wear.
I ran downstairs, to tell my Mom I'd be leaving at 3:45 to meet with a friend.
"Scarlet, weren't you and Dustin going to come to Clares cheer competition today?" She asked, peeved.
"Mom, this is kind of important." I replied, feeling bad I'd miss Clare's thing.
"Tell Clare that. You know how she loves when you and Dustin go. She adores Dustin."
"He'll probably still go, if I ask."
"This is on you, hon." She said, and continued curling her hair.
I sighed, and made my way into Clare's room.
"Good, you're up. I already told Mom about it, sorry." She smiled.
"It's okay, kiddo. Listen...do you mind if I miss your cheer thing today? I bet Dustin will still go." I said hopefully. She frowned.
"I guess. Why?"
"I need to run an errand." I replied.
"Okay. But ask Dustin to come." She smiled.
"Will do." I said, and kissed her forehead.
I dialed Dustins number, on Kevins phone.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey baby." I replied.
"Oh, hey Scarlet. Whose phone are you on?" He said.
"A friends. Listen, I can't make Clare's cheer comp. today, but can you still make it? She really wants you there." I said sweetly.
"Sure, no problem. What do you have to do?" He asked.
"I need to help Shelly with a paper for Brit. Lit." I lied. Shelly never answered her phone anyways, so if he called to verify, it would be pointless.
"Okay, doll. Talk to you later. I love you." He said. What an understanding boy.
"Love you too." I said, and hung up.
I didn't like lying, but I figured it would be tons easier to explain than "Oh, Kevin Jonas's phone and my phone just happened to get a little mixed up."
At three o'clock, I began rummaging through my closet for the perfect outift. I decided I'd wear a dress, because the weather was really nice, and it seemed cute.
After picking a blue dress that went just above my knees, with spaghetti staps, low cut bust line, and a floral print, I ran mousse through my hair to make it wavy, and slid on some flats. I applied some eyeliner, mascara, and pink lipgloss, then double checked myself in my full-lengthed mirror.
I looked kinda hot, if I do say so myself.
Grabbing my purse, and dropping Kevins BlackBerry into it, I picked my keys, to my Honda Civic, from my nightstand drawer, and dashed out the door.
Was I eager or what?
I arrived at the Starbucks at 4:03, kicking myself for being late. I know it was only three minutes, but this boy gave me the chills. Even though he shouldn't have, because it wasn't at all possible.
I saw the back of his head, his hair was straightened, but I knew it was him because he (other than myself) was the only one not wearing chains.
"Psst!" I tapped his shoulder.
"Hey there!" He smiled, and removed his Gucci aviators. I had the same pair.
"Hey, I got your phone." I laughed, and breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't akward.
"Good thing, Scars." He grinned. Scars. I liked that.
"Indeed." I replied, taking the drink he offered me. He bought me a venti Frappucino. That must mean he wanted me to stay a bit. I sat down.
"Seems like something wants us to meet, haha. First at the show, your top was like BAM, then your keys to that hot-ass ride, and now the cell-phone debacle." He grinned, and sipped his passion tea.
"I guess so. Thanks for the caramel, it's my favorite." I smiled at the fact he was able to guess my favorite drink. It took Dustin months to remember I didn't like the black tea.
"You look like a caramel lover. Myself, I go for the passion tea." He smiled again, and sipped his pink drink.
"I've never tasted it." I replied.
He held out the drink, and gestured for me to taste it. I put the straw between my lips, and took a small sip, hesitated, then took a larger when I realized it was even better than my frap.
"Thats bomb." I laughed.
"Bomb?"
"Good." I informed.
"I see. You Cali natives and your Hollywood slang." He chuckled.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"New Jersey. I miss it there, we moved here because of recording, and stuff. It got to be a hassle, flying back and forth."
"I've been to Newark a few times, i've got an aunt there."
"We were kind of close to there." He nodded, and helped himself to a sip of my frappucino.
Were we really at the share-drinks part? Because we had just met. People were never just open to sharing drinks with people they don't know. Or maybe, as usual, I was looking entirely too much into this. Maybe he was just being a super nice guy, which, was apparent- he was a super nice guy. But I really did feel a connection with him, and conversation with me never flowed this easily. I'd been rumored to be a bitch. And it was pretty much true, if I didn't like you, I was a bitch. And in order for me to like you, I needed to know you a while. I'd known Keven for not even 24-hours.
He made me feel like being nicer. And not just to him, to everyone. Which, again, was quite odd. I was usually okay with being a bitch.
We talked for about 30 more minutes, including a small interjection of us buying a brownie and splitting it.
"Well, I really don't want to, but Nick keeps texting me, I've gotta go see what he wants, he says it's important." Kevin frowned.
"I understand. It was really nice talking with you." I smiled, but it was fake. I felt like crying that he had to go. I was having way too much fun with him. More fun than I usually had with Dustin.
Note to Self: Quit comparing Kevin Jonas to Dustin.
"It was great talking with someone who isn't spazzing out over me. Like, a real conversation is hard to come by for my brothers and I. I'll have to go home and brag now."
"Brag about what?" I laughed, and finished off my drink.
"I found a pretty girl, who, despite what she says, enjoys my music. And she doesn't treat me like a celebrity, she didn't even bring it up in conversation." He grinned, and I could feel myself blush.
He called me pretty.
"Well, I promise, I'm not that great. But yeah, I suppose your music has a certain...j'nais ce pas." I laughed.
"So do you. See you around, Scars." He half smiled, half frowned, and jogged to his car, which I wasn't even aware of, was parked right next to mine. A white Miata.
So was I developing real feelings for someone I now knew for sure I'd never see again? The fates had run out of excuses, and it seemed like Kevin and I both blew our chance at getting numbers...or even e-mails. I'd never met someone who made me want to adjust myself to fit them. I wanted to agree with everything he said, even if I didn't agree. But the thing was, I actually did agree with the same things as him. We fit, and very well. It scared me, to be honest. I didn't like feeling like I wasn't in control, and with Kevin, I wasn't. Not a bit. It was like I would run to Mars if he asked. It was unnatural, but felt so damn right.
Well, life sucks, then you die.
Girl, you've got a better chance with Jesus. Every girl on the planet wants him, said my subconcious
Shuttup.
I arrived home around the same time my parents,Clare, and Dustin were walking in.
"You sure look pretty." Dustin said, and kissed my cheek.
"Thanks. How was the cheer competition?" I asked Clare.
"We won 2nd." Clare grimaced.
"That's not bad." I replied, hugged her, and began walking up the stairs. Dustin followed.
Sliding across my bed, Dustin shut the door, and joined me, immediately positioning himself on top of me, and diving right into a kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, while his right grazed over my chest, and his left went up my dress, grabbing my butt with a squeeze.
"Scarlet, Dustin, we're going to eat, want to join us?" My Mom knocked on my door. Dustin shook his head no.
"I ate while I was at Shelly's." I replied, and heard my Mom walk off.
As soon as he heard the front door shut, his pants were off.
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"I've got a joint." He said 20 minutes later, as I curled up next to him.
"Don't gotta tell me twice." I laughed, and pulled a lighter from my night stand drawer.
So I smoked. Whatever. What teenager didn't?"
"Nice wallpaper." He said as I inhaled.
"Hm?" I asked, coughing.
"You've got one of those Jonas Brothers as your wallpaper on your phone." He laughed. I grabbed it from him, and laughed.
Kevin had taken a picture of himself, and made it my wallpaper. Why didn't I think of that?
"Yeah, well. He's got curly hair." I shrugged.
After Dustin finally went home, I scrolled through my phones contacts, to call my friend Kelly. But the number under hers is what I was paying more attention to.
Kelly
Kevin
Kezryth
Kevin
Since I only knew one Kevin, and he was a certain Jonas who had over-night possesion of my phone, I felt my heart jump into my throat. He was always one step ahead of me, it seemed.
But the question is, do I call it?