Five minutes later, I had my mother driving me like crazy to the Jonas's Beverly Hills home. I had the window open, my chin-length dirty-blond hair blowing in the wind and my fingers gripping at the hot metal of our black Jeep. "Mom, hurry up," I urged, frantic. She glanced at me. "Honey, I'm going sixty-five on a forty-five road." I gritted my teeth. "I don't care! They could get hurt, mom!" She reached out and rubbed my shoulder comfortingly. "They're sixteen and eighteen. They can fight off danger. They'll be okay until we get there."
I fidgeted and whined until we got there, and by then, there were only a few people left, holding signs proudly displaying 'SICK F--S!' and 'GO TO HELL SINNERS' and other things amongst that variety. I dashed into the house but I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Sorry, Collie, the rant is over," a friendly, familiar voice. I looked up, slowly, afraid. I was right. It was my best friend's father. I shook my head and tore away from him, into the house. "Wait, Collie! You don't want to do that!" he called after me. I ignored him.
I dashed around, too afraid for my friends' safety to gawk at the fact that I was in the Jonas Brother's home. I ran into the kitchen. "Nick! Joe!" I got no reply, and I swerved into the dining room. "You guys? It's Collie! I'm here!" I tore up the stairs and found a locked room. I tugged on it and someone yelled at me from the other side. "We're not going to listen to you, go away!" "It's me, Collie!" I yelled back. The door flew open and I was pulled into the small closet with them.
Joe and Nick Jonas. Two members of the former Jonas Brothers, and I was IN. A. CLOSET. WITH. THEM. I forgot the fact why I was there and simply focused on breathing. "So, you're Collie?" they asked. I nodded. "Yeah," I said breathlessly. "It's very, very nice to meet you." We exited the closet and I gasped. They had a few bruises on their arms and Nick had a small sliver of a cut running down his cheek. Joe noticed and touched the wound gently, leaning down and kissing his brother on the lips. My eyes opened wide, and in the same second he pulled away, sensing my reaction. "Sorry," he said quickly. "No, no," I said, smiling a bit. "That's pretty hot, actually." Joe laughed, and Nick blushed, but chuckled as well.
I looked at both of them. "My mom drove me here—my entire family accepts you guys." I looked down at my feet and then back up at them. "Do you want to stay with us for a while? Until things cool down a bit." Joe looked at Nick, who nodded. "Yeah," they both said in unison. Then they both wrapped their arms around me, giving me a huge hug. "Thanks so much!" they whispered. I grinned stupidly; I was insanely giddy to have my two idols touching me. "No problem," I said happily, my voice light.
We all walked out, and the few leftover people swarmed us. I glared at them. "COMING THROUGH, HERE, PEOPLE," I screeched. "LEAVE THE POOR GUYS ALONE!!" I spat at every protester and hurried the brothers to our car. They looked at me with admiration. "You've got some powerful lungs there." I grinned sheepishly. "Thanks…" I introduced the brothers to my mother, and we drove home, our new tenants in the backseat.