I stood up and went over to my suitcase. I was only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt right now. I was gonna change. I looked through the case, and found some black skinnys that were size 1. Way to big. I put them on. The raided it again. I found a old Tokio Hotel concert shirt from when me and my boyfriend, Aron went to a concert in Madrid. Tokio Hotel is my favorite band on earth. I pulled the black t-shirt over my head. I grabbed my GIR beanie from the suitcase and put it onto my head. I flicked my jet black hair behind my shoulder and walked downstairs.

I saw my dad and Pat, Joe and Andy playing Guitar Hero in the Living room. I sat down and pulled out my shoes. I put on my white Taylors (converse) and grabbed a sharpie from the my back pocket and began to draw hearts and stars and writing the lyrics to TH songs in German on my shoes.

"OH! Yeah. You just got Powned." Andy said to Joe. My head shot up.

"What?" I asked. The unfamiliar slang intrigued me.

"Powned? Its like… saying you just got owned. But.. Not."

"Interesting." I put the sharpie in my pocket and stood up. "Dad, I'm gonna go for a walk." He nodded. And I spun around towards the door. I opened it and ran head first into someone standing there.

"Que le! Regarder Où tu vas!" I yelled. That's basically 'You jerk. Watch out!' in French. I looked at the person. There were three boys. Two with straight hair, one with really curly hair. I ran into the curly haired one.

"Excuse me?" The middle one asked. He was relatively tall with blackish straight hair and cute brown eyes.

"I said watch it, You jerk." The one on the far left started talking now.

"We're very sorry. Nick needs to watch were he's going." He had obviously straightened hair and he also had warm brown eyes.

"Who are you talking about?" I asked. The looked to each other with confused looks.

"We're the Jonas Brothers." The middle one said.

"Well I don't know any Jonas' so you going to have to specify better than that." The Left one gave me a look.

"Wait… You don't know who we are?"

"Should I? DO you like… know my dad or something?" I asked. The far left one shook his head.

"No. But we're famous."

"Well I've never heard of you." I shook off the feeling to totally crush their spirits. "Granted, I also just moved from Spain. I'm Isabella. You can call me Izzy." I put out my hand. They all shook it.

"I'm Kevin, and this is Joe and Nick."

"Well.. Nice to meet you." I said. I walked past them.

"Wait!" Nick said I turned. "Where are you going?"

"I think the mall. Not sure yet."

"Can we come?" Nick asked.

"If you want to." I said.

"Not, me. Or Joe. We've got to watch Frankie, our little brother."

"You need two people to watch him?" I asked.

"For Frankie? Definatly." Nick said.

"Ok, so Nick, You wanna come?" He nodded and followed me down the street.

"So, where did you live in Spain?" He asked.

"Zaragoza. Its in between Barcelona and Madrid." I said, pronouncing the spainsh words perfectly.

"So, back then when you yelled at me, that was Spanish?"

"No, French. I'm fluent in 8 languages."

"Wow…. that's so cool." He said. "So, where do you go to school?"

"Sea view. I think. Just like before."

"Before?"

"I lived here about three years ago. I was born here." He stopped.

"Wait.. What?" I nodded. "You sound like you're from England or something."

"My cousins are from Australia. I was living with them in Spain. I only spoke English around them."

"Oh… right." We continued walking.

"So, do you like music?"

"I love music. Ever heard of Tokio Hotel?"

"Oh, Bill and Tom's band?"

"Yeah…. I'm like obsessed with them."

""What's your favorite song?"

"Schrei. Original."

"Cool. You play any instruments?"

"Choose an instrument. Bet you five bucks I play it."

"I believe you. You sing?"

"My dad says I got his singing, but I disagree."

"Is your dad a good singer?"

"He's in a band. He sings backup. But, mostly bass."

"What kinda music?"

"Punk…"

"Your dad plays Punk music. That is so cool."

"Yeah. Um… so… How long have you lived here?"

"About a year. I go to Seaview by the way."

At the Mall:

"So, what shops?" Nick asked. I shrugged.

"I dunno. Lets just walk." He nodded. We continued through the mall. I saw a few faces that were familiar. I knew none of them recognized me, though.

Just then, one of the familiar faces approached us. It was a brunette girl dressed all in Hollister, looking a bit slutty. She wrapped her arms around Nick.

"Nick! Hey! I thought you couldn't make it!"

"I got off with Frankie. Joe and AJ canceled their plans, and I was free." I cleared my throat. Nick looked to me. "Oh, right, Izzy, this is my… girlfriend, Miley. Miley, this is my new neighbor, Izzy."

Oh, my god.

Miley.

"Nice to meet you." I said. I didn't want her to know it was me.

"You too."

"So, are you going to my party later?"

"Er… I can't sorry, babe. My mom is having Izzy and her dad over for dinner. Attendance is mandatory." She nodded, then left.

I stood at my door step. Nick was with me.

"So…. We gonna go inside?" I looked at him.

"Ok. But you have to promise me you won't freak out.---"

"Why would I…"

"---And you have to make sure you don't scream or act like a freak or… anything like that."

"Izzy, what are you talking about?"

"When you meet my dad." He looked at me confused. "Just promise."

"I promise, Ok?"

I opened the door and walked in. "Dad? You here?" I yelled.

"Yeah. In the kitchen." He yelled back. I led Nick into the kitchen where my dad was.

"So, um… dad…" He was making a sandwich. He looked up. "This is Nick Jonas. He's one of our neighbors."

"Well, nice to meet you, Nick." He said. I looked at Nick. He was completely normal.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Wentz." He looked to me. "So, my parents were wondering if you two would like to come over for dinner?"

" Yeah, dad. Sort of a Welcome-to-the-neighborhood-and-look-not-all-of-us-are-right-out-of-a-Felini-film Kind of a night."

"We'd love to. " Nick looked at me when my dad called me Bella.

"Sure… why not." I said. "We're gonna go upstairs to the dungeon, Kay?"

"Ok. Hey, Nick." Nick turned to my dad. "Don't touch the drums. Andy will kill you." Nick nodded. I knew my dad was joking, but I wasn't sure Nick knew that. I led him up to the dungeon.

I'm guessing now your wondering what on earth the Dungeon is. Its this kind of attic thing that's gigantic. My dad uses it as a practice space. It is dark. And attic like. The walls are painted bright red, and has like… black curtains over the windows. Its very 'my dad'. I hang out up there all the time. We call it the dungeon cause there's a prison door on the outside of the doorway where the stairs lead up to. And, no. I have no clue why.

I rolled the door aside and walked through. Nick slowly came in.

"So… what is this?"

"This is the dungeon." Nick walked around the room. He then backed in the drum kit. With a yelp he jumped away from it. I started laughing. "You know my dad was joking, right?"

"Yeah… I knew that… Phfusha."

"Sure ya did…" I said. I thought for a sec. Then realized what I needed to talk to him about. "So… Miley's your girlfriend…" I said.

"Yeah. What of it."

"I just never pictured her with a brunette. Last I recall, she liked blonds. Jake Ryan… Dex… etc."

"Well, she asked me out, what does that… Wait a minute…. How do you know Miley?"

"Wait another minute, why are you such a idiot?"

"What?"

"Miley used to be my best friend." He looked at me strangely. "I used to live here, remember."