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I stared at the couple, and I could feel it getting awkward. For me, at least.

The single kiss turned into more of a full blown makeout session, with the chick's hands running up and down Joe's chest, and Joe's hands were playing with the hem of her shirt. I looked down at my monkey.

"Well, Mr. Monkey, looks like we're alone." I whispered. I touched the cardboardish tag that was hanging from his ear. I hated these things. They gave me the worst paper cuts. I went to un-velcro it around my neck, when, whadya know, I got a paper cut. Wincing, I put it up to my mouth, and could taste a little blood. I looked up at the love birds. Their forheads were touching, and Joe gave a side glance at me.

"Oh!" he said, like he just realised I was standing there. "Britany, this is Dylan. Dylan, Britany." Joe said.

Britany laughed. "Dylan? Isn't that a guys name? Your parents must have been expecting a boy. I don't blame them."

Oh, no she didn't.

"So, how do you two know each other?" she asked before I could retort back. Joe was looking kind of panicy, so I answered for him.

"We work together." I said quickly, getting a scared look from Joe.

"Oh, you do? Is she the opening act for your next tour?" the fake blonde asked.

"Um, let's go ride some rides!" Joe said, before I had a chance to retort. What's with these two and not letting me answer?

"Let's go to the Tunnel of Love!" Britany squealed.

"Um, I'm not sure, with Dylan here and everything..." Joe said, throwing an uncertain glance at me.

"So? She can go make out with her monkey friend. I want to go!" Britany said, grabbing Joe's shirt and pulling him into a kiss. I put my finger back up to my mouth. Stupid blood.

"Go ahead." I said through my finger, as they both broke out of the kiss. "I don't mind. I have to get home anyways." My voice was mumbled.

"How will you get home? You don't even have a car are you bleeding?" he said in the same sentence, as he ran up and grabbed my hand from my mouth.

I pulled away. "One, I can walk. Two, I am bleeding, but I won't die. I'm gonna go now." I said. There was no way I was going to wait ten minutes for them to come out from their love fest of a tunnel.

"No, I'm not going to let you walk home. It's to dangerous out there." He looked concerned. Great.

"Joe, there are always people out on the str-"

"Like drug dealers and rapists? I'm not gonna let you go out there and get hurt, and let it rest on my shoulders. Come on, we're leaving." he said in a strong voice.

I've only known this guy for a day. There is no way I'm going to let him get control of me.

"No. I'm going to walk home, whether you like it or not."

"But-"

"No." I said, and I walked toward the exit. I looked over my shoulder to see Britany hanging off Joe, like she was pleading something. I looked forward and rolled my eyes. I hated girls like that. They were so fake and plastic, and acted like they were the ruler of the world.

My thoughts were stopped short with the presence of someone next to me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, and turned around to see Joe.

"I'm just going home." he said, getting the keys out of his pocket.

He got to his car, and I got to the sidewalk. I heard his car starting, and saw the lights out of the corner of my eye. But they weren't going infront of me.

Turning around, I saw Joe and his amazing car following right behind me.

I rolled my eyes again. Why was he doing this? I stopped walking and turned around, walking over to his car. I tapped on his window, and he rolled it down.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking into his beautiful eyes.

"I'm going home, what does it look like?" he asked, looking all cute and innocent.

"Then why are you going so slow?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Can never be to careful, huh? Don't want to hit anybody." he said slyly.

"What anybody?" I looked up and down the empty street.

"Well, you never know. A little boy could run out in front of me. I wouldn't want to hit him." he smiled. I could faintly hear the music from the fair.

"What kid would run out in the street at this time of night?" I asked.

"It's only like ten. And would you stop asking questions? Give me a statement."

"Stop following me." I said, walking off, but just my joy, he followed. And man, was he making me feel self concious. I turned around quickly and crossed my arms, stopping. He drove up next to me, smiling that happy, straight-white-teethed smile of his. Crest Whitestrips, anyone?

"I can give you a ride home, if you want." he said putting his left elbow on the window.

"No." I said, walking again.

"Your so stubborn. Dylan, just get in the car."

"No." I said. I looked over to my left, as the chain linked fence, to see a little alley. To big for a car, but perfect size for me to escape. I checked the distance between the space and me. Joe was still in the car, so it would be a few seconds before he could get out and ran after me. Perfect.

"Please? It would make me feel much better." I could hint the begging in his voice. But, too bad for him. I was at the alley.

I took one last glance at him before starting a sprint towards the gravely sidewalk. I could hear a loud "SHIT!" behind, and the sound of a car door opening and closing. I sprinted as fast as I could, but I guess I miscalculated how fast Joe was. I felt one arm go around my waist, and another grab my arm, a split second before we went toppling to the ground.

It was silent for a second, before I heard an "Ow." from Joe.

I giggled. "I hope that hurt." I said. My head was resting on his shoulder, and his left arm was still around my waist, with his right hand intwined with my left.

"Why are you so mean to me?" Joe yelled, acting like he was crying.

"Get up." I laughed. I stood up, and he stuck his hands out at me. Sighing, I grabbed them and pulled him up.

"Thank you. Now you get to get in the car." he said, pushing me towards his sexy ride.

"No." I said, spinning around so Joe stumbled a little bit.

"YES!" he said, and I felt myself being lifted into the air as he slung me over his shoulder.

"I'm not your doll!" I screamed, slapping my hands against his back.

"But I want you to be." he said, adjusting me.

"Is that a sex joke?" I stopped pounding his back.

"Maybe." he laughed, as I screeched.

"Joe Gertrud Something, let me down!" I screamed as we neared his car.

"Okay, my middle name isn't Gertrud. It's Adam. And my last names Jonas, not Something. Understood?" he said.

"Joe Jonas...why does that sound familiar?" I asked out loud, and I felt him tense up and stop for a split second before continuing.

"It's a common name. Hebrew, you know." he said as we got to his car. He opened up the passenger door and flung me in there. My feet were sticking out the window, and my head resting on the arm rest. He opened his door and got in.

"Get comfortable. It's gonna be a wild ride." he smiled, putting the car into to drive

I couldn't help but scream as we gained speed. Going 80 down a small street? You would scream too!

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE BOY!!!!" I screamed.

"What would he be doing out at this time of night?" he said, drifting as he turned a corner, causing me to scream again. I swore the car was on two wheels for a second.

I closed my eyes, starting to feel sick. "SLOW DOWN!!!!" I screamed again.

"No need!" he said, as the car jerked to a stop. I opened one eye and saw my house. I got out of the car as fast as I could.

"I am never, never, NEVER DRIVING WITH YOU AGAIN!!!!" I screamed, marching up to the house.

"Hey, hey, wait." he said, running up next to me as I got to my door.

"What?" I asked.

"Sorry." he said, facing his shoes and looking at me, in a cute way, kind of like the way your dog always puts his ears back and looks at you with those cute little eyes when he knows he did something wrong.

I sighed. "Fine." I said.

"I had fun."

"Me too."

Silence.

"Isnt' this the part where I kiss you?"

"JOE!!!!"

"I'm kidding! But I'm glad you went out with me. Maybe some other time?" he asked, finally looking up at me with those eyes.

"Maybe some other time." I smiled, getting my keys out of my pocket and unlocking my door.

"Bye." he said, giving me a hug.

"Bye." I replied. "You smell really good." my voice was muffled as I sniffed his cologne.

"Thanks." he laughed. "I have your number. I'll text you sometime." he said, letting go of me and walking back over to his car.

"Sure. Bye. Again." I said, walking into my house and locking the door.

I smiled. I'd have to tell Sara about this tomorrow.

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I wrote half of this last night, part of it during school, and the rest a few minutes ago, and typed it up. Remember, the more reviews, the faster the chapters! So review!