Where was he? I had left the restaurant nearly an hour ago!
I sobbed into the pillow currently resting on the bed. My mascara was beginning to stain the pillow case.
Does Joe enjoy breaking my heart and making me hate him even more?
It didn't matter anymore because, I-
My thoughts were cut off by a knock at the door and a soft, familiar voice saying, "Shelby, are you okay?"
"Just leave me here to die!!" I yelled into the pillow.
The door slowly opened to reveal Nick, with a sympathetic look on his face.
"Did you not hear me? I asked you nicely, well sort of, to leave me here to die." My voice sounded muffled due to the fact that my face was buried into the pillow I was currently sobbing into.
"I couldn't do that even if I wanted to." Nick said, walking over to the side of the bed and pulling up a chair. He sat down in the chair and put both of his hands on each of his legs and took a deep breath.
"What did he do this time?"
"You say it like Joe does this to me a lot." I said, moving my face from off of the pillow.
"Well, you know Joe, always being an idiot."
I cracked a small smile. Nick always knew how to make me laugh.
"I guess, but if you really want to hear what happened…"
"I would love to."
So, I explained to Nick how Joe was flirting with another girl, when he already has a girlfriend who he loves and cares about I might add, he spilled water on me without even acknowledging what he had done, wouldn't look that naked girl in the eyes, he didn't care when I left, and he's still not back after an hour of me exiting that restaurant and taking the 30 minute walk home!
"What am I supposed to do Nick? Should I forgive him, move on, or waste my life away? I love him and he's ripping little pieces of my heart and throwing them away! I'm so confused." Tears started to form in my eyes and I tried my best to hold them back. The moon was high in the sky
and was reflecting off of Nick's face. It made him look like an angel, sent from heaven above, here to rescue me in my time of need.
"Joe's just being… well… Joe! I don't know any other way to explain it." He let a small smile form on his gorgeous face. I never noticed how good looking he was until now. Wait, am I attracted to him?! No! It can't be possible! Snap out of it Shelby! You love Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!
My stomach growled the loudest I've ever heard any stomach growl.
"Hungry?" he asked with that very peculiar smirk of him?
My cheeks were getting hot and I was turning red. Wait, was he making me blush? No! Joe! Joe! Joe! What's happening to me!?
"A little," I said, my embarrassment growing. Why was this happening? He was my bestest friend in the whole wide world, well,. Besides Lianette and Bianca, who were on a cruise in Hawaii for the whole entire summer! Joe! Joe! Joe! "You?"
"Yea, I haven't eaten yet. Tell ya' what. Why don't you go pick out a movie from the wide variety that we have downstairs, and I'll order pizza, pop some popcorn and get some drinks? Frankie, mom, and dad all went out to dinner and Kevin's out on a date with Danielle and they all probably won't be back till later, okay?"
"Sounds good." I said, the blush finally going away. I got out of the bed slowly, my stomach still in pain from prior things that occurred that day.
I went downstairs, Nick holding my hand the whole way. I couldn't help but let a smile grow on my face. Oh no! Joe! Joe! Joe!
I set up a small blanket on the carpet and several pillows. I looked through their library of movies and finally picked out the one I wanted to watch. I was torn between Titanic and Pride and Prejudice, but decided to go with something else.
I popped the movie into the DVD player and the title menu popped up.
The pizza came 30 minutes later and Nick finally walked into the room, popcorn and drinks in hand.
He paid the pizza man and looked at the title screen that read August Rush with music notes animated along the screen. Classical music filled the room from the title screen.
"You are obsessed." He said bluntly.
I just giggled slightly and plopped down on the blanket. It was padded and soft with musical notes along the front of it.
"This is my favorite blanket, my favorite move, and my favorite popcorn, so let's enjoy it!" I said, patting the space a few feet away from me on the blanket.
He set the pizza down between us and joined me on the blanket. I opened the box and let the aroma of cheese pizza fill the room.
"Yum!" I shrieked, standing up quickly, only to feel a very sharp pain in my stomach. I knelt over in pain and yelled.
Nick rushed to my side and helped me sit back down.
"Why'd you get up?" He asked sincerely.
"We need napkins and plates." I said, letting a tear slip down my cheek. I wouldn't be able to explain how that pain felt.
"I'll get it, you just sit down." He said, smiling again.
I felt butterflies in my stomach, but maybe it was just the baby… it's so weird to think there was another human being living inside of me that was so helpless and was in my care. Wow, random. Nope, it was butterflies, oh no! Joe! Joe! Joe!
We finally got around to watching the movie. I cried towards the end and Nick held me so close, you could place a magazine between us and it wouldn't fall.
I smiled into his chest and started to doze off.
"Who's going to be the father of the baby?" Nick asked suddenly.
I hadn't really thought about it to tell you the truth, I mean I just found out this morning I was going to be a mother, only to the fault of Mr. Nicholas Jerry Jonas, the brother of my boyfriend.
"You." I answered without thinking. I glanced up at him to see he was smiling.
But, what about Joe?
Joe! Joe! Joe!
Without thinking, I let myself out of his grasp, looked straight into his eyes, and kissed him.
The door opened only to reveal Joe cursing to himself. Joe's hair was mess, his cloths torn in certain places, and he was sweating. I knew what this meant, and I knew it was bad!
His eyes went wide as he looked at Nick and I.
It was only a kiss, compared to what he did, it was nothing. I started to tear up and suddenly began to sob into Nick's chest.
"I can explain." Joe said, putting his hands up in the air.
Nick glared at him and I kept my face to Nick's chest, clinging to his shirt for support.
Maybe Joe wasn't the best thing for me, or was he?