Denise's shocked and angry expression changed to sadness and horror.
"Why?" She asked angrily.
"There's nothing left for me!" I shouted.
"YES THERE IS! YOU'RE PREGNANT, YOU HAVE A TON OF PEOPLE THAT LOVE AND CARE ABOUT YOU, AND YOU'RE LIVING IN A NICE HOME WITH GOOD PEOPLE! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE THANKFUL AND MOVE ON?!" Nick screamed.
Denise gave him a stern look and he calmed down.
"Why don't you just put it in the news paper, you know, the fact that I'm pregnant… AND IT'S YOUR FAULT!" I yelled back.
"Says who?!" He spat back.
"Science!" I yelled, storming out of the room and down the hall to where the rest of the Jonas clan was sitting. Why were we still here, anyway?
When I walked in, everyone's eyes landed on me. Frankie jumped out of Kevin's lap and ran across the room and hugged me.
"Shelby, can you play us a song please?" He asked oh-so-quietly.
"Does Kevin or-" I was about to say Joe, but then stopped.
"Nick." He finished.
"Yes. Does Kevin or Nick have a guitar with them?" I asked him.
"It's in the car." Kevin said, getting up and walking away slowly and quietly.
He came back about 15 minutes later and Frankie was in my lap.
Frankie moved when Kevin handed me the guitar and I held it in my arms. It didn't have the magic touch that Old Belle did, but it was fine. I plucked a few strings and made sure it was tuned.
"Any special requests?" I asked, looking around at everyone.
"Have you written anything new?" Frankie asked.
I had, but the song wasn't perfect, so I just shook my head.
"Can you play," Kevin said, thinking for a moment. "Sorry?"
"Too sad!" Frankie blurted out.
"I Miss You?" Kevin asked.
"No!" Frankie shouted.
I gave him an odd look.
"I'd Lie?" Kevin asked once more.
"I love that song!" Frankie said.
"Okay, lets rock." I said.
I strummed the guitar quietly and began to play.
"I
don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He
tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes.
He'll
never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his
hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it
ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
But I
know all his favorite songs.
And
I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to
argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has
his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie.
He
looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't
a light go on
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so
long
And he sees everything black and white
Never let nobody
see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine.
I
could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to
argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has
his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie.
He
stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm
holding every breath for you.
He'd
never tell you
But he can play guitar
I think he can see
through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My
God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a
miracle.
Yes,
I could tell you
His favorite color's green
And he loves to
argue
Oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his
father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him...
if you ask me
if I love him...
I'd lie."
Nick was standing at the dorrway with Denise. She looked at me worriedly and at that very moment, doctors came rushing into the room.
"You won't believe this, but according to our data…" The doctor began rambling on again.
"English!" I screamed at him, setting the guitar aside and standing up from the chair.
"He's awake! Joe Jonas is alive!" He shouted excitedly. Doctors were buzzing all over the place and so were nurses. While everyone was still in a state of shock, I ran down to Joe's room, and burst in to see no one was there. A doctor walked in the door behind me.
"705j." he said.
I darted down the hall and up 5 flights of stairs. I finally reached the 7th floor, wing j, and down to room 5.
I opened the door and saw a smiling and confused Joe looking back at me.