Today is the day. I feel lost only because I don't know where to go. Don't know here to go because I'm nervous. I'm trapped in my own skin.

"It's almost time." Joe's words echoed through my whole body.

Where do I turn? I guess to Joe, "Joe, I'm nervous. I don't think I can do this."

"You'll be fine. Deep breathes." he inhaled in and out, taking his own deep breath.

"Are you sure you're going to be fine Joe?" I smiled an I-knew-you-were-scared-too smile.

"Pssst…" he waved his hand up and down, "I'm peachy…" he stopped mid-sentence to blot his face with an, already sopping wet, napkin. Sweat was pouring off of him, "I'm a little nervous…I guess you can tell." He laughed at himself.

"Uh, honey, you're soaking wet. Why don't I help you get cleaned up?" I groped his arm, trying to pull him up. But, my weak, frail limps failed.

"No, I can get ready myself…you go get yourself dolled up." He smiled.

"Ok…" I walked past him to the bathroom, and slipped into a little black dress. My opinion, all girls should own at least one! I don't know why, but my brain started to make images of Joe in a dress. I started giggling, but the images were immediately flushed away when I saw Joe, stunning. He was in a suit, with his hair gelled back.

"Very classy…" he whispered to himself, unknowing my lust filled eyes were watching his every move. I followed his hands. One went up the side of his head, pushing a cowlick back, and the other fixing the collar of his shirt. My jaw dropped just at his appearance

"Whoa, Joe, you look…wow." those were the only words I could scoop out of my brain.

"Um, thanks…" he blushed when he realized I had been there the whole time.

"Nice suit…"

"Nice dress. Baby, you look beautiful!" he twirled me, and the ripples in my dress flew.

"Thanks…"

"No need to thank me. Now, we should start heading to the dinner, or we'll be late for our reservations." He grabbed my hand, and led me outside, "it's close enough to walk."

"Joe, where are we going?"

"Dinner!" I smacked him for his sarcasm, and he whimpered like a puppy.

"Here we are." he pointed to a tiny corner store.

"Rawr?" my eyebrow rose.

"No, that's a night club." He paused to laugh at me, "here…" he turned me around, and now a tall glass building was in my view.

I gasped, "Oh wow!"

"Good looking building huh? If it had legs…I'd date it!" he laughed at his dumb joke.

"Um, yeah?" I fixed the collar of his suit, "I have nothing to say to that." My laugh sounded like a little girl.

"Come on!" he grabbed my hand, and gently pulled me inside the beautiful restaurant.

"This place his called, The Mi Amour." His flirtatious smile fluttered on his face.

"My Love." I repeated the name in English.

"Yes you are…I mean…yes that's the name." He blushed at his brief mistake. But, he wasn't lying. He was my love, as I was his.

"May I help you sir?" a waitress beated her synthetic eyelashes at Joe.

"We have reservations…" I answered her, catching her off guard.

"Name?" her voice went sour the second she realized Joe and I were an item.

"Mr. And Mrs. Jonas…" I narrowed my eyes at her.

I watched her eyes follow our arms, and stop at our intertwined hands, "Right this way."

She seated us at a middle table. Most likely her plan so we wouldn't try anything. I looked around trying to spot Joe's parents, but I couldn't find them anywhere, "Can I start you off with something to drink?" her miss-nice-girl act was back on as she drooled over Joe.

"Um, he'll have a Gatorade, and I'll have an ice-tea. Also, to save you the trouble of coming back…"

"I don't mind coming back" she cut me off keeping her eyes on Joe. He was giving me a look, and I couldn't quit understand what he was asking through his eyes. He looked uncomfortable.

"We'll both have a chicken cutlet sandwich, both with extra mayo please…"

"Are you sure you want that miss? You look undecided." She peered at me under her ridiculously long eyelashes, which were faker then my stick-on nails.

"No, I know what I want thank you. Bye now." I smiled innocently at Donna; I finally caught her name.

"Your food will be out shortly." Donna pouted knowing she wouldn't be able to see Joseph again.

"Joe, are you alright?" I looked at him curious. He started to sweat more, and he looked like he was in La La land.

"Um, just knowing my parents are here somewhere scares me." He scanned nervously among the unfamiliar faces.

I got up and blotted his face with a napkin "Don't be nervous…" I kissed his cheek, and then slipped off to the ladies room.

"Ok, Brianna, you can do this." I spoke to myself in the bathroom while I was being stared at like I was insane. The other women looked at me either with a worried look, or a look that made me feel insecure, "what? Haven't ya'll ever been nervous before?"

"I have." A younger lady answered me, "why are you so nervous?"

"Complicated…" is all I could answer with my breath getting heavy.

"I'm sure I will understand. Explain?" I looked up at the girl who was trying to save me from drowning in my nerves. She actually looked about my age. Her straight black hair went down to about shoulder length, and her green eyes were different. Unusual even. Ones you'll never forget, or you would remember if you see them again.

"Well, um, my boyfriend and I are here on a date. But, that's not the issue. It's that his parents are here because they want to make sure we are right for each other. I don't want to be the one to screw this up because I love him so much, and I'm just panicking here." I took a deep breath.

"Well, my advice to you is to not think anything of it. If you take it out of proportion, that might screw up the whole night. So just think of this as a regular date. Also, if you worry too much about his parents, you might as well say goodbye to your boyfriend right now. Because, you won't be yourself, and all they want to see is you two as a good couple."

Her advice came from her heart, and stabbed me in mine. How could I not see that? All they want is for me to be myself, "Thanks a lot. You made me see this differently…"

"Your welcome…" she pushed open the bathroom door, and walked right out of my life. I didn't even learn her name.

I sat back at the table, and to my surprise Joe looked oddly better.

"What did I miss?" I half smiled, happy to see Joe was feeling a little more centered.

"Nothing. I had a small chat with myself." He started to laugh, "that's lame right?"

"No…I just did the same thing…" I joined the laughter. I thought it was funny we both did the same thing.

"Chicken cutlet with mayo?" a waiter named Chad asked. I was glad it wasn't that prissy Donna gal.

"Uh, both of us." That was the first time Joe has spoken to someone other then himself and me.

"Here you go…" Chad placed the white, flower decorated plates on the table. CLANK!

"Thanks." Joe looked at the food in front of him, and I could tell he wanted to just shove his face into the food.

The smell wrapped around my lips, and made me feel the same way. The smell was so scrumptious; it made my mouth water. I picked up the sandwich, and was about to press my lips against the soft rye bread, until I was bumped from behind. As that half of the sandwich flew across the table and hit Joe in the face, I looked up to see that Donna had bumped me. I looked back at Joe, and started to laugh at the sight of mayo smeared across his left cheek.

"At least you know they put the extra mayo on it…" I had stomach pains from the uncontrollable laughter. He looked at me furtively, and then he picked up his untouched meal. He observed the chicken sandwich, and then he chucked it at me. It hit me smack dap on my forehead. Joe got his laughs, as a piece of chicken was stuck up there. I peeled it off and threw it back at him, but he ducked, and I hit some guy's head instead.

He turned around in surprise to see I had a chicken in my hand. I slid under the table, as a meatball was flung out of his hands. The meatball smashed against Donna's arm, and I couldn't stop laughing then. In a flash, food was being tossed in every direction possible.

Joe and I were enjoying this moment. How romantic! A food fight! In an odd way, it kind of was romantic, but at the same time gross. I had noodles in hair, mayo on my face, and sauce all over my dress. Joe looked handsome with bread bits stuck in his, now covered in chocolate, suit. (Donna spilled a chocolate fountain on us!) He had a tomato on his head, and mayo still on his left cheek.

"Let's get out of here!" the restaurant roared with food drenched families, and customers. The sound of all their stomping footsteps, sounded like a stampede of kids leaving school.

"Excuse me?" a tall lanky man stood above Joe and I. As we looked up from under the small wooden table, he spoke again, "may I have a word with you two?" As we stood up, I read the man's nametag. Jonathan…led us to a backroom that read: Manager Only. He opened the door, and told us to sit down so we could have a chat. "Do you two understand what you have done to my restaurant?" he slammed the door closed, "Now, we have to spend money fixing up Mi Amour!"

"Look, John, we are really sorry. We didn't mean…" Screaming cut off Joe.

"Sorry doesn't work in this situation!"

"John…listen…" Joe tried to talk again.

"NO YOU LISTEN! I work my butt everyday to maintain this place, and tonight, two teenage pop stars think they can come wreck it? Don't think you two are getting away with this just because you're famous!" John took a breath, I think screaming was tiring him out.

"JOHN!" I finally got to scream back at him, "If you would just listen!"
"Sorry, go ahead…" he didn't lose eye contact with me.

"I will help pay for the damages…and clean up."

"Oh, well, thank you! I didn't think a little "teen sensation" would be mature enough to take responsibility for her actions…"

"Well, I guess you thought wrong…" I pulled out my cola covered clutch, "how much do you need?"

"Um…" his face lit up at the site of a pen in my hand, ready to write the check, "$1,000?"

"Are you sure?" I squinted my eyes to look out f the small office window. I saw food splattered everywhere, chairs and tables knocked over (some broken), and broken glass from smashed cups and plates. The, I saw Donna, trying to clean up, but failed because the mess was enormous. I sort of felt bad for her.

I wrote the check, ripped it off the dotted line, and handed it to John.

"Miss…" his mouth dropped as he looked at the amount I had given him.

"Call me Brianna, please?"

"Brianna, $10,000?", he shook the check at me, trying to make me take it back.

"No, I already signed it to Mi Amour." I pushed the check out of my face.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with all the extra money?" his check-filled hand fell to his lap, as the other hand started to tap on his desk.

"What ever you want…" I glanced at Donna, who was the only waitress actually trying to make progress, "give Donna a raise why don't cha?"

"Uh, sure!" he got up, and opened the door for us, "have a nice rest of your evening…"

"Um…we are staying to help clean up. Remember?"

"No, don't bother. I'll hire cleaners! Go get yourselves cleaned up."

As we left Mi Amour, someone in the parking caught my attention. Not because of their hair, their voice, or their outfit. But, because of their eyes. "Excuse me?" I asked, and the girl by the black Mini Cooper, turned around.

"Oh, hey! You're from the bathroom. I knew I recognized you from somewhere! You're Brianna, the singer! Can I have your autograph? She pushed a pen and a paper pad in my hand.

"Yeah, sure. Whom do I make this out to?"

"Me! Uh…um…Ryleigh."

I read what I wrote over again in my head. I wrote:

Dear Ryleigh,

You rock for saving my date! I hope I see you again very soon, and hope to stay in touch. Please call me sometime, so we can hangout. 555-687-5551. Oh, and I have a great idea! Come to my concert in July I have backstage passes for you! Thanks so much again for helping me on my date. The advice you gave me saved my relationship…I think. Well, please call!

Love,

Brianna

"Wow! Thank you! You didn't have to…" I cut her off.

"Oh, almost forgot!" I pulled three backstage passes, and front row seat tickets out for my July 24th concert, "take these!"

Her face lit up, "I cant…are you…thanks!"

"You're welcome Ryleigh!" I hugged her goodbye, accidentally drenching her in the food I was covered in, "oh, I'm sorry!"

"It's ok. Omg I was covered in food by a celeb!" she peered at Joe, who was trying to hide, "Joe Jonas!?"

"Hi…" he stepped out of the shadows, and waved.

She ran and hugged him, "Omg! This has been the best day ever! I met two celebs!"

I laughed at her reaction to Joe, "well thanks again for saving our date." I locked my fingers with Joe's, and started to pull him toward home.

"Wait! Here Brianna, take my number too. That way you know it's me calling…" she smiled suspiciously.

"Uh, ok. Thanks…" in the back of my mind I wanted to say that she was starting to annoy the crap out of me, but, hey, she's a fan.

"Omg! My friends are not going to believe this! Wait, you said "our" date? Omg, you two are together? I thought those were rumors! Omg! That's so cute…" she squealed and jumped up and down.

"You have to promise me that you won't tell your friends about this. I'm not just talking about Joe and I. I mean that you know me, and that we are friends now. Telling them wouldn't be the smartest…" Camera flashes, and loads of questions interrupted me.

"HEY! Back off!" Ryleigh screamed.

"And, whom might you be?" a poparatizzi man asked.

"I'm just, a new friend, and now if you would excuse us, we were just leaving. Try to follow us, and we'll have the cops following ya'll. Go ahead and think I'm bluffing, but let me tell you I don't lie. I tell it straight up, and if you make the mistake to believe I'm lying, well then, have fun in jail." She glanced in every pair of eyes looking back at her, "LEAVE!"

The poparatizzi scattered like frightened ants about to be squashed, and I couldn't believe she had got rid of every slimly creature stalking me, "Wow. Ryleigh, that was amazing." I smiled partly, and then my face fell serious, "how'd you do that?"

"That was no biggy. If you tell people things truthfully, they'll know you're not someone to mess with. Let me stick around, and you won't have to deal with that anymore."

I could tell she was serious, "Right. Hold that thought?" I pulled out me cell, and dialed Taci's number, "hey, we still own my old tour bus?"

Taci's confused voice answered, "yes, why?"

"Call it up, and bring it here. I met someone, and I'd like for them to come on the rest of my tour with me."

"Met someone?"

"Yes Taci, it's not that big of a deal, please?"

"Fine. The tour bus is already on its way…your welcome."

"Thank you!" I clicked the end button and the call was over.

"Guess what Ryleigh?"

"Uh, what?"

"You're coming on some of my tour with me!"

"Omg! Omg! Yay!" her smile became so big, I thought it was going to be stuck like that.

"Pack your bags girl. The tour bus should be here tomorrow."

All three of us walked to the bus. Linked at the arms, I felt safe between the two of them. A new friend, who I can depend on, and my love by my side, that's how I wanted it. I didn't want it any other way. Actually, I lied; I would have three more layers to this friendship sandwich. Kevin, Nicole, and Nick, then I'd feel complete.