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Okay, I still have no idea how to handle my predicament. Should I tell Allison about Adam's feelings? No…I shouldn't…but, is Adam ever going to act on his feelings? Does Allison even like Adam like that? Argh! I don't know! My nose hurts, Adam and Allison are both depressed for different reasons, and I still don't know which class Nick is in with me!

SLAM!

Note to self: Pay more attention to your surroundings…or you will run into other open doors besides the current one.

"Jane! Are you okay?!" I heard a familiar female voice ask in high-pitched concern. I shook my head and gingerly touched my throbbing nose. After biting my tongue, trying not to scream out in pain, I turned stiffly towards the voice.

Oh, it's Macy.

"I'm just spectacular," I groaned, finally calmed down. "Stupid door."

"Yeah, sometimes the teachers leave them open…so students can get into their classrooms…for class…," Macy said, unsure if her statement comforted me or made me feel like an idiot.

Definitely the latter.

"Thanks Macy," I answered dead beat.

"No problem," she piped up and clapped me on the back, almost knocking my glasses off. The school definitely did not over exaggerate the all-star's strength. "So, I was thinking…"

"Thinking about what?" I asked warily. I was heading toward my last class of the day, and my day had not turned any better than yesterday. I don't think I could handle another surprising bit of information.

The girl walked in step beside me with an innocent smile, "I owe you for the medical bill, so I thought-"

"It's okay, my family has insurance," I cut in seriously. I hate debt, so I don't want anyone to experience it.

"Well, I want to. Work with me here," Macy continued in the same tone. "I'm going to a JONAS concert in a few weeks, and I have an extra ticket! You're going with me!"

"I am?" I asked, and then I saw how excited the girl acted. Macy bounced around on the balls of her feet and looked at me with the most innocent expression that no child with a teddy bear could ever match. I ended up giving in to her bubble of happiness and couldn't help but join in with JONAS's number one fan in her excitement. Though, I refused to bounce around in the school hallway.

I highly doubt she would take a "no" either.

"I guess I am." I grinned. "Thanks Macy. Give me some more info when the time comes around."

"Totally!" the girl exclaimed, and then said her goodbyes. She had bowling practice as her last class.

BAM!

I whirled around toward the source of the noise, and my eyes met the sight of Kevin Lucas grunting in pain as he hopped around on one foot. Macy frantically apologized over and over again.

"Not again!" Macy cried out, trying to help the wobbling Lucas stand upright.

I pretended not to notice and started to walk fast to my last class.

I walked the rest of the way to class in a much better mood. The concert sounded like fun, especially since I had never been to a JONAS concert before, and I even know the performers. How awesome is that?

Maybe I should buy some of their songs off of iTunes to get an idea of what their music's like. I'm not much of a radio person, so I don't even know if I've heard one of their songs before. Maybe Allison already has some I can listen to…

I entered the French classroom, and rolled my eyes at Van Dyke's applause.

"Yes, my face looks great, I know," I responded with sarcasm, and sat down in the front with a scowl.

"Just kidding, Jane," my cousin called from the back.

"I know; the whole class heard you," I muttered. I looked to my right, and saw Adam hadn't arrived yet. Oh yeah, during lunch he told me that his grandma called again, and he had to skip last period to go help her move more stuff from her house to that retirement home.

I guess I'm on my own in French.

How boring.

"Told you we had a class together," a soft voice interrupted my lonely thoughts.

I turned towards Adam's seat and widened my eyes, because the person sitting in Adam's seat was definitely not Adam.

"Nick?" I asked in surprise. "You take AP French?" I never noticed him? Great, I never noticed Adam's love for Allison, and now I never noticed Nick Lucas and I had French together. What next? I find out I have a brother because I never noticed him?

The famous musician appeared amused in his own way and nodded…and again I noticed his curls bouncing lightly across his eyes…

"I started out with Latin, but they cancelled the class when I was the only person who had signed up for it," he explained. "So, here I am."

"Imagine that," I laughed, but a thought crossed my mind. "Wait a minute, we did presentations on Monday, and I definitely did not see you make a fool of yourself."

"No, I was there," he explained, "And I presented- without making a fool of myself, by the way…but I think you hid your face in embarrassment the entire time after your turn."

"Excuse me while I do it again." I hid my flustered face in my arms. He witnessed my horrible presentation? Good grief, poor guy.

I heard a faint chuckle, and I lifted my head to where my eyes could only peak over my arms. Yeah, the grin was back. "I'm glad my lack of foreign language skills didn't emotionally scar you." I raised my body into a proper sitting position again.

"No, but your fiasco at the hospital came close," Nick admitted. "Are you a singer? Because I have never heard a pair of lungs like yours."

I cringed. He had to bring up the hospital didn't he. I shook my head, "I like to sing, but only if no one else is around."

I heard some giggling behind me. I turned around and saw some girls in the back making eyes at the handsome boy sitting next to me…I rolled my eyes. Talking about someone instead of to someone doesn't get you anywhere.

For some reason, those girls irritated me…and I don't even know them.

Luckily (or unluckily, I don't know), Madame Love walked into the room with her usual French greeting. I heard Nick actually respond to the greeting.

"Trés bien," the boy next to me said, and be still my heart, it actually sounded French.

Madame Love paused to look at Nick, and her eyes brightened. "Pourquoi vous font trés bien, Nicholas?" The instructor loves it when her students speak the beautiful language that is French…and say it properly. (Translation: Why are you doing well, Nicholas?)

The student in question's face tinted a slight red, but the whole class remained silent, wanting to hear his answer; especially the girls in the back. After a short pause, Nick cleared his throat. "Parce que j'ai une nouvelle amie."

My mouth almost dropped open again. The talented musician was also a genius! He barely paused before he responded to Madame Love. Is Nick Lucas perfect? Apparently the girls in the back thought so because all I heard were dreamy sighs. I stuck with staring at the boy in amazement.

"Wow," I breathed quietly. "Green with jealousy over here."

The red tinge remained on Nick's face, and I almost laughed…I tend to laugh at adorable things. It's my strange way of showing how I think the adorable things are adorable.

"Jane," I jumped, and saw Madame Love giving me a mischievous smile. "Veuillez traduire phrase de Nicholas pour moi, s'il vous plait." (Translation: Please translate Nicholas' sentence for me.)

I froze, having no idea what my teacher just said. "Quoi?" I asked. (Translation: What?) One of the few French words that have stuck with me. Trust me, if you take a foreign language, learn "What?" early, or you will be lost forever.

I didn't notice, but Nick leaned just a fraction closer to me, whispering in a barely audible voice, "Say 'he made a new friend.'" I flicked my eyes back and forth from Nick to Madame Love. Did I hear him right? Did he just whisper the answer in my ear?

And, why did it get so hot all of a sudden?!

"I-Il a dit…he made a new friend," I said slowly, unsure if I heard Nick right. (Translation: He said…)

Madame Love lost the mischievous spark in her eyes, and looked completely shocked. "B-Bon…" She turned away from the class, and walked towards the board to write out tomorrow's assignment. (Translation: Good.)

Nick just saved me from further embarrassment in AP French. That's it, our friendship is sealed…and…

Am I the person he talked about to Madame Love?

"Hey," I whispered to Nick, who had his eyes focused on writing down the assignment on the board. He turned his head a little bit towards me, indicating he was listening.

"Am I your 'new friend'?" I asked.

It took a moment for him to respond, seeing as he was finishing his writing, but he eventually answered me…

With not a grin…but an actual smile. "You finally figured it out?" he asked softly.

"Uh…" I said dumbly. Oh no! My brain is fried again! Blast!

That smile…is not human. There is no way, no way, anyone could come up with a perfect smile and leave me absolutely breathless. No one has ever been able to leave me breathless. Speechless, yes, but to lose the ability to breathe pushed it. I can't even describe the way this guy's lips curled slightly at the ends and revealed his flawless teeth at the same time, but there it was, right in front of me. I shook my head, trying to come up with a normal response.

Let's try this again, "…uh…"

Dang it.

No wonder the guy never smiles! It is life threatening!

Madame Love chose that moment to lecture again, and it would probably be the only time I appreciated it.

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I refrained from speaking throughout the rest of the class. I did finally catch my breath again, though. So, that's good news.

The bell rang, and I turned toward Nick, who had his head stuck in his text book. He appeared to be memorizing the new words we learned today. Ironically, we focused on musical terms in class. I then remembered the poem assigned yesterday, and wondered if his poem would focus on music.

I reached a hand over and knocked lightly on his desk. Nick looked up from his text book with an inquisitive air about him. "Yes?"

"What are you going to do for your poem?" I asked, nodding to Van Dyke as he left the classroom and a few other people who passed by.

Nick closed his textbook, looking thoughtful. "Writing music. A close second is sports." Ah, so he's into sports…Allison is not into sports. I might want to tell her that later.

I wonder if he likes Ultimate Frisbee.

"What about you?"

"I have no idea," I muttered as I got from my seat, slinging my bag around my shoulder. "Well…maybe something about friendship. Oh! Yeah, that's a good one." I mentally congratulated myself on finding my topic within a span of two seconds.

"Sounds great," the musician across from me nodded in approval. He then glanced at the clock on the teacher's desk, and bit his lip. "I'm going to be late for rehearsal with the guys. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

I grinned and walked past him. "You said we're friends, so I expect to see you tomorrow." We said our goodbyes to each other as we exited the classroom.

I guess today wasn't so terrible after all.

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"How did my conversation with Nick go?!" Allison asked frantically as both of us walked to my car. We were both going to go over to my house since her mother had to work late. That's what happens when you're a lawyer, or so I hear.

I looked at my friend like she had gone insane. "Excuse me? How did your conversation go? There was no conversation! You said 'hi' and ran away! That is not a good first impression!" I stomped the rest of the way to the car.

Allison crossed her arms and mumbled, "You told me to say 'hi'."

I shook my head with a glare, "No. I told you to say 'hi' as a way to start off the conversation. You chickened out; end of story."

"It's not easy, you know?! I've never liked a guy before, and you expect me to just walk up and talk to him like we're old buddies. I can't because I have no idea what to say to him. You and Adam are the only people I talk to at school," the petite girl snapped in one breath. Students walking by gave us strange glances, but they just waved it off. Fights with friends happened all the time. But, I decided to tone my voice down anyway.

"Yeah, and you need to remedy that."

"It's been working out great so far!"

I closed my eyes in frustration as I got in my car. When Allison sat in the passenger seat, I slowly shook my head. I remembered when I first met Allison, and believe me…it wasn't pretty.

Adam and I had already known each other since elementary school and Allison sort of fell into our lives in the seventh grade. Literally…

Adam and I were waiting on our parents to pick us up from school. I complained about school work as usual, and Adam smiled and nodded as usual.

"I can't believe Mr. Elery gave us homework on a Friday." Mr. Elery, our math teacher.

"Look on the bright side," Adam piped in, bouncing on his feet. "We get to do our homework together! You can come over and try my mom's homemade fudge!"

"Fudge?" I asked dreamily, homework forgotten. I felt my mouth water up, but something running into my behind caught me off guard, interrupting my hopes and dreams of Adam's mom's awesome homemade fudge.

Adam caught me before I fell flat on my face. I uttered my thanks, and whipped around to see what caused me to lose my balance. I saw a tiny girl sprawled on the ground, her books and papers strewn all over the pavement…and a group of older boys behind her, laughing hard.

I immediately lost any anger I had towards the girl, and helped her up. Adam scrambled around the curb, trying to get all of her school supplies before the wind would blow everything away.

"Are you alright?" I asked, dusting the gravel off of her shoulders. Surprisingly, she glared at me and shrugged my hands off.

"I'm fine and I don't need your help!" she snapped, and stomped over to Adam, and snatched her belongings out of his helpful hands with a scowl.

While I stared in shock at her temper, I saw the guys behind her laughing in a taunting manner.

"Hey Tiny! If you grow a few feet taller, maybe everyone else would notice you!"

"Forget that, man. Nobody would want to hang out with a witch like her."

"Yeah, I even heard her Dad hated her so much, he had to leave-"

"Why don't you jerks shut up," Adam interrupted with a cold stare, standing in between the girl with a hurt expression and the mocking bullies. "You say she's mean, yet you're the ones making fun of her!"

I gaped at my friend in disbelief. Adam looked so angry; so angry that the three bullies backed off (muttering a few curses, of course). Once the three boys stalked off, Adam turned towards the short girl with a sheepish grin.

"Don't pay attention to them," he said, back in his light mood. "I'm Adam, by the way. And, this is my best friend Jane." The boy gestured toward me, and the girl actually followed his gesture and looked at me with a confused expression.

"Hey," I said, unsure of how to act around this new person. Earlier, she didn't seem too keen on talking to anyone else. Then again, she was being bullied...

"Hi," she mumbled. She put her head down and appeared to be contemplating something very hard.

Adam and I waited in silence as the girl tried to find something to say to her saviors.

"Th-thank you," we heard her whisper and then she brought her head up to show us how embarrassed she looked. "I-I'm Allison. Allison Harris. I just moved here."

The rest is history. After that moment, Allison talked to us more and more each day and we got to know the real her. I am grateful to have a friend like her.

But, right now her difficult behavior made it hard for me to remember the good times.

As I drove to my house, I flicked my eyes over to her brooding self. I sighed and said what needed to be said. "I know it's hard for you to talk to somebody you like; especially if you don't know the person. But, you have to realize that you're going to meet a variety of people throughout your life, and you are going to have to talk to them, not shake their hands and run away."

I really feel like my mother at the moment…

Allison sighed and nodded, "I know, Jane. Just let me get used to it first."

I smiled and then I couldn't resist saying, "Such a tender moment between friends." I pretended to be overcome with emotion as Allison muttered a few insults in my direction.

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"No way!" Allison gasped as she ate some chocolate from my secret stash in my bedroom. "You got invited to a JONAS concert, Nick sat by you in French, and he whispered an answer to you?! So lucky!"

I had just revealed my entire day to her as we ate junk food. I lay on the floor with my feet propped up on the bed while Allison sat at my computer desk, looking up some JONAS songs on YouTube.

I laughed at how excited the girl acted over my interaction with Nick Lucas. "Well, yeah. Lucky I didn't embarrass myself in front of my class again. I must say, though, for a first crush…you know how to pick them."

Allison wiped some invisible dust off of her shoulder in a cocky manner and went back to her search. "Yeah, unfortunately Adam doesn't share your opinion."

I froze at the mention my other friend's name. I had completely forgotten about him until then. I remained silent as I replayed his confession from earlier.

Gosh, he loves Allison and here I am supporting her for another guy…

What am I going to do?

The girl in question bounced once in her seat, interrupting my worries and beckoned me to listen.

"Here's one of their songs," Allison said in her own way of excitement. She turned the volume all the way up on my HP laptop, and pressed the play button for the music video to appear. "It's called "Burnin' Up" and it is one of my favorites!"

I decided to leave the thoughts of my dilemma behind when the song began to play. I heard the opening solo, and furrowed my brow.

"That doesn't sound like Nick."

"It's Joe, but Nick has an awesome solo in the middle." Allison said quickly.

I continued to listen, and I must admit; it impressed me that a group of guys still in high school could come up with something sounding that mature. I mean, yeah, there were better songs out there…but this sounded pretty good.

Then my review of 'pretty good' changed to amazing when I heard Nick sing his solo in the middle. Allison did not exaggerate at all.

Walk in the room all I can see is you!
Oh, you're starin' me down; I know you feel it too…

When the song ended, I found myself wanting to rewind the video to the middle where Nick Lucas sang those two lines of lyrics. The emotion he put into those words completely caught me off guard…and I liked it…

I always love surprises when music is involved.

"So? Pretty good, huh?" Allison swiveled around in the chair, grinning. Her grin disappeared, though. "Why do you have that goofy smile on your face?"

I jumped, and felt my face heat up. Why did I have a goofy smile on my face? I shook my head, trying to get rid of the heat which built up in the middle. It must be my nose acting up again. Yeah… "I-I just thought it was a really good song," I laughed nervously. I didn't lie, but for some reason the answer still didn't feel right.

Weird.

"What's next?" I asked, changing the subject. I got up off of the floor to look at all the videos the band had on YouTube.

They had a lot…

Allison dropped my strange behavior and turned back to the screen. She scrolled down the page until she paused the scrolling and clicked on a video that said "Give Love a Try." But, the song didn't look like it had been officially released yet.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Somebody recorded Nick playing an original song for his ex-girlfriend, Penny, and it is so good. You have to hear it."

"Somebody recorded a very private moment between Nick and his ex-girlfriend?" I asked in disbelief. Poor guy. Can't even get a moment's peace when trying to serenade someone.

A simple guitar melody then flowed through my ears. Just a guitar and nothing else; but, there something about the simple melody never got old. The same chords strung over and over again ran together so well. Then, Nick started to sing…and again, I felt like he was pouring his soul out to me. I risked a glance at the video to see what his face told me as he sang the climax of the song. I didn't do so before because…well…the song was meant for Penny and no one else, so why should I witness the romantic moment when it was not meant for my eyes?

Once my glance saw the intense expression on Nick's face, my heart pumped faster, and I felt chills run down my back as I saw the boy basically pouring his soul out to the girl of his dreams. The song came to a close, and I stood frozen in my original position, staring at the computer.

"Wow," I breathed out. "That was beautiful…"

"I know," Allison sighed towards the computer screen.

"Why did Nick break up with Penny?" I asked. If someone had written a song like that for me, I would expect that person to stick around.

"It was the other way around, actually," Allison said, frowning. "Nick wrote the song while she still had a boyfriend; Jimmy. Jimmy didn't like it, so Penny broke up with him and started going out with Nick, but…she never really did get over Jimmy."

My jaw dropped, "What? No wonder he writes such great songs…" The simple, yet beautiful melody of "Give Love a Try" played through my head repetitively, and suddenly, a spark of inspiration hit me. I dug through my nightstand and pulled out my lyric notebook, and started scribbling out a verse.

"Jane, what are you doing?" Allison asked me with a strange stare.

"I got an idea for a song!" I exclaimed with a huge smile. "I don't know. I heard Nick's song and all these ideas started springing up in my mind."

"But, you never write serious songs," Allison said with a furrowed brow. "You always write something like, "Pancakes and Syrup," or "Madame Love isn't Love."

"Shut up," I muttered and went back to my notebook. She's right, though. I never write serious songs because I never had an inspiration to write one. Listening to Nick Lucas sing "Give Love a Try" gave me the push I needed, however.

I read what I had so far, which was just one verse, but I still liked it.

I walked the streets

Listening to everything

Wondering if now's the time,

To show these feelings of mine.

Allison read over my shoulder and snorted. "Wow, I didn't know you had it in you, Jane. This sounds like a girl in love wrote it."

"It is about a girl in love; it's the story of the girl in love. Or, the beginning of one at least," I stated. "It's just in first-person instead of third-person." I read through the verse again and felt pride swell in me. "I wonder what kind of tune would go well with it." I leaned over my bed and opened my guitar case which, I am ashamed to admit, had dust all over it. I barely ever play, but I know the basics.

I strummed through a few chords, and Allison even decided to help me.

Allison left around 8:00, and I still remained messing around with my guitar, trying to find the perfect note(s) to play. Both of us tried to find it, but nothing ever sounded right. I tried major and minor chords, or just individual notes. The answer even now eluded me.

"I'll just head to the music room before class starts," I whispered to myself. I have ventured there numerous times, trying out the piano or even the timpani. I liked the solitude the room provided. Maybe in a different setting, I would find the right notes…and maybe I would write another verse. If the inspiration hit me, that is.

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Oh Jane…you are just clueless. Well, I hope everyone had a good read.

Hopefully, there will be only a one day wait for chapter five. I'm still working on it, but I am almost done.

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