Okay, who is excited about this week's JONAS episode?! I am! When I saw the preview I screamed and jumped around the room yelling "YES!"
Sorry about the wait, but I think the school system is trying to kill me. Being a substitute teacher is no fun, especially when it's flu season. If they have to get flu shots, then why do all of the teachers keep getting the flu?!
Okay, enough ranting. Have fun reading, because I had fun writing!
Oh, and please review. Thanks to all who have reviewed! Thanks for all of the encouragement!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for the OCs.
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There's nothing like perusing the halls before lunch.
Note the sarcasm, by the way.
The hallways before lunch are almost as bad as the stampede of girls who knocked me down earlier this week. I had to dodge, duck, and almost dive to survive the walk back to my locker…like everyone else.
Gosh, I think twenty people just packed themselves into the elevator. Is that even possible? Or legal?
…and some poor soul is hidden by a mountain of outrageous fabric. Not exactly a good idea to walk around with your arms full during this time of day.
"Oh no! Watch out!"
I winced as the person bumped into one of the students, making all of the fabric tumble down in a big, colorful rush. And, of course, no one else noticed except for me and the unfortunate individual.
My Good Samaritan side is kicking in…
I weaved throughout the busy hallway traffic, and stopped before the fallen person.
It turns out the stranger is no stranger at all. It's Stella, and I think she might have had a bad morning. Either that or she always looked ready to kill someone. That observation caused me to stall a bit.
Let's give her a second or two to cool off that murderous rage.
I cautiously edged closer to the peeved blonde, and picked up a roll of purple fabric.
Oh! It's so soft! If she's planning on making an outfit for the Lucas brothers out of this, maybe she will have some left over, and I could ask…
Okay, way off subject.
"Hey Stella," I smiled awkwardly as I extended my hand to help the girl up.
"Meatloaf girl," Stella greeted as she graciously took my hand.
Seriously, is the meatloaf thing never going to wear off?
"Fabric girl," I muttered in retaliation. "Anyways, you should know better than to walk around the halls at this time of day with your hands full."
Stella nodded and gathered the rest fallen fabric with my help. "I know, but this is an emergency. I just found out from Kevin, Nick, and Joe that they are planning on having a live web chat on Facebook this Saturday. So, I have to work my butt off to come up with three amazing outfits in two days! Designing them will be no trouble, of course, but actually making them is a workout! Some forewarning would have been nice!" She said it all in breath, and I just stared at her after she finished. Stella actually appeared to want me to say something on the subject.
What in the world do I know about style and live web chats? Rhetorical question, by the way.
But I have to say something.
"Uh…well, why don't they just wear something they already have?" I asked. "Are the fans really going to notice a new shirt or pair of jeans?"
I apparently said something wrong because she just gave me the most skeptical look ever. As I said, I don't know anything about style! My mom actually buys all of my clothes. I know, pathetic, but it's either that or I wear plaid with stripes…which I have done before, unfortunately.
"The fans always notice. Trust me," the stylist sighed and looked mournfully at the fabric. "Especially Nick's shirts or Joe's hats…and sometimes their socks…"
I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say to that. The fans care that much over socks? If that's the case then JONAS is a very lucky band to have such a hard-working stylist. I took another gander at the purple cloth in my hands.
"Purple's my favorite color," I mused offhand.
If anyone looked in my closet they would freak over the violet theme. Ever since my mom bought me a purple hat in the ninth grade, I always found myself asking for a purple shirt or violet pants. It kind of broke my heart when I found out Horace Mantis Academy's colors consisted of red and blue. I like those colors, too, but I would give anything to walk around the school in my favorite shade. I glanced at the soft fabric in my hand, "And, I must say, this fabric is awesome. If I ever become famous, I would so ask you to make me a dress out of this."
My comment seemed to put Stella in higher spirits because her stressed appearance quickly changed into flattery.
"Really?" she beamed, and I nodded enthusiastically. Seriously, the fabric is softer than my bunny slippers…which are also purple. "Aw, thank you! I was thinking about pure silk, but then I was like, 'No, too fancy for a web chat.' That's cotton and silk blended together. Durable and smooth. You know, I might have some left over afterwards. Maybe you could make yourself a purple scarf to go with that purple nose."
I laughed and nodded. "That would be awesome! Though, I wish I didn't have a purple nose to go with anything. I thought about putting makeup on it, but the bandage sort of defeats the purpose…"
Stella and I ended up chatting for a few more minutes as the hallways started to clear up. It turns out she's pretty down to earth and knows how to make intelligent conversation. We talked about clothes…or Stella told me about them. We also talked about the different classes we are taking. We both took the chance of enrolling in all advanced placement courses.
I consider myself pretty lucky meeting all of these new people this week. Sure, I wish the meetings would have occurred over a happier situation, but at least I met Stella, Macy, Kevin, Joe, and Nick.
Especially Nick, I kept thinking.
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After helping Stella shove all of the fabric into both of her lockers (Seriously, does the school just give them away?) and talking the entire way to the lunch room, we parted ways as she went over to sit with the Lucas's and Macy while I went to sit with Adam.
"Hello," I greeted in a sing-song voice as I took a seat beside my best male friend. Aw, he got me a snickerdoodle! I love him! Which is what I immediately told him when he offered me the delicious treat.
"You're in a good mood," Adam grinned. "Please tell me the cookie's not the only reason…"
I rolled my eyes, but my attitude remained in a positive hype. "No, but it helped. Stella Malone and I had an awesome conversation, and she told me she's going to make me a purple scarf!" After I told her my lack of knowledge over style, the blond gasped. She then felt determined to open my eyes to wondrous world of fashion (she even used those exact words)…and this involved making me an awesome purple scarf.
This week sure is turning around.
"Awesome," Adam agreed and took a bite of his homemade sandwich. I snacked on my cookie while the two of us ate in a comfortable silence. That's what I love about Adam them most. During lunch, we're just comfortable sitting together and eating.
I almost finished the deluxe cookie in complete silence until Adam broke it.
"So…I heard Nick Lucas sat by you in French," he started, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I didn't know you guys were friends."
Good thing I finished my food, because the uncomfortable air of the impending conversation made me lose my appetite.
"Well, not until yesterday," I mumbled, looking around the cafeteria. Anywhere but at the puppy dog eyes Adam was giving me. "He's actually a pretty awesome guy, Adam." No use lying to him about it.
"Th-that's good," my friend got out, but it sounded strangled to me. Crap, maybe I should have said something else. "Allison already told me all about him this morning…and how you're trying to set them up…"
I turned back to face him, expecting an outraged appearance on Adam. He's not that type of person, though. In fact, he struggled to keep a ghost of a smile on his face.
Doesn't matter. I still feel like a traitor.
I sighed and fiddled around with the cookie wrapper, "I have tried setting her up with Nick, but to be honest…I don't know if he's right for her."
It's true. I'll admit it. Allison is awesome and Nick is awesome, but really the two things thing they have in common is that I think highly of both of them, and they both can be pretty reserved. Moreover, after I witnessed the conversation between Adam and her this morning, I couldn't deny that both of my friends would go great together.
Adam straightened up to my confession. "You don't?"
I shook my head, "No, but don't start cheering yet. Allison still likes Nick and I am going to support her in any way that I can. Plus, she needs to broaden her social circle a little. This will be good for her."
Adam nodded albeit reluctantly. "You're right. I need to be a good friend and encourage her with this."
What? I didn't say anything about him doing that.
Does no one ever understand what I say?!
I couldn't help it anymore. I raised my right hand and smacked Adam upside the head.
How stupid can a guy get?
"Jane?! What the heck?!" Adam exclaimed, rubbing where I had hit him.
"You doofus!" I stated in disbelief. "I said I'm going to encourage her. You need to win over the girl of your dreams!" That's right. I'm done with deciding which side to take. I can support Allison, but that does not mean I can't support Adam either. It seemed like the right thing to do as a friend.
Ah, and I loved the priceless look on Adam's face. Complete with blank eyes and a slack jaw. Oh yeah, and he was speechless. So I continued with my inspirational soapbox.
"I heard the conversation between you two this morning. Ugh, the owner of the locker I hid behind was so rude-"
"You spied on us-?" he interrupted, gaining his voice back quickly.
I waved his question off, "That's not the point. The point is how I saw the chemistry. Believe me, Adam, Allison blushed," I admitted with a sly grin. Allison doesn't just blush for anybody.
Now it was Adam's turn to blush. "Really?"
I nodded quickly, "Yes! So, you need to stop sulking in a corner and take action like you did this morning."
"I-I took action?" Adam asked in a daze.
"Like the suave machine you are," I told him, patting my friend on the back encouragingly.
And finally, finally, my mind felt at peace.
For now.
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Seventh period, seventh period, seventh period. I said the words over and over again in my head as I practically skipped to my last class of the day. I actually entered the classroom with a smile on my face.
"Bonjour Madame Love," I saluted my French instructor, and I swear the woman almost spit her coffee out. She appeared shocked over my knowledge of the foreign greeting.
"B-Bonjour Ms. Abbot," she responded and subtly pinched herself to see if she had just dreamed the small exchange.
I immediately spotted Nick. He chose the same seat from yesterday. Luckily there was an open seat to my left, so Adam could still sit next to me.
I plopped down in my seat with a wide smile, and noticed the youngest Lucas writing something, occasionally glancing at his French book.
My eyes wandered to his paper and saw the lines were written in a prose form.
"Are you working on your poem?" I asked, waving to Adam as he walked in. Even he looked brighter than usual today.
Nick nodded, and wrote one more word before turning his attention to me. "Just trying to get a head start since the band has a concert on Halloween."
I glanced at his paper once more and almost dropped my jaw. He already had one verse of the assigned, four-verse poem written.
"Okay, if you keep making me jealous of your French skills, you can't sit by me anymore," I stated grumpily. Nick shrugged innocently and put the paper away.
"I'll never work ahead again," he mumbled sarcastically. "Haven't you started yet?"
Well… there went my positive attitude…
"I've decided on the subject," I provided, sounding hopeful.
Okay, so I've spent more time on my song and helping my friends than focusing on my school work.
Crap…
Nick, bless his soul, said nothing and changed the subject.
"Anyways, I believe you promised me a look at your new verse which my awesome drum-playing inspired."
I rolled my eyes as I retrieved my notebook from my bag. "Arrogant much?" I was just teasing him because a part of me is happy Nick feels comfortable enough to show his true personality around me…which isn't that different from when I first met him.
Still intense, still quiet, but a tad more humorous. Like a little whipped cream added to an already tasty hot chocolate…
What a terrible sounding analogy. Oh well, it made me laugh a little on the inside.
"I can be, but luckily Joe is known as the arrogant one, so I get off scot-free."
"Smart-aleck," I said teasingly under my breath and handed him my tattered, lyric notebook. I took a glance over towards Adam to see what he preoccupied himself with. Oh, he's working on his poem, too…
"What's your poem about?" I asked him, leaning towards his desk. I shot my eyebrows up in surprise when Adam quickly covered his paper.
"What? No one- I mean nothing!" He frowned at his lame cover up and I smiled at the entertainment he just provided.
"Let me guess," I said, tapping my index finger against my chin. "Could it be that you're writing your assigned poem about a certain girl in ze language of love?"
Adam turned red and nodded in embarrassment.
I laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "How sweet! Don't worry, I won't tell her." Dude, he's writing a love poem for Allison in French? Talk about romantic! I am so glad he took my lunch speech to heart.
"Thanks," Adam grinned.
I was about to continue our small conversation, but something brought my gaze back to Nick.
His calloused fingers grazing against my forearm to be exact.
The sudden, unexpected feeling made me light-headed, and the sense of touch made every hair on my arms stand on end. But, just as quick as the sensation appeared, it disappeared.
Apparently, he just wanted to get my attention.
It worked very well.
"I just finished, and…are you okay?" Nick asked, his positive attitude changing to one of concern.
My brain tried to correct my numb exterior filled with an electric interior, but it took a second. I blinked once, twice, and then realized Nick had asked something and now held an expression of worry.
"What?" I asked, swallowing the huge lump that had formed in my throat.
Am I suffering from some unknown disease? Some type of infliction which always involves Nick Lucas? He grins at me, I become flustered. He smiles at me, I can't breathe. He touches me and I just go insane.
Something is definitely wrong with me.
"He asked if you were okay, Jane," Adam said, his voice also filled with concern. "Are you?"
"Wha- oh! Yeah! Yeah! Totally fine," I turned from Adam to Nick nodding my head in reassurance…mostly for myself. "I was just thinking about my poem." Such a lie, Jane. Such a lie…but even I don't know what is wrong with me.
And it was such a promising day.
Not to mention, I definitely do not like how Nick appeared not to believe my excuse. Even Adam looked skeptical. Do you know what it feels like to have two guys give you intense stares? Especially when one of them is an expert at it?
It's not comfortable.
Time to change the subject. Fast. "You just finished reading my new verse? What did you think?"
Nick held an expression of doubt at my quick change of pace. Well, it's not really in my personality to change the subject; that trait belongs to Allison and sometimes Adam. It confused me, too.
Thankfully Nick went along with the change and glanced back at my notebook.
"I like it," he said, completely honest.
"Really?" I asked wide-eyed, forgetting my previous dilemma. Nick Lucas just said he liked something that came from my eccentric brain. This is a welcomed distraction.
Before I could accept the three-worded praise, however, I had to make sure he was serious.
"It's not too simple?" I asked slowly.
"Sometimes simple is the best way to go," Nick stated quietly. "Emotions definitely can be complicated, but they can also be straightforward. Don't beat around the bush with this song; just tell it like it is."
By the time I wanted to voice my thanks, Madame Love chose that moment to start class.
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"Both of you are nerds," Allison muttered to Adam and I as the three of us sat around in Adam's bedroom.
"No, we're good students," I pointed out.
After school had ended, we met up and decided to have a little study party. After all, we have gotten way behind in our studies with all the drama that has happened. I sat in my usual position; lying on the floor with both of my feet resting up on the bed. I had my French book propped up on my stomach with a piece of paper on top of the pages, and a pencil tucked behind my ear.
Adam, who had already gotten a head start on his poem, enthusiastically helped Allison with her Geometry homework. Ever since I've known Adam, he has always had a better way with numbers than words. He sat at his desk chair facing the petite blond while she lay across on his bed with her text book open. Her brow furrowed in confusion as Adam tried to explain how to find the area of a rhombus.
"Just treat it like another square," he put two of his fingers over the slanted sides of the shapes, making the rhombus into a square. "Now the length is four while the width is also four."
An expression that basically said "Eureka!" appeared on Allison's features. "Oh! Area is length time's width, so the area of the rhombus is sixteen!"
Adam nodded with the mooniest smile I have ever seen which caused me to grin at the two. Freaking adorable. They did work well together. Allison just needed to lighten up a bit instead of weighing herself down with a guarded personality.
"What's so funny?" Allison asked me with a cocked brow.
I tried in vain to cover my amusement. "Nothing…I'm just so proud of you, Allison! You learned the area of the rhombus!" The sarcastic, yet friendly, comment received a pillow to the face.
"Hey, no using my pillows as weapons," Adam playfully warned as I prepared to throw the soft object back. That guy has fluffier pillows than even me…and I love fluffy pillows.
"No fun," Allison muttered, but a tiny smile played on the corners of her lips. Hmm, was that expression for both of us, or one person in particular?
Seeing as she noticed my observing stare and quickly dropped the smile, I'm going to go with the latter.
"Jane, shouldn't you be working on your poem?" Allison said with a pointed look.
I frowned and with a "hmph," I turned my attention back to my book. Let's see, how much have I written so far?
Okay…just the title…not good.
Mes Amies (My Friends)
My poem is going to discuss friendship, so I had turned to the text book page where the definitions of some personal verbs, nouns, and adjectives were listed. I have my resources, but nothing wants to come out of my brain and onto paper.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Jane what are you doing Saturday?" Allison interrupted my failure in contemplation.
I shrugged. "Nothing, why?"
"At 8 PM, JONAS is doing a live web chat on Facebook! You want to join me?" Allison tried to hide her excitement, but in the company of her two best friends, she couldn't fool anyone.
I remembered the conversation I had with Stella today, and wondered how big of a deal JONAS's live chats are. Probably a very big deal.
Well, it could be fun. Plus, I wonder what Nick Lucas acts like around fans.
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Saturday came in a flash. School work unloaded on everyone who attended Horace Mantis Academy. The teachers claimed they assigned everything to get us ready for the upcoming midterms…we, the students, thought the teachers just wanted to see everyone die a slow and painful death.
I had hoped to see Nick and ask him more questions concerning my new song…but he was actually absent on Friday. I saw Joe and Kevin, and they told me he felt a little under the weather that morning.
I'm not going to lie. I was disappointed. But please tell me who wouldn't find themselves disappointed if one of their friends was sick?
Anyways, I just pulled into Allison's driveway. Tonight was going to another one of our many girls' nights which always included: sleepwear, pizza, highly caffeinated beverages, a phone book for awesome prank calls, a flat iron for my friend's strange obsession with straightening my curly hair (I only let her do it like once every few months), and some Blue Bell pints. Chocolate chip mint for me and cookie dough for Allison.
We usually watch scary movies, but since the live chat brought the reason for the girls' night, no movies will be involved this evening.
"Hello, Jane," Mrs. Harris greeted me with a tired smile.
"Hey Mrs. Harris…rough week?" I asked sympathetically. I really have to commend this woman for working as a lawyer and raising a kid at the same time.
"You have no idea," she muttered, running a hand through her graying, blond hair. "Anyways, enough about that, Allie's upstairs hooking her laptop to the television." Allison's mother remains the only person to this day to ever call her Allie and live afterwards. That's how close they are.
I thanked Mrs. Harris for letting me stay over and skipped up the stairs to find Allison just finish plugging in the necessary cords to the back of her flat screen. Even though my friend doesn't have the book smarts, she sure knows to handle electronics. Better than anyone I've ever met, that is. On countless occasions she has helped me with computer problems.
The petite girl brought her head from behind the television, and grinned when she saw me walking into the room. "Hey! Are you ready for the Abbot and Harris Night, part Sixteen?"
I held up a cooler that I had carried in with me and nodded excitedly. I love these nights! "Heck yes! Don't you see me carrying the Cooler of the Abbot and Harris Night?"
If you can't tell, I came up with all of the lame titles.
Within the next five minutes, Allison and I had changed into our sleepwear, drank some Mountain Dew, and lay back on our over-sized pillows in front of the tv. Ten minutes remained before the live chat began so Allison commenced on the long process of straightening my hair.
"Why don't you straighten your own hair?" I asked while passing a hair clip to my friend. The steam from the flat iron already fogged up my glasses.
Allison scoffed, "Because mine isn't long and thick like yours. I feel much more accomplished when I do your hair."
"You're weird," I muttered, amused. "I'd kill for platinum hair with a gentle curl." I said the last part wistfully.
My friend snapped the iron at me, teasingly. Once, however, she did accidentally burn my ear doing that…
"Shut up, Jane. This isn't Wicked, you aren't Elphaba…and I am most definitely not Glinda!"
"True that," I giggled. My eyes looked back at the television screen, and noticed the feed had started. No JONAS, however, just some cardboard saying "5 Minutes!"
"So, what are these live chats like?" I asked. "Do we just watch them on a webcam?"
"No, it's like a chat room so we can type in anything we want to ask them or tell them," Allison explained. "This is a first for me. I don't even know which question to ask Nick." She actually sounded like she was about to go on a date with the guy. Allison put down the flat iron and messed with her own hair for a second.
This action cracked me up to no end.
Thus, resulting in Allison yelling at me to "Stop laughing!" for the rest of the five minutes.
"Hey guys!" a familiar voice greeted from the television. Two other voices joined in, and the cardboard disappeared from the screen, revealing the Lucas brothers waving and smiling to their adoring fans. Joe sat in the middle while Nick sat on his left with Kevin on the right.
I also took the time to appreciate the wardrobe Stella had put together. Nick wore a white long-sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up, and a black scarf hanging loose around his neck. Joe wore a black, button-up shirt and a matching hat. Finally, Kevin wore a long-sleeved purple shirt with a crème-colored vest. I assumed that they wore pants, too (hopefully), but the camera was at an angle, so I couldn't see.
Nice work, Stella, I thought with a grin. The boys look great. Plus, this was a first for me, seeing what Nick wore besides the school uniform.
I like how he kept it simple.
My eyes glanced at the chat window to the side, and gaped at many responses scrolling down the page. Holy crap. How can the guys even read this? The page scrolled at the speed of light. I did catch a few of the responses, though.
BonusJONAS92: Say 'hi' to Charlotte from AZ!
BurninUP4JONAS: OMJ, you guys r so hawt!
xXxKNJxXx: Come back to the Dominican Republic!
Future_Wife_of_JOE: Joe, what color r ur sockz?!
JONAS_is_PeRfEcTiOn: Marry me! All 3 of u!
NickLismine1996: I heart Nick's shirt!
Soapluvr_xoxo: Do u guys play with soap?
I stopped reading all of the comments after I read that one. Do they play with soap? Did that person seriously just ask that question?
Joe apparently thought the question was hilarious, and Kevin laughed loudly while Nick just furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Anyways," Kevin piped up, still very amused by the random question. "Welcome to the JONAS live chat, everybody! I'm Kevin, if you didn't know that already."
"I didn't," Joe said with widened eyes. "I thought you were some random guy that always followed us around."
"Thanks bro…"
"We're in New Jersey right now," Nick went on, ignoring his older brothers' sarcasm.
Man, he does not look like he feels well. Nick always had a pale complexion, but right now he almost looked transparent. I noticed the dark rings under his brown eyes, and how he appeared in want of a long sleep. "Had a busy week at school, but it was worth it since we get to talk to all of you amazing people."
"He's so dedicated to his fans," Allison sighed.
I nodded seriously, letting Allison's ridiculous, dreamy tone slide. "Yeah, he is." Nick Lucas probably has the flu, but he still got up to do a live chat. If that isn't dedication, then something's wrong with the world.
The first part of the live chat consisted of the Lucas brothers talking about the Halloween concert coming up in three weeks, and their third album that came out during the summer. All the while answering a few random questions, and shouting out some names.
"Kevin, will you move to Iceland and live with my family?" Nick asked his oldest brother, reading the screen in front of him. I almost choked on my drink after seeing their priceless faces. Nick pulled his scarf up to cover up his face, but from the quivering of his shoulders…I'm guessing he's laughing…which made me laugh. Kevin's eyes had widened, and his mouth opened and closed. He had no idea what to say.
Joe decided to answer the fan's question since both of his brothers seemed incapacitated.
"Yes, Kevin would love to move to Iceland and live with your family."
Needless to say, that whole ordeal kept me laughing for the next five minutes. Even Allison had buried her face in a pillow to hide her amusement.
"Moving on," Nick pulled his scarf down, gaining his composure back. "Kevin, Joe, and I decided to add a new feature to this chat."
"Whatever do you mean, Nick?" Kevin asked, all too innocently.
"Yes Nick," Joe added similarly, "What is this dazzling feature you speak of?"
The youngest Lucas rolled his eyes at his brothers' antics, but even he had a hint of excitement behind his cool façade.
"Last May we tried out this fan call system, where we could actually talk to some of you over the phone-"
Allison immediately sat up straight with her eyes wide. "Oh my gosh! I saw that chat. They're bringing it back?" She turned towards me and grabbed my arms roughly and shook me ecstatically.
"Gah!" I screeched as I felt my head was about to fall off. "Stop it!"
She did eventually stop…but it was only to hear what Nick had continued to say.
I feel so used.
I shook my head to rid myself of the spots which proceeded to dance in front of my eyes.
"This time, however," Nick continued with a small grin. "JONAS is going to call you."
"What?" I asked in confusion. I turned to Allison who had gotten a death-grip on her pillow. "How can he get the numbers?"
"I know some of you are thinking 'How can we get your numbers?'," Nick continued. "Well, if you're part of Macy Misa's website and have listed your number in your profile, then that's how we got it."
Well…that answered my question.
Now, to get Allison to let go of her pillow before her hands are permanently attached to it. I'm guessing that my friend does have a profile on Misa's website.
Okay, since when did Allison become such a JONAS fan? Is it all because of Nick?
Why does this disturb me?
"It's no big deal," I tried to tell her, pushing those thoughts out of my head. "There are like a million people on this chat. It doesn't mean that they're going to call you."
Allison finally let go of the unfortunate pillow (which almost ripped from her grasp, by the way). "You're right," she chuckled, nervously. "What was I thinking? There's like one in a million chance of JONAS actually calling me-"
My friend stopped talking when the familiar tone of her cell phone resounded throughout the room.
…
Okay, now that's just weird.
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OH! CLIFFHANGER! Haha, I am evil. Well, sorry I kept you all waiting on this chapter, but I was trying to decide whether to continue making it longer or just to give it to you guys and make the ending a cliffhanger.
Anyways, love you all. Please review!
Note: I did steal the soap question from an actual live-chat. I just thought it was too hilarious not to put in this chapter.