Starting another FF? Am I crazy? I think so... but whatever... I guess three isn't that many. I just had an idea... and I'm on Spring Break... and Kerry isn't going to be updating Charm for over a week... meaning that I can't work on it at all this week. So... I guess it's not too crazy to start another fic.
Wow... those of you who don't know me... probably think I'm a loony bin... well... some of you that know me probably still think that :)
Anyway, welcome to "That Could Never Happen." Another Nick Fanfic. I told myself that my next fic would be a Joe FF... but that didn't happen... whatever, maybe next time. As usual... this ff will be extremely fluffy, and pretty lacking in the drama department. So, if you're looking for a ff with an incredibly intense plot... I suggest you go find another one, because this probably isn't the ff for you. But, if you're looking for a super fluffy ff... you've definitely come to the right place. :)
Ok, well, thanks for reading... and enjoy! Don't forget to comment!
That Could Never Happen
Chapter 1:
“You don’t have front row tickets?” my dad asked me, from the other side of the kitchen table.
“No… but it really doesn’t matter Dad,” I told him, flipping through my magazine.
“What row are you in?”
“Um… I’m in the furthest section from the stage, I’m not sure what row it is.”
“Furthest section?!” my dad exclaimed, “Were all of the seats up in the front sold out?”
“No, but I couldn’t afford the seats in the front. I really don’t understand why you’re so worried about what
seats I got.”
“Because, princess, you’re never going to meet your dear Nick Jonas, if you’re sitting all the way in the furthest section from the stage,” my dad teased.
“Dad…” I whined.
Oh… hold on… I’m sorry. I should probably tell you a little more about myself before I go blabbing on about my life. Let’s see… Name- Charlotte Ross (more commonly referred to as Charlie), Age- 20, residence- an apartment in Maryland, occupation- college student pursuing a degree in Graphic Design. Yeah, that’s good enough for now. You’ll find out more about me soon enough.
“Seriously Charlotte… if you’re not in the front row, Nick Jonas is never going to even see you,” my dad chuckled.
“Dad, stop. You’re being ridiculous…” I groaned.
“No I’m not princess. Nick Jonas is going to fall head over heals for you when he sees you, but that can’t happen if you’re all the way in the back of the venue.”
“Dad… that could never happen.”
“What could never happen sweetheart? You getting seats in the front row?”
“No,” I said, getting frustrated, “Nick Jonas falling head over heals for me.”
“Sure it could happen!” my dad chuckled.
I knew my dad was only kidding. We’d had this conversation before… about me meeting Nick Jonas. Oh, oops… I forgot to tell you a very important fact about me. I’m a huge Jonas Brothers fan, and an even bigger Nick Jonas fan. Well, I’m not a huge fan, because most people don’t even know I’m a fan, except for my very close friends. I’m also not one of those crazy fans that cry at the mere mention of the word Jonas.
Anyway… back to Nick Jonas. Although he’s 18, 2 years younger than me, he is my definition of the perfect man. Well, at least the image he displayed to the public… who’s to say if he is really like that. I like to think he is though. I could go on and on about the amazningness that is Nick Jonas, but I’ll spare you.
All you need to know is that I have a huge crush on Nick, and my dad certainly knows that. My crush on Nick has become a major contribution to my dads constant teasing.
“No it couldn’t dad…” I said, “He’s Nick Jonas… I’m just Charlie Ross. I’m just a plain old ordinary girl from Maryland. He’s a big rock star. He dates the prettiest girls in Hollywood, not boring girls from Maryland.”
I’m usually not such a pessimist. I’m usually quite the optimist, but when it comes to these conversations with my dad about Nick Jonas, I’m pessimistic. I mean, I definitely wouldn’t consider myself an ugly girl, but next to the young Hollywood stars Nick has previously dated, I’m nothing.
“You’re too hard on yourself Char,” my dad said, frowning slightly.
“Whatever Dad. It doesn’t really matter at this point. I’ve already bought my tickets, and I’ll enjoy the concert from the back of the venue, just like every other person in my section.”
“Well, you’ll just have to hope that you run into Nick Jonas at the grocery store one day while you’re shopping,” my dad laughed.
“Dad…” I whined, burying my face in my magazine, attempting to ignore is incessant teasing.
“What are you teasing her about now John?” my mom asked as she walked into the room.
“Nick Jonas,” my dad said dreamily, chuckling quietly.
“Oh… gotcha,” my mom said knowingly, “Have you become Mrs. Charlotte Jonas yet?”
“Mom…” I whined, a blush rising to my cheeks. My mom and dad just laughed in response.
“Can someone explain to me why I insist on coming to visit you two on the weekends?” I asked.
“Because you love us,” my dad chuckled.
“You’re lucky that I do,” I mumbled quietly.
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