Her pen tapped on the edge of her desk as she tried to figure out where her story was going next. She was supposed to be a great writer, the words were supposed to flow with ease but at the moment she had a strong case of writers block. She had been trying to produce the next paragraph for about three hours and was getting nowhere. Every time she wrote something she realized just how bad it was and scratched it all out before trying again. With a sigh she pushed away from her desk and decided that a walk might do her some good, it had been a while since she just took a walk outside. Not thinking she just slips her shoes on and grabs her keys as she runs out the door. She starts her walk in the sun and it doesn’t take long for her to realize it is a lot colder than she thought it was outside and she is slowly freezing.

"Are you okay?"

She turns and spots a tall curly haired brunette boy, well young man really, standing there in a jacket and she frowns.

"Fine. Why?"

"Well for one thing it’s about 40 degrees outside and you aren’t wearing a jacket. Which here," he pulls his jacket off and wraps it around her body.

"I’m fine really."

"I don’t believe you. I’m Kevin by the way."

"I’m Heather and thank you."

"No problem well bye."

He runs off without his jacket and Heather takes in his scent. He smells delicious and she gets an idea as to what to write. She hurries back to her apartment and just writes non-stop for as long as she can before realizing she doesn’t know what else to write. She finished four more chapters but there was still so much more to write. She lets her writers block take over her body once again as she gets ready for the concert she was suppose to be reporting on that night. A band of teeny boppers, well maybe that’s not the way to describe them the boys weren’t teeny boppers but their fans were from what she had seen, dozens of girls aging from about 5 to 23. From what she was told there were three main boys in the band, a guitar player who was 20, her age, a singer and multi instrument player who was 18, and a singer and guitar and drums and piano player who was 15, along with four boys in the background, a guitar player, a bassist, a keyboard player, and a drummer. She wasn’t exactly excited for the job, she was happy that they let her report on something other than a murder but why did it have to involve dozens of preteen girls screaming at the top of their lungs.

Four hours later she’s surrounded by hundred of preteen girls, huddled in his jacket, as she waits for the doors to open. A little boy runs past only to run back to her and look at her slowly.

"That’s my brother’s jacket," he says.

"Really?"

"Yea that’s Kevin’s jacket."

"It is your right can you show me where he is so I can give it back," Heather asks?

"I’m not supposed to let people backstage," he says as he bounces on his toes.

"I can go backstage. I have a press pass see," she holds her badge out for him to look at.

"Okay come on," he smiles grabbing her hand and dragging her with him.

Once inside it is too warm to wear the wool jacket and she folds it over her arm revealing the beautiful purple dress. The little boy smiles as he runs and talks to a big man who is guarding a door. He nods seeing her pass hanging from her neck and the little boy opens the door to reveal three teenage boys including Kevin standing there getting ready for their show.

"Kevin I found your jacket," the little boy smiles.

"Frankie I didn’t loose my… Heather," Kevin smiles spotting her.

"Hi. I believe this is yours," Heather smiles handing it over to him grinning.

"You could have kept it," Kevin frowns.

"I was kind of using it and then your little brother like called me out. He just ran up to me and was like that’s my brother’s jacket. So here I am," Heather says with a little laugh.

"Thanks Frank," Kevin says ruffling his hair.

"No prob bob!"

"Heather these are my brothers, Joe and Nick. Guys this is Heather I gave her my jacket earlier," Kevin smiles.

"Hey it’s nice to meet you. Oh a press pass are you a reporter," Nick asks smiling at her?

"In my spare time. I’m a writer, in process of writing my third book. You brother helped me cure a bit of writers block earlier. But I got called two days ago to report on this concert. Just a guess you are the Jonas Brothers," Heather smiles at them.

"That we are. A writer, what do you write about," Kevin asks?

"Actually I write about teenagers in difficult situations my first was about a girl going away from home for the first time, the second was a boy trying to tell his family he liked boys and this one is about the awkwardness of relationships."

"Well it’s nice to know that are right to write about us, since we are a teenage loved band and you write about teenagers," Joe smiles.

"Ignore my corny brother," Kevin says leading her away from his brothers.

"So… we’re actually in town for about five more days. Want to go out to dinner with me?"

"Yea you are the ultimate cure to writers block after all…" his face falls slightly and she giggles, "and you are pretty cute and cool and awesome. You’ll just have to call me."

With a shining look in his eyes his lips touch her cheek softly and she smiles at him.