okay when am I gonna' post more? Right now that's when!!
Chapter 6
I knocked once more on the window.
"Dad!" I said. Still no movement.
"Emma, could he be?" I asked.
"Dead?" Emma asked. I nodded.
"No way Jeanne. He's not dead...he's just a- a- a heavy sleeper!" Emma suggested.
"Emma, he's not a heavy sleeper, he wakes up to the coffee maker! Dinging that his coffee's done!" I explained. Screw that theory.
"Maybe we should go back in and tell someone." I suggested.
"Good idea!" Emma said, pointing in my direction.
We both ran back into Jesse Auditorium. We knew nobody but as we ran around trying to look for an official we attracted many stares. I felt I had ran into a mass of something. I looked up and saw a curly haired boy with those sensitive eyes and a smile that could drive me insane.
"Jeanne?" Nick asked. He remembered me!
"Nick." I said, wrapping my arms around him in a hug.
"What happened Jeanne?" Nick asked, forcing me to take my arms off of him.
"My dad. He was supposed to take us back home, and we found him in the car...uh...he wasn't moving." I said. I was nearly crying at this point.
"No way!" Joe said. I nodded.
"Yes way!" I added.
"Can you guys help us?!" Emma asked, for I was too frightened and sad to ask it.
"Of course, anything for you girls!" Kevin said. Together we all ran outside to the car. Well since I was crying, Nick was walking with me, holding onto me tightly, making sure I didn't do anything stupid, seeing that I told him I was suicidal.
When we finally got to the car, everyone was taking turns trying to cram their hands into the tiny hole of the window that was opened.
"I think Jeanne's hand might be small enough to fit inside." Nick suggested. Frightened as I was, I closed my eyes and stuck my left hand into the window. Nick was holding onto my right hand.
Eyes closed, I unlocked the car door. I got my hand out, and Joe opened up the door. He drug the body of my father out of the car. He felt the wrist of my father.
"He's dead." Joe said. At that, I cried so much harder. Nick held onto me. Tightly.
"I'm so sorry Jeanne." Nick said. I buried my face into the front of Nick's flannel shirt.
"Nothing you can say can bring him back." I whispered.
"Is there anyone you can stay with?" Kevin asked. I was at no liberty to answer.
"No, her mom is dead. And her relatives don't want anything to do with her." Nick answered for me.
"She can stay with me for a while." Emma piped up.
"Good deal." Joe said.
"We can give you a ride." Kevin said.
"That'd would be great!" Emma said.
Together Nick still holding onto me, we all walked to the Jonas Brothers tour bus.
"Guys who are these girls?" Mrs. Jonas asked.
"They're the girls from the meet and greet." Joe answered.
"Why are they in our tour bus?" Mrs. Jonas asked.
"This girl's father died. They need a ride home." Kevin replied.
"Oh baby girl, I'm so sorry." Mrs. Jonas said, trying to comfort me.
"Mom don't, it's only me who can comfort her." Nick said. My glazed eyes looked up at Nick's face.
"AFTER ALL I DID SAVE HER LIFE ONCE!"
