Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out my ff! I've had this prologue for awhile, just waiting to start working on the rest of it. And now that TCNH is almost finished, I figured I might as well start on this.
I'm in college though, and working on a joint with Aisling, so bare with my if it takes me a while to update hahaha
Soften My Heart
Prologue:
Nick.
8 years as an internationally known pop rock star is pretty good, right? The Jonas Brothers had a good run, and we all knew that the time would come that our fans would get older, and move on to another band.
For the past year or so we could see that it was coming; that our fans were already starting to move on. And now it seems that no one really cares about Kevin, Joe, and myself, Nick Jonas, anymore.
And that is exactly why I, at the age of 20, have moved out of the Jonas family home and into my very own apartment in New York City. The entire family has relocated to the New Jersey/New York area, with Mom, Dad, and Frankie living back in New Jersey, and Kevin and Joe living in apartments here in New York, not far from my own.
We have easily fallen into the simple life of producers and songwriters, and so far I am loving it. I can walk out on the streets of New York by myself, sit down on a bench in central park, an even take a girl out on a date, and not be hounded by paparazzi. Sure I get the occasional fan who approaches me, with a simple, ‘Hey, aren’t you Nick Jonas?’ which I reply to with a simple nod, thanking them for 8 years of dedication to our dream.
The apartment that I’ve just moved into is like a new start to my life. I’m able to put all the worries of celebrity life behind me, and start my new life as an average guy. And the number one priority in my life as an average guy, would be finding that special girl to spend the rest of my life with.
I know, sappy, right? But it’s the truth. Having a steady girlfriend, and living your life in the limelight, definitely isn’t the easiest thing to do. I’ve had a serious of childish, meaningless relationships with girls. I’m ready to find the woman of my dreams, and finally settle down. The problem is… figuring out exactly what the woman of my dreams is like… and where to find her.
As of right now, even though I don’t actually know her, I think the girl who lives in the apartment building across from mine seems pretty amazing. Maybe she’s the one…
Abigail.
Some people call me a badass. Some say I’m a little rough around the edges. But really there is only one way to put it. I’m me, and that’s all there is to it. So deal with it.
I’ve lived in New York City for 4 years now. As soon as I turned 18, I up and left my childhood home. My parents were great and all, never did anything wrong. Nothing that caused me to want to leave, but you get to a certain point in your life when you’re tired of your parents breathing down your neck 24/7. So I got the fuc.k out of there as soon as I turned 18, and headed for the big apple.
I’ve had the same job since I moved here. I’m a waitress at this shi.tty little restaurant. The pay is good, and I survive. But I could do without all of the dirty old men hitting on me. But hey… what can ya do?
I don’t really have any hobbies… except for well… boys… I guess you could call that a hobby. I like men. That is a well known fact. I like guys with spiky hair, tattoos, piercings, and have a badass attitude just like mine. Guys are pretty much only good for one thing though…
Yeah that’s right… I sleep around… if that’s what you want to call it. Sure, I’ve had a pretty close relationship with each one of those guys that I’ve slept with, but it’s definitely not full of all of that lovey dovey shi.t. I’ve never had a steady boyfriend, and I don’t plan on having one anytime soon. I’m not interested in falling in love. I’ve never met a guy who I could spend the rest of my life with. Every guy who has walked into my life has been nothing more than a friend. So obviously love just isn’t for me.
A lot of my friends have boyfriends. They say it’s the greatest thing in the world. I think that’s a load of bullshi.t. They say that I should stop sleeping around, and at least try to find a guy that I could be all coupley gross with. Psh… like that’ll happen.
But I have to say… that the guy who just moved into the apartment building across from mine… he’s pretty much that cutest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. And that’s saying something… considering he isn’t badass at all. Even though I know nothing about him… I think being all coupley gross with him… might not be so bad…
