AHHHHHHH i love this!

it is such a clever idea!

I gots to bump it... so sad to be bumping mine own story...

Please PLEASe post more....this is amazing. You are SKILLED!

~ Rebecca

OK, here's the second part. It's, like REALLY long, but that's OK. Hey, if you like it, let me know if you think I should continue it. I could... but I don't want to if people aren't that into it.

As promised, he was back in a half hour. He tore into the driveway again, but parked a little more carefully this time. I answered the door before he knocked and held up a finger to my lips. “Quiet,” I whispered. “They’re in front of the movie, as promised, and if they know you’re here they’ll never be quiet again. And Sara’s asleep.”
    He grinned at me and nodded, his finger to his own lips. He made a show of tip-toeing into the house. By the time he got to the living room and sat on a couch, my side hurt from holding in my laughter. I sat down across from him and he frowned. He whispered loudly, “I don’t bite! Sit here.” He pointed to the couch next to him. I sat and he plopped the pizza box he was carrying onto the coffee table. “Hungry?”
    I shook my head, smiling. “I had two already…” I saw the look on his face, a cross between a pout and an evil grin, and continued, “but I think I could manage another piece.” He nodded triumphantly and I grabbed a piece of pizza from the box.
    After a while, we forgot about being quiet, but the kids didn’t come out to see what was going on, which completely shocked me. I heard the movie end and I hollered, “Bedtime!” They groaned, but I soon saw them flowing by on their way to their respective rooms, and the noise transferred to upstairs as they settled in. Soon, it was as quiet as a house with seven sleeping children can be. I wondered if a compassionate brother had figured out how much I wanted to be alone with Kevin and kept the others at bay.
    Kevin and I talked. And talked. And talked. He told me how he had ended up with this job. “See, we were having, like, a game night with a few friends, and this one friend of mine, Jake, that I’ve known for a million years but is as normal and not rock star as you can get, started going on about how I had no idea what it was like to live as a normal twenty year old kid. ‘Oh, you work hard, but you ought to try being a normal nobody for once!’ My other buddies joined in, so I eventually told them they could dare me to do something to prove I could live as normally as they could. So they dared me to get a low rent apartment in Nowheresville--no offense--and take a job that paid low, and try to survive on only the money I made there. They tried to get me to add college courses, but I said enough was enough. So, there you go. I ended up here.”
    I gaped. “Wow, what a dare. Do you like it?”
    He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes, and threw himself against the back of the couch. “I adore it. It’s crazy hard, it’s frustrating, it’s weird having nobody know my name and having, well, not much money to spend. But, even though I’d never want to give up touring, this would not be a bad alternative.”
    I nodded. “Yeah. I’m a waitress earning half minimum wage, but you know, I like it, too.”
    At one point, when we had been talking about music, I mentioned that his songs really inspired me to play. “I hadn’t played guitar much before. I wrote a bunch of songs, but it was just lyrics. After I started playing--which was because of you guys--I put chords to my own songs.”
    “Wait--you write songs?”
    “Yeah.” I felt like asking if he wanted to hear one. That seemed to naturally follow. But I really didn’t want to perform for him. It’s like a Little League baseball player showing his pitches to a shutout-pitching Major Leaguer. Intimidating, to say the least.
    “Will you play one for me?” Oops, there it went. He was looking at me with such sincere hope and curiosity that I couldn’t help it. I nodded and ran for my guitar.
    I came back and shyly began playing one of my songs.
Staring at my hand
Thinkin’ ‘bout how yours fits so well right there
Can’t get you off my mind
Looking in the mirror
Hearing you ask why I gotta wear makeup
Can’t get you off my mind
I’m trying to study
But I just hear you laugh, telling me I’m crazy
For liking English class

Even when I’m trying to fall asleep
You’re still there in front of me
There’s no point in trying to lie
There is no way I could hide
The way I feel
Trying not to think just makes me think and I can’t get you off my mind.

I sang the rest of the song and realized I had slipped into music mode, where I forgot everything around me. I had forgotten Kevin was sitting there, listening to me sing! The thought made my stomach tighten, and I looked up at him worriedly.
    He was grinning ear to ear, but his eyes held a strange look. “Wow. You have an amazing voice. Your lyrics are amazing, too. So, did you write that about someone special?”
    I shook my head, blushing. “No. I mean, I guess a combination of a lot of crushes that I’ve had, but no one in particular. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
    The strange look in his eyes disappeared. “Sweet. I mean, the song’s great. Hey, play another one.” He grabbed a sheaf of papers out of my guitar case and started leafing through them. “Did you write this one?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Play it. It looks good.”
I’m the new girl, you don’t know who I am
I been running around trying to find my way in
I been beating out pretty boys and long-legged superstars
Wo-oh, yeah
(Hello-hello Holly-Hollywood
Hello-hello Holly-Hollywood)
Now I’m a kind of hometown sweetheart
Ain’t gonna break down just to play the part
Of some pretty little thing with a long string of broken hearts
Behind her

Hello, hello Hollywood
I’m gonna show you what’s real and good
Gonna remake the world of cameras and lights,
Give you a second chance at your crazy life
Hello, hello Hollywood, I’m here to stay
And it’s a new day

(Hello hello Holly, Hollywood
Hello hello Holly, Hollywood)
Somewhere deep down every star is the same
They’re all run to the ground by this crazy game
Of parties and rumors and wild nights on the town
Wo-oh, yeah
(Hello hello Holly, Hollywood
Hello hello Holly, Hollywood)
Every day I see the same case
Hurts down inside with a smile on your face
Full of anger and lies and a cold glass of broken dreams
Reality

I sang the chorus a couple more times and looked up sheepishly at Kevin. He was beaming. “That’s awesome! It’s like… totally tough good girl attitude, or something. So, is that your dream? To go to Hollywood and change the world?”
    “Not really. I just think Hollywood needs somebody like that.”
    His voice softened and he leaned closer to me. “You could do it. You could change the world. I believe in you.”
    I blushed, my heart swelling with emotion. He was amazing.
    He smiled. “Thanks.”
    I turned brilliant red. “Did I say that out loud?”
    “Me being amazing? Yep.” I was speechless with embarrassment. But he just smiled again. “Right back atcha. You’re amazing, too.” He leaned closer to me, then said with a soft, nervous smile, “Hey, I know I just met you, but the more I talk to you, the more I want to kiss you. I… can I…”
    Every word he said expressed exactly what I was feeling. Sitting in front of me was not a rock star, a celebrity, or a boy with mad guitar skills. In front of me was a sensitive, sweet man with a brilliant personality and incredibly deep eyes. Simply Kevin Jonas. Instead of answering him, I closed the mere millimeters of space between us and felt our lips meet softly, sweetly. My eyes drifted closed instinctively. He couldn’t know, but this was my first kiss, and I swear I saw stars, heard fireworks, and felt the earth spin.
    I heard him make a sound somewhere between a sigh and a gentle hum, and his hands slipped into my hair. He pulled me closer. Oh, sweet heaven, I didn’t have anything to compare him to, but he must have been the best kisser on the planet. Finally, but all too soon, he gently pulled away and buried his head in the crook of my neck. “Wow, Danielle,” he murmured. “Just wow.”
    I could only take a deep breath, which served to slow my racing heart and give me a wonderful, heady whiff of his shampoo and cologne. I don’t know how long we sat there, his arms wrapped tightly around me, his head nestled on my shoulder, my face buried in his curly hair. We only broke apart when his cell phone started chiming in his pocket. He let me go slowly and, I thought, reluctantly, and dug the phone out of his pocket. “Yeah? Hey, Danger.” He listened. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m… I’m on a date. I know, but it was kind of unexpected. Oh, OK. Tell him I’m on my way. Bye.” He turned to me. “Hey, that was Joe. He dropped by the apartment and found out I wasn’t there, and Dad wanted him to check on me. So… I have to go home. I wish I could stay.”
    I looked at the kitchen clock and my eyes widened. “Oh, man. Actually, you do have to go. It’s almost one.”
    His eyes bugged. “Are you serious? Wow. Um, I’ll go. Hey--” he leaned towards me and kissed my quickly, so tenderly, on the mouth, leaving me stunned once again. “Can I give you one more autograph?”
    “Um… OK?”
    He pulled a Sharpie from the cup of writing utensils on the desk nearby. Instead of going for a piece of paper, he slid my shirt sleeve up and traced the soft, sensitive skin of my inner arm. He uncapped the Sharpie and signed his name with a flourish, then wrote a phone number just beneath it. He blew on the spot, stroked it, and pulled my sleeve back down. “Would you sign me, too?”
    I was blushing from hairline to collar, but I managed to take the Sharpie, pull up his sleeve, and scribble my signature on muscles that rippled with every line I drew. I finished writing my number and covered it with his sleeve. I looked back up and found his phone’s camera flashing in my face. He grinned. “It’s beautiful, it’s perfect, and it’s my wallpaper now.” He leapt from the couch. “Hey, I really have to go now. Can I--can I come by after work tomorrow?”
    I smiled, feeling like my head would explode from the magnificence of what was happening to me. “Absolutely. My parents get home tomorrow afternoon, though.”
    He flashed a charming smile. “I’d love to meet them. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He grabbed my hand and twirled me across the floor and into his arms. He kissed me so passionately that, when I could think again, I wasn’t sure how gentlemanly he would seem to my parents if he kept this up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby girl.”
    Then, just like that, he was out the door, jogging to his car. I watched him jump in, start it up, and fly down the road at a dangerous rate of speed. I looked down--yep, just as I thought. My heart was conspicuously missing.

--Kat

By the way, I don't care that much about the rest of the writing, but the songs in here--please don't steal them. They are COPYRIGHTED to me. No takey. I wrote, I own. Not that I think y'all would anyway. ;)

That was really good!

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