Teardrops On My Jonas Brothers Scrapbook

I waited for my sister, Laura, to come home. She said she had this awesome boyfriend I just HAD to meet. Ugh! Last time she said that, she brought home some doof of a jock, who didn't even know what fifty-plus-fifty equaled. I heard a car pull in the driveway, and I turned off the TV, right in the middle of Two And A Half Men. Laura unlocked the door and came in. "Hi, Laura, so where's this doof of a boyfriend you say I just HAVE to meet?", I asked, and then crossed my arms. "That would be me," a familiar voice said. Nick Jonas walked in the door. "Nick Jonas?", I asked, astonished. "Yes. Now, he's MY boyfriend, not yours," Laura said crossly, although I don't know why. My heart sank, although I already knew she was going to say that. I almost started crying. NICK JONAS, probably the hottest boy in the UNIVERSE was dating MY sister. My sister, not me, I had to remind myself. "And your name is?", Nick asked, his outstretched hand seeming almost unreal to me. "Katie, althought Laura probably refers to me as "Squirt" or "The Creature That Lives In My House", I said, shaking his hand. "Come on, Nick, I want you to see Katie's bedroom. She's even made a scrapbook of you and your brothers. She's also got like, a million posters of you guys, and a few Jonas Brothers T-shirts", Laura said, leading Nick up to my room. I ran and jumped on the couch, starting to cry, my un-made-up face streaked with tears.

haha i would die if my sister brought home a jonas brother as her boyfriend.

i dont have huge posters every where. but i do sing along to their songs, and im a terrible singer =X sorry lol