Another day, another concert. I could never understand how that boy could have so much energy. It wasn't a facade either, he was happy and energetic all the time. Even when his tired eyes looked back at mine, he was always available when I needed him. I considered myself the luckiest girl in the world. Kevin Jonas was mine. He wanted and loved me! I was as surprised as anyone when he asked me to be his girlfriend. Especially considering how we met.

We'd met at a Meet and Greet at one of their concerts. I'd managed to get V.I.P. passes and so I was with a nervous bunch of girls in various ages who got to meet the boys who made our hearts throb.

As we walked through the doors that would lead us to the Jonas Brothers, shrieks and screams filled the air. I remained silent. I was hoping I wouldn’t make an idiot of myself. I was about to meet the objects of my affection!

As soon as I saw them, my breath hitched in my throat. Though I loved them all and admired the hard work they did and the talent they possessed, Kevin had a special place in my heart. I couldn’t explain exactly why I was enamored by him, but the mere sight of him sent shivers down my spine. 

He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a shirt, it being much too early for them to be dressed in their regular stage outfits. They were due to start sound check, but had to meet us all first. As the line went by the three boys, I realized with a start how close I was to them. Soon I was next in line.

“Yo!” Joe said, being the first in the line. “What’s your name?”

“Melissa,” I said, surprisingly not nervous. Maybe I’d be able to get through this without making a fool out of myself.

“Coolio!” He said back. Though he’d probably met tons of girls and more people than I ever would, he treated me as if I were the only one of importance at that moment. I walked over to Nick, and got the same treatment. Their mother had definitely taught them how to treat a woman, I thought giddily

Heart pounding in my chest, I walked up to Kevin. He flashed me a smile that made my knees go weak, and I almost toppled over before he caught me.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, still holding me.

Blushing like crazy, I replied that I was, in fact, just fine. Perfect even, because I was in his arms. I didn’t tell him that though, as I stood on my own. He slowly let go of my arms. “You’re shaking.” He said.

I just nodded. “I’m Melissa,” I just answered, immediately feeling stupid. 

“Hey Melissa, stay here a minute,” He motioned toward a chair. “I’ll finish greeting everyone and come back to you, okay?”

All I could do again was nod. Why did he want to spend more time with me? Did he feel sorry for me for losing my composure like that? Well, if that was the case, it was his fault. He was too hot to be around!

Sure enough, he came around a few minutes later. Feeling much better, but still nervous, I found myself able to actually talk with him.

 Soon enough, we were holding a conversation/debate about music videos. I was having fun and I almost forgot who I was talking to until he was called over for sound check. Smiling at me once more, he walked away to do what he did best.

Being V.I.P.s, we got to watch the sound check, and I was in awe once again. With it being a smaller group of people, it felt immensely more personal. I saw him look over at me and smile, and I immediately blushed. His grin grew wider as he kept playing.

As soon as sound check was over, he came over to say a goodbye. As the other girls were leaving, he told me that he’d be watching for me in the crowd. I just smiled stupidly and blushed. I’d almost gotten out of the door before he asked me for my number. I was in more shock than I’d ever been, but I gave him the number and walked out. The concert that night was one of the highlights of my life. Until the next night when I got my first phone call from him.

Three months later, I’m standing by his side. He had a week off of tour, and he planned it so I could go see him. We’d been talking as often as possible, and while we never stated anything other than friendship was happening, I got the feeling it would lead to more. But then I could just be wishful thinking. Millions of girls wanted him, why would he choose me?

“Okay,” He said, “I think we’ve taken enough pictures.” Handing me my camera back, our fingers brushed and it felt like an electric shock went through me. I just took my camera back and didn’t say anything.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “You’re shaking.”

“It’s just something I do when I’m around you,” I said blushing. Way to ruin it, Mel, I thought to myself. He just grinned before taking my hand.

 “Truth is,” he whispered, leaning closer, “you make me shake too.” I was shocked but never got a chance to respond as his lips met mine. The electric shock turned into fireworks as we kissed, and I knew at that moment that he was the only one who would bring such reactions to me.

When the kiss ended, we were both grinning idiotically. “Why me?” I managed to stammer.

“Because from the first moment I saw you, I knew that you were special. When you walked over to me, my breath hitched in my throat and all I could think about was how beautiful you looked when you were nervous. And now that I’ve seen you in many different emotions, I’ve realized you’re beautiful all the time.”

All I could do was blush again, and he laughed before giving me another kiss. 

So every night, he performs his heart out. And every night the energy and adrenaline builds up. I see girls scream his name as he performs from his soul, but it doesn’t bother me. Because I know I’m the only one that can make him shake.

If the spacing is screwy, I honestly don't know what happened. I copied it from word and it got all weird. Humph.