Hey everyone! Thank you sooo much for the nice comments. You guys are amazing!
Here's chapter two for you. I just want to let you know that I may not be able to post chapter three until tomorrow or Sunday - one of my good friends (and ex-boyfriend) was in a car accident, and is in the hospital. He's in a coma and on a ventilator, but he's hanging in there for now. Please keep him in your thoughts, and in your prayers in you're the praying kind. I'll try my hardest to post another chapter soon, but I'll be spending a lot of time at the hospital, so please don't be mad if it takes a couple days. :]
CHAPTER TWO:
The guy who had just got nailed in the foot with my phone bent down and picked it up, and glanced over in my direction. He said something to the four guys he was with, and then started to walk over to where I was standing.
Be smooth, I thought. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my---
“I think you lost something” he said, stopping in front of me.
“I, um … yeah,” I managed to squeak. So much for being smooth. I nervously tugged at a strand of my hair.
“Or maybe you did it on purpose,” he stated, smiling. “You know, you don’t have to throw things to get my attention.”
“No! Omigosh, no, I would never---“
“Calm down,” he said. “I’m totally kidding.” He laughed.
“Sorry,” I replied, my cheeks turning red.
He held my gaze for a few moments, still smiling, and then stuck out his right hand.
“I’m Joe,” he said.
As in Joseph Adam Jonas. I was talking to Joe Jonas.
Thankfully, my brain finally kicked into gear, and I was able to get a full sentence out of my mouth without sounding like a complete idiot.
“I’m Erin,” I said. “And maybe I did throw my phone to get your attention. It obviously worked.”
“Very true,” he said, grinning.
I grabbed his hand and shook it, surprised by the shockwaves and tingles that rippled up through my arm when I touched him.
I looked Joe up and down, trying to fully absorb the fact that I was really standing here talking to – and touching! – the Joe Jonas, the guy who’d I’d worshiped for the past two years. He looked amazing, even more handsome in person. He was dressed down compared to the magazine photos I normally saw him in, wearing glasses and a golfer-style cap, pulled down low. His usually-straight hair was wavy and poking out in all directions underneath the cap. He had a black blazer on over a red t-shirt, and wore white skinny jeans. Oh, and the killer black and gold sneakers that my cell phone had assaulted.
My own look paled in comparison. At least I had clean jeans on – I’d changed when I had gotten back to the hotel. And thank goodness I’d taken the time to apply some mascara and lip gloss. But I was still sporting my oh-so-not-fashionable NYPD hooded sweatshirt and my beat-up Ariat faux-ostrich riding boots.
I heard Joe clear his throat. I’d zoned out, and I realized with embarrassment that I was still shaking his hand.
“Sorry,” I said, jerking my hand back. I could feel my checks getting warm.
“It’s all gravy, baby,” he laughed. He held my phone out to me. “You might want to keep an eye on this. It might try to escape again.”
“Thanks,” I said, taking the phone from his hand.
“Anytime.”
We stood there for a moment, not saying a word. Just looking at each other. I finally broke the silence.
“Listen,” I started, “it was really nice to meet you. And thank you for returning my phone. I’ll see you around.”
I smiled at Joe one last time before turning and starting to walk away. I immediately regretted saying goodbye. How stupid are you? I scolded myself. You just walked away from Joe Jonas!
“Hey, Erin, wait!”
I turned around and saw Joe standing where I’d left him, with his hands in the pockets of his blazer.
“Do you want to go grab some coffee?” he asked.
I smiled, realizing that was my mission to begin with, before I’d accidentally chucked my cell phone at the middle Jonas brother.
“You read my mind,” I replied.
