The first chapter of my first fanfic.. Please enjoy and write comments!

Nick’s P.O.V

“Nicholas Jerry Jonas!” I heard and lifted my head immediately. “Turn off that TV right now and listen to me!”

“Yes mom,” I answered sarcastically to the black-haired girl standing arms on hips yelling at me. I turned off the TV and put my arm on her shoulder. She was my age, a couple of months older but way shorter. Way, way shorter.

“Look Nick, Joe is gonna be here in two hours and I want this to be perfect,” she said looking me in the eyes and lowering her arms off her hips.

“Sara, it will be okay. I promise.” I gave her a hug and then began to walk away. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down onto the couch.

“C’mon Nicky, you know I need help,” she said making her famous puppy-dog face. How could you resist that. And Nicky! I hated that. But when your best friend has called you that ever since you were four, it’s hard not to live with it.

“Look just because I’m asexual doesn’t mean that I have to help you with all your guy problems,” I said smiling sheepishly and attempting again to get off the couch. This time she pulled me down with greater force. My muscles are okay but for a girl, you’d be scared to be in a catfight with her.

“Not only because your asexual, but also cause you’re his brother.” Those words made me stay.

“Look Sara,” I began, placing my hand on her shoulder again, “You’ve had a crush on my brother since first grade, when you thought guys still had cooties.” This made her laugh. I was happy. This girl had to be happy if I wanted to remain without bruises or broken bones. And that’s what I loved about my best friend. “ You should just tell him. He’ll understand.” She looked like she was about to hug me for that. Lucky for me she’s a tomboy. She attacked me and began tickling me till I fell off the couch. In about five minutes after she stopped tickling me I felt like I was going to pee myself. I wasn’t crazy about girls, at all. I was asexual and fine with that. That’s why it didn’t hurt me that much when Miley broke up with me. Heck, I was happy. That girl is crazy.

Sara’s P.O.V

After that tickle fight with Nick, we got up and went to the kitchen. Denise made us lunch an left a note on the table I read the note aloud once Nick sustained his hunger with a piece of his Italian hero. Man, for a shy kid he sure gets vicious when he’s hungry. I began reading the note.

“’Nick and Sara, I left you guys some lunch and peace and quiet. Paul Sr. and I took Frankie and went to the store to pick up some last minuteappetizers. I know you guys are excited about Joe and Kevin coming back from their trip to Australia but you probably will miss the quiet when the two loudest people of the house are back, so we’re leaving you and hour of quietness. Love, Denise. P.S. Nick clean your room!’” At that both Nick and I burst out laughing.

“Yeah mom, cleaning my room is real peace and quiet,” Nick mocked into the air.

“Oh yeah, she can really hear you,” I replied sarcastically. After Nick was done stuffing his face with his Italian hero he ran to the fridge and took out a plat of half eaten chocolate cake. He was about to stick his face in there but I dropped my veggie burger and grabbed the plate from him before he had a chance. “You know better than that!” I yelled and smacked him on the back of his head. “Let me see.” He lifted his sleeve and I checked the Omni pod. “Okay, just a little piece.” I cut a small piece and handed it to him. “Make it last.” I laughed.

“Fine I will.” he put it on a plate, grabbed a fork and knife and began cutting a small, no a microscopic piece of cake. I laughed and he laughed too.

When he was done eating his piece of cake and I was done eating my veggie burger we placed the dishes in the washer and ran to his room. I lived across the street but I was rarely was in my room anyway. My parents were famous soap opera stars, always on call are at parties so the Jonas’s were literally my second family. Half my stuff was in their house so they had Denise’s and Paul (Kevin) Sr.’s bedroom, Joe and Kevin Jr.’ s bedroom, Nick and Frankie’s room and then the other two bedroom’s. My bedroom and a guest bedroom. In his bedroom he walked into hi walk-in closet and closed the door behind him.

“I feel like swimming,” I announced staring in the mirror noticing how close my clothes looked like the stuff Nick was wearing. Maybe I am too boyish, I thought to myself. Maybe that’s why no girls wanna hang out with me. Maybe that’s why only guys hang out with me. Not cause I’m cut but because I’m too boyish. My daze was interrupted by Nick when I heard him say, “Kay, meet you downstairs.” I walked out of his room and into mine. I got changed into my bathing suit. Strangely enough my bathing suit wasn’t boyish. Oh, who am I kidding! Of course it was. I was wearing swim trunks and a black bathing suit top that looked more like a shirt than a bikini. I felt like I was gonna bury my head in my pillows any minute now when I realized I never felt like this before. What was wrong with me. I was 15 and didn’t even go into puberty yet, ( yeah I know it’s hard to believe I’m not matured but I’m not) and now I feel like a weirdo. Wait what? Oh no?! I ran to the bathroom right across the hall. “*CENSORED*!” I yelled aloud from inside the bathroom. I did it now, he definitely heard. Too bad I was right. In about 25 seconds I heard a knock on the door.

“Sara, are you okay?” I heard Nick asked. I walked out of the bathroom and put my hands behind my back. I closed the door behind me.

“Yeah, never better,” I said looking down. He picked my chin up and looked me in the eyes. Nice right. My best friend is 5 foot 6 and I’m 4 foot 11. Get the picture?

“Sara? What happened?”

Nick was smart. And my best friend. I probably wouldn’t tell anyone but Nick was an exception. He’s asexual, remember? “Well let’s just say,” I began when I realized how much courage those few words took. “I don’t really wanna go swimming anymore.” I looked down and Nick took his hand from under my chin.

“Oh, okay then.” I knew he felt awkward. Why did I tell him?

Nick’s P.O.V

I couldn’t believe it. Sara just told me the most embarrassing thing in a girl’s life. Stay strong I told myself. I could see that she felt like an idiot and I couldn’t let her, even if I felt awkward. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, “ It’s okay. It happens to all girls.” I gave her a comforting smile and than hugged her. “You wanna call your mom.?” I asked still holding her. Okay, now I was the idiot. Her mom was shooting an episode in LA and we were in Wyckoff. “Do you wanna call my mom?” I asked changing the question. She nodded and I let her go. I pulled out the iPhone from my pocket and handed it to her. She went to her room and called my mom, locking the door. I would listen in, but right now all she needed was privacy. And I was gonna give it to her. So instead I went to my room and changed, thinking of ideas of what we can do while we’re alone.

Sara’s P.O.V

I was talking to Denise and she explained everything and how she had pads in the bathroom. She told me how to put it on and that I might have mood swings and cramps. I thanked her and said bye. I saw Nick’s door closed so assumed he was changing so I went to the bathroom to get one of those pads. I put it one and was about to take it off. What the hell, these things are so uncomfortable! Oh great, my first mood swing. I walked out of the bathroom and saw Nick’s door still closed. I walked into my room and then heard a scream of pain coming from Nick’s room. I ran to the room and barged into the room. *CENSORED*, my fifth grade teacher was right; when you ass-u-me, you make an ass out of u and me. I ran to Nick and couldn’t believe that…

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Nick’s P.O.V

I gave Sara the phone and she locked herself in her room. I wanted to listen into the conversation but of all my mom taught me is that it is disrespectful to listen into a girl’s personal troubles. This I considered a personal trouble. So I just left her and went to my room. I was about to sit on my bed and turn on the TV when I tripped over a basketball. I fell and the ball hit the door closing it. I was about to yell for help but realized that Sara had walked into the bathroom. I thought I could get myself up so I began to. I got up and felt a sharp pain in my arm. I looked at my omnipod and noticed my arm bleeding. All of a sudden the pain got worse and I felt like someone was stabbing me. I couldn’t hold it any longer I yelled and fell down. I tried keeping my eyes open but they closed. Everything went black and I yelled louder.

Sara’s P.O.V

I ran into Nick’s room and saw him on the floor his arm bleeding. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in pain. I grabbed his phone out of my pocket and dialed “911”. Once I told them it was Nick Jonas, I heard the guy yelling to everyone to get to his house right away.

Five minutes later

The ambulance arrived and the men picked Nick up. I was hysterical so they let me on the ambulance. We got to the hospital and by now Nick’s arm was bandaged and omnipod ripped off. They doctors on the ambulance gave him a diabetes shot the “original way”. They took Nick into a room and told me I had to stay out of the room for half an hour. I took this time to call Nick’s parents. Apparently, Nick’s parents called me first.

“Hello?” I answered into the phone.

“Hi honey,” Denise answered.

“Hey, Denise. Um, I was just gonna call you.” I gulped as I talked.

“Oh well, I have some bad news,” Denise said with worry in her voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“Joe and Kevin won’t be home for three more hours. Their flight was delayed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“What were you going to tell me?”

“Um, that I have bad news too.”

“Really, what’s wrong, are you kids okay?” I began to cry. “Honey, what’s wrong?!” Denise was yelling now.

I cried more heavily and tried to speak. “Nick’s omnipod… backfired…and,” I sniffed and wiped a tear away, “gave him an overdose,” I began to sob, “and now … he’s in-”I couldn’t handle it anymore. I just couldn’t speak.

“Sara tell me right now where Nick is,” I heard Paul Kevin Sr. say on the other line. I didn’t notice that Denise dropped the phone when I said Nick’s omnipod backfired and was sobbing now. “SARA LEANA KOLGAT, tell me right now where Nicholas is?”

When Paul Sr. said my full name it meant business. I was now sobbing, my face red and m hair a mess. People passed by and stared. I managed to get three words out, “in … a … coma!” I cried.

Oh no! Nick's in a coma! I feel so bad! I'm evil but I love him. Anyway, chapter three will tell about why he got in coma (even though it already kinda says it) but with more detail. Pleaze keep the comments comin'! The next chapter will be up when i get more comments.the more comments the faster i type the less the slower.tel me if its good and if i should coninue.im sad so cheer me up by commenting!

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I sat in front of Nick’s coma room and cried. My hair was a mess, my face was red and puffy and it was hard for me to swallow. I had enough time to put on a gray sweatshirt hoodie and some sweats before the ambulance got there. Now I sat, knees tucked into my chest, hair all over the place. People went by me, little kids staring now and then. I didn’t care, I didn’t even notice. The only kid I noticed was a little kid running in the distance toward me. My vision was blurry and my head hurt. Who knew I would be so emotional over my best friend? I guess I was so emotional was because of two reasons. One, I was just welcomed into womanhood and two, it was my fault! I gave him that stupid piece of chocolate cake. I mean really, I didn’t think the piece of cake was that big. He used to suffer and cry and use a needle the old-fashioned way. When they came out with the omnipod he was so happy. I can’t believe I ruined all that. As the boy ran closer I could see a familiar face. Soon enough, the kid tackled me and hugged me. I knew who it was now.

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Nick’s P.O.V

I sat up confused. Hadn’t I just heard her. ‘Nick, you’re okay,’ I heard people shout and doctors checking clipboards confused. I didn’t care, not now, not ever. She saved me, she forced me to stay, to help her. I got off the bed and the doctor’s pushed me back on.

“I have to see her, I have to!” I yelled and fidgeted in my bed.

“Nick you will see her, just one more shot,” the doctor said about to give me my diabetes shot. I needed it but who cares. I saw my omnipod on the table out of the corner of me eye. I grabbed it, put it on and ran. Sure this was the cause of my pain, but right now not seeing her was worse. I ran through the hallway and spotted her sitting in the lobby in the security video. I ran down the stairs and found her. She was talking to some man, tears strolling down her face. Was I dead? Did they tell her I was dead? I walked up to her and saw her expression. She jumped up and hugged.

“Nick, you’re okay,” she said not letting go.

“I am, but are you,” I asked wiping her tears. Oh no, was I falling for my best friend? I shouldn’t be falling for anyone! Oh, man.

“No,” she said sobbing more now.

“What’s wrong?” I asked the man who was talking to her.

“Her parents, they are getting divorced,” he said looking down. I eyed him. He was an attorney, I could tell.

“Are you kidding me?!” I yelled, still holding her close to my chest.

“I’m sorry.” And with that, he turned around and left. I sat her down and she let go. She wiped her tears and put her hair behind her ears. After the attorney was far enough not to hear us, I broke the silence.

“What did he say?” I asked, my hand on her cheek.

“That they are getting divorced and I can chose who gets my custody since I will be 16 by the time the papers are processed,” she said all in one breath.

“Who are you gonna choose?”

“I don’t know. They said they were soul mates. That nothing would ever come between them. That -” she didn’t finish her sentence. She began crying. I held her close again and knew, that whatever I did, I could never let her know, I heard her say she loves me.

Three days later

No one talked about the divorce. She stayed at my house and hardly anyone would mention anything. The doctors couldn’t believe that I was alive and let me go home after three hours of begging and twelve tests. She was sitting in her room and me and Frankie were wrestling in mine.

“I got you!” Frankie yelled grabbing my neck as he jumped off the bed.

“Oh no you don’t!” I picked him up, upside down and swung him and threw him on the bed. We were both sweating and laughing.

“Another round!”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Pl -”

“Boys, dinner!” We heard my mom yell. “Don’t forget Sara.”

“I’ll get her!” I yelled back down. “Frankie go down, I’ll get Sara.” Frankie ran downstairs and I walked by Sara’s room. I was about to knock when I heard something. She hadn’t been out of her room for three days, literally. My mom even had to bring up food for her, and se used the bathroom when no one was around. For the first time in three days, I think I actually heard music. It wasn’t her, but it was something. I hesitated but then decided to knock anyway. “Knock, knock,” I said knocking on the door.

“One sec,” I heard on the other side. He music was turned off and I heard the closet open. Well it’s official, she was in her pajamas for three days. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe what I saw. There stood a girl, not a tomboy, a girl. Not my best friend Sara, but some girly-girl from school who would be in love with me even though she never met me. I stared at her. She had breasts and was wearing a mini-skirt. Where on Earth did she get any kind of skirt…or rather a chest?! I know what’s in her closet. Not dresses and skirts. Pants and jerseys. She stood there wearing a mini-skirt and a really, really low cut v-line t- shirt.

Sara’s P.O.V

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Nick was just staring at me. I knew my eyes were puffy and red but I didn’t think I looked that bad. Than I realized it. I was wearing girl clothes. Nick never saw me in that. Only when I was five and went to his parents anniversary dinner. “You like?” I asked. He was staring at me still, mouth dropped. I snapped my fingers in front of his face.

“Huh?” he said waking up from his daze.

“You like?” He just stood there. I didn’t know what he was thinking. Usually I did, but my best friend never saw me like this. I felt like a slut, but I didn’t know what was up with me. I just couldn’t get into wearing my normal clothes. I hate puberty. “You think Joe will like it?” Nick always said I should go get what I want. And if Joe likes this, than let Joe have this. Nick just nodded his head slowly and then turned around blushing. We walked downstairs and once we got downstairs, Joe jumped up from the table. Denise knew I was gonna dress like this, but all the boys’ eyes were on me, including Frankie. But most importantly, Joe’s.

"She had breasts and was wearing a mini-skirt. Where on Earth did she get any kind of skirt…or rather a chest?!"

haha..i love that part. it was hilarious =]

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