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oh man, this story is amazing! your writing is so good and yeah... i just love this!

oh, and i know what you mean about writing and it getting longer than you expected. i started to write a fic that i had an idea for and before i knew it i had 10 pages (single spaced- in Word) of a story.

so... POST MORE SOON, PLEASE!

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here's chapter 4! :] sorry it took me so long..internet went down

Chapter 4:
 “Nick? Honey, are you okay?” Mrs. Jonas was hovering over Nick’s bed, taking a seat and kindly stroking his massive head of curls.
 “Nick…”She repeated. He had slept through her wake up calls and didn’t budge when the blinds opened. He was peacefully asleep, head resting on his pillow, completely unaware to everything around him. Mrs. Jonas gently felt his forehead to make sure he wasn’t sick. Being the normally worried mother, she noticed he was hot.
 “Mom? What’s wrong?” Kevin whispered, walking in noticing Nick was still where he left him 2 hours ago when he tried to wake him up.
 “I think Nick’s come down with something. Let me go get a thermometer.”
Nick, still fast asleep, shifted a little on the bed, nestling up to the pillow and pulling the covers in tighter, shivering.
When Mrs. Jonas returned, she noticed that Nick’s eyes were twitching and his fingers starting towards his head.
 “Nick? It’s me.” She hurriedly walked over to his bed, thermometer at the ready, Kevin quickly behind her.
 “Hey, Mo-.” Nick managed to croak out. He winced, his throat burning just trying to talk. He immediately stopped and laid back. He knew he was sick, but he had to do the concerts. What about their next show? He could barely talk, how in the world could he manage to sing?
 “Aww. Sweetie, hold on. Let me see if you have a fever.”
She stuck the thermometer in Nick’s mouth, watching as it slowly rose to 101 degrees.
 “Nick, babe, I think your sick. Why don’t you just stay in bed for awhile? Bus doesn’t leave for a couple more hours. Just rest up, okay?”
Nick sighed and started to shut his eyes. As the voices of Mrs. Jonas and Kevin slowly died down, Nick saw a girl…in his mind of course. He didn’t recognize her at first. But then he felt like he had known her forever. It was a beautiful day in a park he had never been in before. She was walking towards him, singing “You Are the Sunshine of My Life” by Stevie Wonder…one of his favorite songs. As she got closer, he started to walk towards her. He slowly reached out for her hand and watched as she shyly grabbed it, smiling the whole time. He felt his face start to grow into a smile as she continued to sing. The sweetest voice he had ever heard. As the sun was setting, they both sat down on the grass, overlooking a small pond. The most gorgeous sunset he had ever seen. He felt safe, feeling like he could trust her and she would always listen. Being there with her made him feel so at home even if it was only a dream.
 “Mom, he’s smiling.” Kevin whispered.
Sure enough, Nick was beaming. One of his smiles that anyone would be lucky to see, being a rare occasion. As he continued to smile peacefully to himself, Mrs. Jonas sighed, knowing that what Nick had needed best was his alone time. Even as a child he always found time to squeeze in a nap or read a book. Nothing had changed.

After sitting at the park just watching the day go by, I decided to head back home. It as almost dinner time and I knew my mom would start to get worried. All of a sudden I had this really strange feeling inside. My whole heart felt like it was on fire and I couldn’t control my excitement. I was smiling from ear to ear and I could not tell you why. Just something made me so happy and I had no clue what it was. I made it home just in time for dinner. My mom was setting the table and my dad was folding up his newspaper and attempting to get out of his huge comfortable chair. My older sister was closing her books, putting off her homework for only five minutes before she returned to it again.
 “Kell Belle, you’re home!” My dad said, pulling out his chair.
 “Well, I just spent the day at the park. It was very nice.” I replied.
Looking pack on my afternoon I realized I had spent the whole time thinking. I know there is more to think about other than the Jonas Brothers but I couldn’t help it. While I sat there, I tried to put myself in their shoes, live how they are living. I day dreamed of those instances where I could finally meet them. I could finally get to ask them all of the questions clouding my mind at that very moment. I would do anything for that day to come. Since I basically couldn’t make it happen, I just sat back, relaxed and dreamed. I was at home.
 “I bet that was weird.” My sister retorted, being her usual flippant self. We were just sitting down, ready to start dinner when everything halted.
 “Why would that be weird?” I knew this was coming. She was always making fun of what I loved to do. I wanted to spend the day reading, I was instantly labeled a dork. I wanted to listen to my iPod in the car, it was immediately turned off, never given a chance to actually be listened to. Everything I did was something out of whack in her eyes, amounting even more to the reason behind not being understood.
 “You’re always in a daze, never paying attention. How do you survive your classes at school? And what about your homework? You wasted an ENTIRE day at the stupid park instead of getting your work done like a normal human being? You have some serious issues.”
See what I mean? It really hurts…
 “Now, Haley Nicole Lawrence, stop that.” My mom dropped her salad tongs forcefully on the table, glaring at my sister. I thought she deserved it.
 “What? You know it’s true. I’ve heard you guys talking about her, acting worried. How she never talks anymore or why she always seems to be so tired all the time? Oh, Joseph, what if Kelly is slowly disassociating herself with her peers? Do you think she has enough friends? Don’t try to deny it, Mom. I’ve heard it before.”
Everything was silent. How in the world could my sister say something that mean? Especially right to my face. I’ll admit she’s done it before but never anything like this. I felt my eyes begin to prick and I slowly looked over at my mom.
 “Mom, is that true?” I wobbled out. My whole throat tightened up and I no longer could feel anything. I was frozen, staring at my empty plate suddenly not craving her special fried chicken any more.
 “Honey, we were just concerned…”
I couldn’t take it any longer. Trying my hardest to stay composed, I got up from the table and bolted to my room. Taking the steps two at a time, I made it to my bed in seconds flat. I crashed…literally. Collapsing on my bed, I stuffed my face into my pillows and cried my heart out. I was right the whole time. I am glad I wrote that letter. Now more than ever, all I wanted was a true friend. No one seemed to know how I was feeling. Everything I did was something to worry about. Grabbing my iPod, I put on “Dreaming with a Broken Heart” by John Mayer. I thought it would suit the occasion.

hey guys! okay heres chapter 5! please tell me what you think of the story so far. i know its a little slow right now but i promise its going to get seriously awesome :] thanks for all of your wonderful comments and please keep writing more! they helP! thanks again -- clairey

Chapter 5:
 “HE’S WAKING UP!” Frankie screamed, attempting a whisper but failing miserably. Nick blinked once and then twice and saw his whole family staring down at him. He had no clue where he was and all he wanted to do was go back to that park with that girl. Where did she go?
 “Nick? How are you feeling?” Mrs. Jonas murmured. It was three o’clock in the afternoon, meaning Nick had slept almost the entire day.
 “Better.” It was true. His throat didn’t hurt as bad but he still could barely keep his eyes open, his eyelids feeling heavier than ever.
 “I’m thinking you just needed some sleep.” Mr. Jonas added.
 “Yeah. That’s been happening awhile now.” Nick sighed, well-rested but still exhausted. He stretched and got out of bed, still in his jeans and shirt from the night before.
 “Well, are you going to be okay on the bus? We leave soon.” Kevin followed after him as he made his way into the kitchen, looking for his usual Diet Coke.
 “Yeah, it’ll be fine.” Nick answered.
 “Alright we’ll be out in the hall. Your stuff is all ready to go. Just change into comfy clothes for the ride to Cincinnati.” Mrs. Jonas gave him one quick squeeze and kiss on the cheek as Nick still attempted to open his eyes.
 “You doin’ okay, bro?” Joe clamped a hand on his shoulder while Nick rubbed his eyes.
 “Yeah, it’s all good. Just so tired lately.”
 “Well, I hope you feel better. Can’t have you like this forever.” Nick smiled. Joe always made him feel better.
 “We get to close up the tour in Jersey, ya know?!” Joe said excitedly.
 “No way! That’s awesome.” Nick missed being in New Jersey. It had been awhile since had seen his family and not to mention their old house. Even though they didn’t live there any more, he would always consider that place his home.
 “Yeah, and we get to stop by grandma’s house before the concert. Then it’s back to LA.”
 “When will that be?” Nick asked, already dressed and ready to go.
 “A week from today” Joe answered on their way out yet another hotel.
 “I’m excited.” Nick truly was pumped to go back home. However, he also couldn’t stop thinking about that weird dream he had. It had seemed so real and that it could happen any day. The boys eventually made it onto the bus, feet shuffling tiredly. The whole Jonas clan was set and ready to get going.
 Nick headed towards the back of the bus where they liked to hang out and listen to music. It was the infamous place where they shot their videos for the Nick J Show and the “I am sporting a neck pillow” line. Nick sank into the comfy couch and pulled out his acoustic guitar. It had been awhile since he had last played for the fun of it and he felt the chords coming easy to him. He started to play something he had never played before, already feeling it form into a song.
 “What’s song’s that?” Kevin walked in, curious.
 “Don’t know. Just playing.”
Nick continued to play, the music flowing right out of him. He couldn’t stop it, the vibrations of the guitar ringing even in the small room on a moving bus. While playing, Nick thought back to that same girl. Remembered her sweet smile and her voice as they talked. He held her hand. She rested her head on his shoulder. Who was that girl anyway? Why all of a sudden in his mind? Was she even real? As he played, he continued to think of her and the way the music was coming so easily to him. He could not explain why. After sleeping for so long, he had been so out of it and completely unaware of what was happening to him. However, playing the guitar, brought him back down again. He was able to escape and finally just let the music speak.

 “Kelly? Are you in there?” My mom’s voice called through my firmly shut door. Yes, of course I was in there. I had been in there for close to three hours, listening to music, trying to find some way to forget about everything. I cuddled more under my covers. Although I felt so alone and on my own, I still wanted to be by myself. I just needed to cope with it some way. I’d figure it out.
 “Kelly, I’m really sorry. We only want what is best for you.” She said.
I believed her. But, right now all I needed was myself …Okay, that was a lie. I needed a friend. I had stopped crying about an hour before but I still sighed heavily and felt totally beat. I couldn’t move off of my bed, couldn’t take the iPod out of my ears. I tried to reason with myself and understand I overreacted but I knew I was right. I had been dealing with it for so long and needed to let it all go. That letter… I still thought of him constantly. Picturing him holding me and rubbing my shoulders, reassuring me I was gonna be okay. I needed that more than ever.
 Eventually my mom gave up after I didn’t respond and went back downstairs. I stayed there in my room the whole night, only leaving to take a shower and brush my teeth. When I came back, I looked at my room. My bed covers in a huge ball, my iPod lying on my pillow, dead at this point. My homework was sitting neatly on my desk, waiting to be completed. My laptop was on, sitting there staring at me. I decided to get on YouTube thinking some Jonas videos would cheer me up but even then I simply gave a weak smile and sighed. Nothing was working.
 Then, I came across the infamous video of Nick Jonas first telling everyone he has diabetes. I had watched it once and thought “Aw how sweet”. But now, after everything that has happened, I watched it again with a totally perspective. My fingers, hovering over the keyboard, were shaking. My heart racing again, just seeing him talk. Even if I was watching him through a computer screen, I thought he was talking to me. No, I didn’t have diabetes. But, he was so strong. I had never realized that in him before. Sure, I knew he was an awesome role model and that I felt like I could understand him. However, I never actually saw how brave he is. Hearing that story did not make me cry. Instead, I felt a huge burning inside my heart. My breath went up and down and I had trouble sitting still. This Nick Jonas I thought I knew so well after one night would always be there to support me. Yeah, yeah that sounds a little ambiguous but I felt it was true. I could feel his words speaking to me. Not only did he do it through the music but also through that speech. To get up there and to tell that story truly inspired me. I may not have diabetes but after watching that, I did what I had to do. I got up from my computer, suddenly no longer wanting to hole up and cry. I marched down the steps and prepared myself to approach my family. Before I walked in, I saw both my parents cuddled up together on the couch. My dad had his arm draped around my mom, and she had her hand resting on his chest. They looked so together and so united. Like nothing in the world could break them apart, even if they were just watching a movie. Pausing, watching them, I then wished I would find that someday. A strong bond that my parents had, undying love for each other no matter what the circumstances. I slowly walked in and they both looked up, worried.
 “Mom…Dad…I’m sorry.” I said slowly, looking down at my feet.
 “Aw, sweetie. We’re the ones who should be sorry.” My mom got up, pulling me into a huge.
 “I don’t know what to say. I guess it just hurt hearing it.” I replied.
 “Kelly, we would never want to hurt you. And neither does your sister.” My dad calmly said. I gave him a “Yeah,right” look but he was serious. The whole night I was able to make amends. I laughed with my father about the Beatles and my mom and I made a midnight snack complete with Oreo ice cream. My sister waddled in, still acting kind of rude yet she was kind of hesitant. We were still on edge with each other but I could tell she felt bad about making me cry. Can’t hurt the baby sister! :]
 After that night, I realized a lot of things. My family does indeed love me, no matter what I enjoy doing. And any bad situation can be turned around by being strong and brave. After turning off the light, I stared up at my ceiling, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the dark. I saw Nick in my mind and I smiled, knowing he helped me become stronger. No, I had never met him. No, he was miles away at this point. But from some weird coincidence, he helped me when no one else could. He was there with me through it all, even if he knew it or not.