The fame process came in pieces. For some, the steps are long and hard. As for others, it’s easy and quick. Depending on how much money you have, it’ll be either a breeze or a fall out. I sat there in the seat of JFK airport just praying that my parent’s credit card would take me far, or at least far enough.
“Flight 801 now boarding,” The low voice of the announcer said through the loud speakers, “Flight 801 now boarding.”
I rubbed my eyes and took a stretch. Gently I woke up Nicholas. My fingers ran through his mass of curls and I saw him stir in his sleep. I rubbed his back and whispered in his ear, “Wake up Nick.”
His opened his eyes, with his gaze immediately straight on me. I felt him scan me, from the tips of my loose dark brown curls and the ends of my converses. The intensity of his stare gave me a shudder. Chills ran through my spin when our eyes met. I looked away; my aqua blue eyes couldn’t at all handle Nick’s gaze.
I swallowed all that I wanted to say to him and stood up. I felt his hand rub my back, reassuringly.
“You ready?” He asked as we walked towards the ling to board the plane.
“I hope so,” I truthfully answered, “But I’m willing.”
“Willing for what?” He asked.
I formed a smile and casually shrugged my shoulders. Quickly I tried so bad to predict the future, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I put it aside, as long as in the end I’m still the same Madeline, I didn’t mind the unplanned trip.
“I’m willing to be with you.”
He reached for my hand and laced our fingers together. His soft gentle touch warmed my entire body. My nerves began to calm and I began to feel as if I belong. And in a way, I do belong; here with Nicholas Jerry Jonas.
*
The swift turns and dips the plane took frightened me. It was proof that we are, in fact, far from home. I leaned my head against the window and sighed. Never in my dreams had I thought this was possible. The only thing I left my parents was a letter that claimed I was taking a “vacation.”
Nick’s parents wouldn’t mind much of his leave. As long as Nick is happy and safe, that’s the only thing they wanted for their son. They knew that at these years, they didn’t have the physical power to truly make him happy.
“Believe me,” Nick’s hand rubbed my thigh, “We’ll be alright, I’ll make sure of it.”
Nick trailed his fingers on my thigh. My jeans felt like burning under his touch and watched my suck in the air around me. There was something in the air that brought fire in our veins. Never have I seen this side of Nick.
His hand gave a squeeze against my inner thighs. I leaned towards him; I wanted to taste his lips. I’ve always wanted him, so badly. But keeping him as a friend was more important to me than any soon to be relationship.
His lips caught me, and his tongue separated my lips. I pushed the thoughts aside. When the chance to be with him is given, I can’t at all refuse. I held onto his hand and followed him to the bathroom. This was a whole new scandal for Hollywood and a whole new pair of skeletons in our closets.
