Hey Everyone! This is Chapter 1 part 2, I hope you enjoy it! I know it is a bit slow right now, but after this chapter, things should get interesting...I had to explain things first. Keep an eye out for Chapter 2, I should be able to get it up tomorrow. Please comment and tell me what u think! Even if you say :
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Now...i'll stop rambling and present to you the rest of chapter 1
Chapter 1 [part 2]
Nick’s POV
“Where are we," I questioned as I lifted my head off of my hand to peer out the window of the rental car.
“We are in the beautiful mountains, Nicholas, can’t you tell by all the houses?” Joe joked from the front seat as he gave Kevin an evil stare.
“Okay, so I got a little lost, but I’ll be out of here in no time. Forgive me, I’m only human,” Kevin explained as he kept his eyes fixed on the road.
“You’re forgiven,” I replied knowing that Kevin really didn’t deserve to be lectured, “But how did you end up in a neighborhood.”
“Well, you see, Joe said that, well…” BANG PShHHhhhhhhh, “What was that?” Kevin yelled frantically looking through his window toward the tires. I lifted my eyebrows, unbuckled my seat belt, and jumped in between the two front seats.
“Congratulations, Kev, you just popped a tire!” Joe said in a talk show voice and quickly opened his car door as I wiggled my way to the front seats and out the door.
“Man,” Kevin said running his fingers through his curly mess of hair, “What do we do now? Mom and Dad are at an amusement park with Frankie, the band is out to eat…”
“What about you wo-man,” Joe laughed popping his hip out like a girl, “She is supposed to be like superman…except a girl, isn’t she.”
“She is probably out with the band, and I don’t see you with a girlfriend that can save us,” Kevin replied raising his eyebrow waiting for Joe’s answer.
“Hey, I am single and proud.” Joe said striking a pose. I rolled my eyes and sighed sharply, “Plus, Nick doesn’t have a girlfriend either, I mean he would call Miley…I mean…” Joe stopped noticing what he was saying. I didn’t blame him, he really didn’t think before he talked. I lowered my eyes to my feet quickly trying to erase the subject from my head.
“Joe, stop,” Kevin said softly noticing my watering eyes.
The whole Miley thing really hurt me, and, well, I really didn’t like to talk about it. Quickly whipping my head up, I acted like I didn’t hear a thing and stared at the houses.
“Well I guess we can ask somebody if they have a spare, I mean, we are in a neighborhood,” I suggested surveying the houses around us.
“That one,” Joe said spontaneously as he pointed toward a simple looking house with red bricks and a white garage door.
“Okay,” I said leading the way toward the door. I stepped up onto the porch and swiftly rang the door bell.
“Remember, we don’t know who this could be so be prepared for any…” I was cut off with by the door swinging open.
Whoa
Kati’s POV
I sighed sharply as Gabby and I collapsed on the blue pillows of the couch in the upstairs playroom. Finally, the house was clean, and I was actually proud. I hated chores - who didn’t? – But now I was done and the weekend was officially starting!
“YAY! You’re done. So, can Patrick come over now?” Gabby asked giggling shyly as she swiftly texted on her blackberry. Gabby, Patrick and I always hung out as a trio, and even though the house was empty except for me and Gabby, I knew my parents would be okay with Patrick coming over. They trusted him like a son, which was a little odd since he wasn’t even my boyfriend.
“Sure,” I said taking an enormous breath as I rested my head on the back of the couch, “let me get this vacuum down stairs first.” I jerked my body off the couch as Gabby texted Patrick. I lifted the vacuum cleaner and started the trek down the stairs, Gabby skipping after me.
I carried the vacuum cleaning into the kitchen and set it down gently as I opened the refrigerator. Suddenly a chime came springing from our doorbell just as I pulled a pitcher of Iced tea down for Gabby to take.
“I’ll get it,” I sang excitedly as I pushed the silver refrigerator door closed.
“Okay” Gabby sang back giggling. It was official, Friday had now begun, and the craziness of being Gabby’s best friend was about to begin
“Wow, he must be pretty speedy today” I commented heading for the doorway.
Leaping over the vacuum cleaner, I skipped to the door. Figuring it was Patrick, I swiftly turned the knob and swung the door wide open. I froze in place the minute the fresh Friday afternoon sunlight lightened my face and burst into the dining room.
That’s not Patrick
I must have looked like an idiot because my lower jaw immediately dropped when the opening of the door revealed 3 guys standing on the red bricks of my porch.
