Hey guys, sorry it took a little long, but here is Chapter 2. Its again a little uneventful, but Chapter 3 and 4 will have more in it. I just get so caught up with the plot that I forget to explain things and then I go back and relize, it doesn't make sense whatsoever. Then I have to add more detail so you guys can understand it. This chapter is a bit long, but establishes alot of ground...I think
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Chapter 2
Kati’s POV
Profile: [the following information is classified]
CODE RED: Status Undetected [subject could be a dangerous distraction or an undetected backup]
Subject: Nicholas Jonas
Eye Color: a dark entrancing brown
Hair Type: dark brown – perfectly curly
Personality: calm, cool, collected, crazy, exciting, funny, sensitive [ERROR: other characteristics are of too high quantity to list WARNING - subject is classified in the “Too Perfect to Trust” category]
Specialty: singing, guitar, song writing, acting, piano, drums, [ERROR: other specialties are of too high quantity to list]
Goal: Unknown
ADDITIONAL SUBJECTS DETECTED: Joe Jonas, Kevin Jonas – please observe profile before any interaction occurs
Okay, so I’m a fan of the Jonas Brothers, but I never really categorized myself as a waiting for tickets since 2:00 am in the morning, keeper of a Jonas wall, collector of all things Jonas, die hard, obsessive kind of fan. I simply would say that they were one of my favorite bands, listen to their music time to time, put up a few posters and leave it. I never had to worry about what I would say if I met them because I knew I never would even if I made it big in Hollywood, but here I was with my jaw dropped, my limbs froze, and nothing to say as I stared at the confused look on each of the Jonas Brothers’ faces.
“Who is at the door, Kiwi? Is it Patrick because he normally doesn’t take this long to get through the door way, I mean what is it, 2 steps to get into the house? I swear, he gets lazier and lazier every…day…” Gabby froze in the mist of walking out of the kitchen catching the image of the Jonas Brothers standing on my door step. I didn’t move anything. I fixed my eyes on Nick’s brown eyes and stopped all thinking for what seemed like eternity. Gabby was as much as a Jonas Brother’s fan as I was, but surprisingly she was the one that could talk in their presence.
“Whoa, sweet! Is this a mirage? I swear, Kiwi, you get more and more like a genius everyday,” Gabby walked over to the Jonas Brothers on the door step and surveyed them, “I mean, I knew you were smart, but I didn’t know you were a wax figure artist. These are amazing!” I would have said something to Gabby, but I was too stunned. I felt paralyzed, and apparently it was contagious because oddly, the Jonas Brothers didn’t move a muscle either even when Gabby observed like an art exhibit. Suddenly, Kevin raised his eyebrow and looked at Joe then back at Nick. Joe moved his glance toward Kevin, slightly shifting his weight. Nick’s eyes were fixed on mine and didn’t move, which was sort of creepy.
“Whoa! They even move! Nice work, Kati. These are magnificent…these are really g…..” Gabby was cut off by the sound of Kevin’s voice triggering Gabby’s piercing scream to fill the house. Kevin laughed lightly and continued.
“Hi, I’m Kevin, and this is Nick and Joe,” Kevin said as if we didn’t know. The sound of his voice and the pierce of Gabby’s scream shook me awake and I turned my gaze toward Kevin.
“We wanted to ask you if you had a spare tire or something, cause Kevin here popped one of ours after getting lost if this wonderful neighborhood that apparently looked like the mountains to Kev,” Joe explained laughing slightly.
“Oh, uh…maybe…, here, come in and sit down real quick,” I offered as the boys followed in and I closed the door. I noticed my parents’ car pulling into the drive way. I thanked God for that because, honestly, I had no idea what to do. I walked swiftly out to the garage to catch my dad before he blew up for having strangers in the house. I hastily opened the garage door and flashed a cheesy smile at my parents as they walked in.
“Back so soon?” I asked quickly trying to stop them from walking into the house too quick.
“Yeah, the restaurant had too long of a wait, so we decided to go tomorrow early when it is less busy. Is Gabby here?” my Mother questioned slowly walking toward the entrance to the house.
“Uh, yeah…Look, I have a question…” I said leaping in front of her. I didn’t want my parents to get into the house before I could explain.
“Yes…” my dad replied looking at me suspiciously.
“Do you have a spare tire, because some people dropped by asking for one just now and I wanted to see if you knew if any you had one before I let them go and..”
“Who are they? Are they in the house?” My dad said raising his eyebrow and tapping his foot impatiently.
“Yes…but they are kinda…the…the…well…they are the…”
“The…” my dad encouraged me to move along. He was obviously getting tired with my game.
“The Jonas Brothers…” I tucked my head waiting for the explosion. My dad was a pretty calm person, but when it came to random rock stars in the house…I was a little afraid of his reaction. I’m sure my dad though I was crazy at that point. I didn’t even know if he knew who I was talking about, but as I predicted my father stomped into the house and headed straight toward the dinning room where the brothers were sitting.
“Hello, Sir” Nick said standing up as my father walked in the room noticing his fire engine colored face, “Sorry about invading your house like this, but we popped a tire and we kind of don’t have another one.” I was surprised to see my father’s angry glare disappear.
“I’m Kevin, that’s Nick, and this is Joe,” Kevin continued, pointing to each of the brothers as he said their name, “These ladies were nice enough to let us come in. Again, we are really sorry, we just need a tire.”
“Oh, well, call your parents first then I’ll see what kind of tire you need,” my dad replied motioning them toward the phone. Why none of them had thought of that before, I had not clue, but I didn’t care because I still was trying to get my mind around the fact that these were the Jonas Brothers, the hottest band in the country and they were in MY house, and my Dad wasn’t grabbing his gun and shooting them to the moon.
As Kevin headed out side with his iphone, I giggled as I noticed that Gabby hadn’t said a word. Her glassy green eyes stared at the Jonas Brothers shifting ever so often from Joe to Nick.
“So, what kind of names do you posses, oh great keepers of the tires?” Joe asked as I shook out of my thoughts.
“I’m Kati, that’s Gabby…” I was cut off by the swinging open of the door and the pound of the door knob against the wall. Patrick’s aqua eyes were shot wide open as he swung his guitar up against the couch and ran through the door.
“DUDE, do you know you have THE Kevin Jonas on your door step?”
“And that is Patrick.”
