This is for Marni... a celebratory one-shot for her 2000th post, because she is amazing.
Love ya girlie! This is for you!
<3
p.s. sorry about the length... i got carried away...
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She assumed her spot in line, at the very back. Clutching her tour book to her chest tightly, she began to open and close the cover on her cell phone, a nervous habit she had developed. Rehearsing what she planned to say in her mind, the line inched ever-so-slowly towards the three guys who meant everything to her.
The concert had left her in a trance; her hearing was damaged from the ear-piercing screams that filled the venue. Although she wasn’t one to talk, her voice was strained from screaming excessively, possibly louder than anyone else around her. The guitar-riffs and swoon-worthy voices were still embedded in her brain. The way the youngest would perfectly balance his singing with jamming on his guitar. How the middle one would pour the water bottle over his head and cause her to almost collapse from hysterics. And the way the oldest would rock out on his guitar and fall to his knees out of passion he held for the music.
She was one of the lucky ones. The kind that girls would kill to be at this very moment. She gripped the meet & greet pass in her hand so she could look at it. At second glance, she knew it was real.
She self-consciously looked down at her outfit. Her t-shirt that she had custom-made for her and her two friends, not with her at the time, was adorning her perfectly built frame. She knew that the jeans and flip-flops were a perfect choice. Complimenting her straight brown hair was a pair of sungl*CENSORED* sitting atop her head, similar to the ones that her favorite brother often wore. The white-rimmed gl*CENSORED* provided a perfect contrast against her dark hair.
Going over her speech for the millionth time, her phone vibrated in her pocket, causing her to panic. She quickly read over the message and typed back a reply to the best of her ability, considering the circumstances. Shaking nervously, she put the phone back into her back pocket and noticed that she was now just minutes away from being graced by their presence, just feet between them.
As she inched closer she began to forget even the most important details, like her name. Her smile grew large as she reached the table and the three familiar faces that were now in front of her. She placed her tour book in front of the youngest brother, her second favorite, as he looked up at her and they locked eyes. He graciously signed the cover and passed it along to his older brother standing to his left before extending his hand to her, “Hi, I’m Nick. What’s your name?”
Her breathing grew heavy as she battled her nerves and quickly searched through her brain for the answer to his question. “Uh… I’m Marni” she managed to reply. You see, he was the reason for her pedophilia. Had he been 2 years older, she would have been immediately attracted towards him and not his older brother. But she was still head-over-heels for him.
She stopped in front of the middle brother, unable to break her stare on him as he signed her book and passed it to his left for the final signature. He looked up and his eyes met her gaze. She found it hard to breathe, as he was even more gorgeous in person. Her favorite of the three, was now beckoning for a hug, arms outstretched. “Hug? Please?” Without hesitation she reached over the table separating them and quickly hugged her favorite rockstar. His scent surrounded her as she smiled sweetly, “Thanks Joe.” He laughed, “No prob. Bob!” His humor was evident even when he was exhausted.
Reluctantly she then moved to her last and final brother who was placing the cap on his Sharpie. “How about another hug?” Kevin asked her. She bit her lip before nodding her head excitedly and falling into his warm embrace. As she pulled away, Nick stood behind her, arms opened, “You forgot me.” She happily obliged and she melted in his arms. The privileges of being last in line.
Nick noticed her camera hanging from her arm, “Would you like a picture with us?” She hesitantly spoke, “Are you sure? Would it be ok?” Kevin walked over and took her camera, “Absolutely, all we have to do is find someone to take it.” Joe immediately screamed, “Dad! We need you to take a picture for us!” Mr. Jonas graciously walked over and took the camera from his oldest son. The brothers lined up before her, positioned as they were onstage, youngest on the left to oldest on the right. They casually left a space for her between Nick and Joe and her stomach flipped at the thought of standing between her two favorites. She could feel her cheeks turning a million shades of violent red, and secretly prayed that neither of the two guys felt the extreme heat radiating off her. After a few pictures were taken, Mr. Jonas handed her the camera and resumed his conversation with his wife.
Joe laughed, “Awesome shirt. But I don’t get it.” She looked down and pulled at the bottom of her custom-made shirt, “Danger Chain Girls is something I came up with along with my friend. We couldn’t decide between you and Nick, so instead we came up with a nickname.” Kevin looked disappointed, “What about me?!” She tried to find the words to express how she truly felt about him, “It’s not that I don’t like you Kevin, I actually think you’re amazing. It’s just that I’m not romantically attracted towards you like I am with your brothers.” He nodded, “I understand completely, it’s cool.”
As the outspoken one, Joe casually spoke up while wiggling his eyebrows at her, “So, would you date me, if given the chance?” Completely dumbfounded that Joe Jonas just asked her a question like this, she spoke before thinking, “My head would say yes, but my heart would tell me no.” Joe was surprised by her remark and then inquired, “What? Why?” She sighed deeply before continuing, “Because… because I’d cheat on you with Nick.” By this point Kevin was hysterical with laugher, leaving Joe glaring at Nick, who was trying to hide the obvious fact that he was blushing.
Mr. Jonas came over once again, saving her from the misery she had just placed upon herself, “I’m sorry boys, but we have to go. The bus is waiting.” Kevin nodded to his father, “Ok dad, just give us a few minutes and we’ll be out.” Mr. Jonas spoke to his sons as he left the room, “Don’t be too long.”
Marni looked at the three of them, “I guess this is goodbye then.” Joe stepped forward comforting her in a warm embrace, “Aww, it’s never goodbye. It’s more of a see ya later!” She laughed lightly and pulled away. Kevin was already waiting, “We’ll always be with you in your heart” as he took her in his arms for the final time.
Nick slowly shuffled over to her, hands in his pockets, staring at the floor. He looked up slowly, glancing at her through his curls. His eyes glistened as he smiled slightly before comforting her in a hug of his own, “Saved the best for last, right?” She just laughed at his remark. Their hug lingered longer than those that his brothers offered. When they broke away, he slid his arm down to her hand, holding it before finally letting go. As she finally regained feeling within her body, Marni realized that he had left a piece of paper within her grasp. She smiled as he winked at her.
Finally leaving, she grabbed her tour book, which was now adorned with the signatures of all three Jonas Brothers, planning to display it proudly over her bed. She waved goodbye and turned to walk towards the exit of the venue. She fished for the keys in her pocket as she walked towards her car, finally remembering that Nick had slipped her a note. Marni secured herself in as she started the engine, placing the contents of her arms on the empty passenger seat beside her, but still clutching the note. It could be a gum wrapper for all she cared, but the fact that Nick gave her something meant everything to her.
He eyes lowered to reveal the writing that adorned the piece of paper. Her heart raced as she tried to process what was before her. Nick had taken interest to her in those 10 minutes they spent together, giving her his phone number as well as his screen-name and his email address.
She drove home, smiling and even crying once or twice, remembering the events that had occurred less than an hour ago. She made it up to her room and turned on her computer. She logged on to the instant messaging service and typed his name into her buddy list. A door opened and she glanced down. There he was, online and ready to chat. Had he been waiting for her?
She opened the dialogue box, typed in a message and hit send. He began to type her a message back, much to her surprise. She went to the concert in hopes of having the night of her life; but little did she know she’d leave with something more than anyone could have ever imagined. There she sat in her room, spinning in her computer chair in-between responses, talking with Nick Jonas.
Quite contrary to popular belief, honesty is the best policy. Because had she never spilled her guts to Joe, none of this would have ever happened.
As she climbed into bed and turned out the light, she thought about the day she had. And to think, it all started with the phrase “Danger Chain Girls”….. But now things had changed, and even though Joe still had a special place in her heart, it was Nick who had truly won her over.
The next day, she set off for the store. She returned home with supplies for making a t-shirt. When she was done, she held up her creation and smiled brightly at the words now adorning the shirt: “Nick Chick”. And this was only the beginning.
