I'm not going to take much of your time from reading this prologue, I just wanted to give a little introduction. Me, Ren, and Melissa have decided to write a joint story after various AIM conversations and one joint one-shot. We hope you enjoy this!
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Prologue
The large house sat atop a small hill in the countryside, far out of the city’s way and secluded by trees. Built in the early days of Tarnwood, it still stood as proud as it had on its completion. It was called the Gilbertson house, after the family that had paid for its construction. Though it had been empty for years, a new family was about to call it home.
The brand-new green minivan pulled to a stop in front of the house, three boys piling out immediately with a fourth one jumping out as soon as one of the others moved out of the way. The parents got out a little slower than their children, but all six admired the large, stately house before them.
“This is incredible!” the mother said, everyone agreeing with her with nods and quick statements of satisfaction. The entire family stood, not quite sure what to do until the dad found the key he was looking for.
“Okay boys, go pick your rooms.” He said, causing one of the middle boys to bounce on his heels in anticipation. “And no beating your brothers up just to get the one you like.” The one on his heels visibly deflated, and he just nodded, rolling his eyes slightly.
As one the family walked towards the house, all intent on seeing the inside. Being a busy family they’d only seen photographs of the house taken by the realtor. They need privacy and seclusion, and they were guaranteed that Tarnwood and the Gilbertson house would provide that.
The door opened with a tiny squeak, and what was supposed to be a peaceful search for the perfect bedroom turned into a race up the staircase for bragging rights about having the best room. The curly haired, brown eyed boy who was clearly the other middle child didn’t bother with the race, satisfied just to have a room of his own. When he saw another small staircase off towards the end of the second floor, he walked towards it curiously. Deciding to venture into the room it led to, he walked up the small flight of stairs and opened the door.
It wasn’t another story, but the attic. Not quite as big as the entire house, it was roomy and large, but also the perfect size for him. It was the room he knew his brothers would be jealous of, and he smiled in satisfaction that he’d found it.
Hearing someone walk up the stairs, he prepared himself to defend his room against his brothers’ greedy hands. “Nick? Are you up there?” his mother’s voice asked, and he lowered his hands and replied that he was, in fact, in the attic.
“Is this going to be your room?” she asked once she’d made it inside and glanced around in approval. At his nod she smiled and said, “your brothers are going to be jealous.”
Nick Jonas could only smile in agreement at his mother’s words. He knew it was true, but he wasn’t going to give up his perfect room for anything.
