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Chapter Four
THREE MONTHS LATER-
Life was hard after Spencer was gone. At first, Malou’s dad was home a lot; she thought things would change, but they didn’t. She was basically left as the mother of Liza and it killed her every time Liza asked when Spencer was coming home. But Malou realized life had to go on. She never called Nick Jonas because she didn’t want to talk to some famous person in a Disney boy band who didn’t know anything about her.
“Malou!” Jaime ran over to Malou’s register where she stood opening and closing the cash register; it was a slow day.
“Hey James, what are you so excited about?”
“Look what dad scored for me!” Jaime pulled out two VIP tickets to the Jonas Brothers concert.
“Since when did you like the Jonas Brothers?”
“I don’t, but look whose the opening act!” Jaime pointed to the tickets and stuck them in Malou’s face.
“Rooney! So who you gonna ask to go with you?” Malou nudged Jaime, “Maybe Joshua? I see the way he stares at you and drools every time you walk by…”
“You’re funny. But seriously, I was gonna ask you. I figured VIP, we get to meet them, so we’re gonna meet the Jonas Brothers…and Nick gave you his number...”
“I highly doubt he even remembers me…and he probably gave his number to me because of what happened to Spenc, out of sympathy. Plus, I’m not interested.”
“Well for once I’m not gonna take no for an answer. I don’t care if you don’t like the band, you need a night out. When was the last time you went out after Spencer’s accident?”
“I went out a couple times…” Malou looked up a the ceiling as if she was trying to remember the last time she did go out with a group of people, “OH! I went out with Lexa…you know the girl in my math class?”
“Malou, you brought her home from school, that doesn’t count.”
“Whatever Jaime, I’m not going. I probably hafta watch Liza anyway.”
“Nope. I already talked to your papa, so it’s next week, and I will drive you! See you then!” Jaime started walking away, “Oh and you should probably wear like ear plugs or something, because apparently at these concerts all you hear is like girls screaming,” Jaime imitated the fans, pulling on her hair and screaming, “OH MY GOD! NICK JONAS YOU ARE LIKE SOOO HOT! MARRY ME?”
“You’re a mess Jaime.”
“You love it.” Jaime flashed her widest smile, threw her worker’s polo on the cash register and walked out.
