Chapter 2

Every time I take on a new job I have a series of preparation steps before I get to work, and when I mean “get to work” I mean get to work with my client. You know, the whole one on one pep talk, chit chat, this and that? Well my friend, step one is research. I will look in every nook and cranny, so I know with what exactly I’m dealing with. That would make me feel completely violated, but it’s my deal, it’s one of the few peeves that come along with the many perks.  Okay enough rambling, time for a little action.

Kicking back on my charcoal colored couch, my Mac laptop resting on my lap I looked up recent news on Joseph Adam Jonas. No luck. The best lead I had so far, a potential reason to Joe’s “wave of depression” was that he was beat by Ryan Sheckler in Popstar!’’s Hot or Not. I don’t think so. With little faith I scrolled down the Google page, a hopeful grin spread across my face when I read a header: “Joe Jonas says: “Love is overrated”?”

Click.

Skimming through the article said enough, this boy had love issues. From what I heard from Nick I already had the suspicions, though his younger sibling was led on to believe that finding a love would be the cure to the problematic situation Joe had put himself into. But finding a love was very contradicting in this sitch. His endless search for “the one” has been causing this Jonas a throbbing pain, but finding “the one” might also take all those troubles and pains away.

Step two; the approach. When you start working with a new client, they have to be comfortable to confide in you. Seeing as this Jonas didn’t even know that his brothers had hired a Cupid for him would be all the more difficult. But believe me; I have a plan up my sleeve.

Switching off the laptop, I stuffed it into my bag while reaching over for my coat that was draped over the side of the couch. Swiftly letting the suede fabric cover my bare arms I felt the cold air being blocked out, filling up with a warm feeling.

Snatching the keys from the kitchen counter I left my loft, slamming the door shut. While stumbling down the stairs I pulled up my shades, and flipped out my cell phone. Swiftly punching in the digits of Nick Jonas’ cell I brought the cell to my ear, hearing the tone that it was trying to connect with his cell phone.

“Hello?” A lightly panting voice answered, breaking the monotonous tone that had been ringing in my ear.

“Hi, it’s Cupid.” I replied looking left, right and left again before I crossed the busy streets of NYC. “Where are you now?” I asked, not granting him the chance to say more.

“Cupid, oh hey. We’re just with the family having coffee at Starbucks.” Nick’s voice replied casually, I rolled my eyes. Did he have any idea how many Starbucks’ were in Manhattan?

“Which one?!” I asked lightly laughing, I had joined the mob of people that walked on the sidewalk, off to their work, home or off to shop till they dropped.

“Just a sec.” His voice mumbled, I heard footsteps on the other end, a door opening and wave of chitter and chatter on the background. “1642 3d Avenue, block 91 & 92.” He conveyed, the chatter on the background fading as I heard his footsteps again.

“See you soon.”

Flip, close the cell and get a move on. I still had a few blocks to go, as I slid the cell back in my pocket. I looked down on what I had thrown on this morning. Grey denim skinny jeans, a black and white striped tunic with a grey coat, today I was classy. Tomorrow, oh man I didn’t even know, I usually just threw something random on. Busy schedules, do they ever end?

A big round green sign pointed out Starbucks was right around the corner, finally. I took out my cell phone again and dialed Nick’s number.

“What’sup Coop?” He chimed cheerfully, I heard laughter on the background, though I knew it wasn’t directed to what Nick just piped up.

”Ello there, if you look to your left you’ll see a girl about 5”6, dark brown hair, grey coat and a pair of shades. And do not greet her, because she has work to do. Ciao.” I hung up, seeing Nick confusedly look at me as I took a seat in one of the booths.

Getting out my laptop, I subtly peered over the screen out to the family the curly headed bloke sat by. I counted 6 heads. Two elderly looking people, in their 40’s probably, both dark haired. I was guessing their parents. A small little boy, with messy dark brown hair, stacking sugar cubes on top of each other. Next to him sat Nick, I already knew him. And then there were two other boys left. Well, more like guys. One with a totally afro look, and side burns, I was guessing he was Kevin, the eldest of the boy band they were in. They had been pretty much been the teen rage ever since 2005-2006. For a brief moment my eyes were drawn away to the calendar: “14^th September, 2010.” I sighed, turning my focus back to the family leaving one left to identify, though I knew who it was. My future client.

Why hello Joseph Adam Jonas.

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ı Malou ı wrote “What’sup Coop?” hahaha XD This is amazing Loes! PMS!

Awhh mate you flatter me :] I just had to say to everyone I'm listening to: "When I'm Gone" by Simple Plan, and I'm lovin' it. Like McDonalds. No actually I'm not into fast food. Mhm.

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If misery loves company, well so long you'll miss me when I'm gone.

wow. i seriously love this! you better post more soon:D

Chapter 3

Be subtle, stay focused. That’s what I kept telling myself as I sat in the booth, pretending to be typing something very important, though all I really had typed were some random words, dork? No! This was my deal, and as far as I knew, I hadn’t been that obvious staring, well more like observing.

”Miss?” A faint voice echoed in my ear, my head jerked upwards meeting the friendly face of a waitress setting a frappuchino on my table with a coaster under the cooled beverage. I confusedly started at the drink. “Uh, excuse me? I didn’t order this.” I confessed pointing at the beverage with a green straw sticking out of the cap. “Oh, it’s from the sir at that table.” The waitress said with a smile, pointing over at the Jonas table.

I was surprised seeing the heartbroken and lost Jonas was the one who had his eyes focused on me waving with a quite charming grin etched on his face. I gave him a nod with an impressed grin, for someone who was in need of a Cupid he seemed quite confident. I eyed Nick who just raised his shoulders, clueless.

Pretending to return to my work I felt two holes being burnt in my face, carefully peering over the screen of my laptop I met the eyes of Joseph Adam again, he shyly flashed me a grin. I chuckled turning my eyes back to the screen; he just made the approach ten times harder for me. Besides, getting caught up in a client was the number one forbidden rule in my work. It’s something I promised myself, to not risk putting my career in jeopardy.

Back to the matter at hand, I actually really didn’t see depth in the things Nick had accused Joe of. He seemed like a generally happy person, a coy flirt if I may add. I picked up my cell phone, dialing Nick’s number again.

”Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she wonderful. Isn’t she precious, less than one minute ol-.” I heard his cell phone’s ringtone. Stevie Wonder, not bad.

“Coop?” His voice sounded quite surprised as he shot me a confused stare. I chuckled coyly.

“How is your brother ‘depressed’ exactly?” I asked in a hush tone, knowing Joe was keeping an eye on me.

Nick got up from the table, covering the speaking part of the cell with his hand as he politely excused himself, walking outside of Starbucks peering inside.

“He is. Just – just trust me on that okay?” Nick said stubbornly, he wash hiding something. I knew it, I could hear it in the quiver of his tone, but what?

“You’re gonna have to give me more than that.” I persisted with a sigh, stirring the straw around in the frappuchino Joe had ordered for me. Stubborn? Hell yes.

“I can’t. You’re going to have to ask him yourself. He’s your future client.” Nick pointed out, ha as if I didn’t know that. I’m not dense!

“Alright, well I think he’d be more comfortable if I confronted him in private what you’ve set up for him. Make sure he meets me outside Starbucks.” I said getting, I hung up closing my Mac book, stuffing it back in my bag, leaving a tip on the table I pulled up my shades passing by Nick as I strutted out Starbucks.

Standing outside I waited, occasionally shooting a glance inside Nick had asked Joe to go outside. There he came, my future client.

”Hey mate, hold up.” I said as Joe was about to pop around the corner. He confusedly stopped and turned around pointing at himself. “Are you talking to me?” He asked surprised. “Well duh.” I said with a chuckle extending my hand towards him. “I’m April Ryan.” I said shaking his hand. “Joe Jonas.” He countered with a charming grin. “Your brother, Nick – he called me the other day..” I started, hoping he’d catch on, if in his mind there was anything to catch onto. “Nick?”

“Well, yeah. But he calls me Cupid.” I stated, trying to clear things up. “Wait, you’re that Hollywood matchmaker.. aren’t you? What does that have to do with me?” He asked, a bit freaked out I presume. “I’m here to help you Joe.” I said in a calm tone. “Help me?! I don’t need help!” Joe said stubbornly as he turned around walking away.

I leaped forward grasping his hand. “I thought you wanted to start a family, how are you going to have that if you don’t find your girl first?” I questioned, knowing I just hit the soft spot. Remembering Nick had mentioned Joe’s deep craving to start a family of his own. “Is that still even possible? My heart has endured too much for any more heartache.” Joe’s voice quivered, sorrow notable in his voice.  

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Oh but nothing hurts like love.

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Ocean&Atlantic. wrote LOES, MY FRIEND; Let me be the one to tell you now, that you are by far one of the greatest writers to ever grace the "Forums" of JBF. You story's originality is so refreshing and bold. It's not typical at all, and I really admire that! I gotta get going, but just keep up the AMAZING work! I'll probably talk to you sometime soon. xoxo; O&A.

Awh, shucks mate :] You flatter me, and it means a lot coming from you my writing bud ;] I'll try to pop out a chapter later tonight, my feet are dead from dancing all night. Haha :] Alright, cheers everyone!

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Loes.