My friend is making me mad and this is a story I am writing to make her realize something. So, don't worry we are fine, but she needs to come to her sense and since she loves to read, I thought this would be perfect. I thought you all might enjoy it as well..
Prologue
Friends. Does anyone really know the true definition? It could mean different things to different people. The dictionary has it pegged as three simple things.
- a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter
3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile
My friends fit the bill. We are you're run-of-the-mill, guy-crazy, random teenage girls. Although, Lexy is a bit more guy-crazed than Sarah and I. Anyway, the point is, we are normal. And, maybe that's the problem. You see, like every other teenager girl in this country, most of our daily discussions involve music -more specific, a band. You may know them, you may not. The band is made up of three boys. (One for each of us) and they are all you could dream of. Who is the band, you ask? Three brothers; all with the last name of Jonas. Now do you get it? Good.
Now, back to this problem of ours. We are normal. They are not. Catch my drift? Sarah, the sensible one of the three of us, is basically in love with Nicholas. It just so happens that he is the sensible one out of his brothers. Lexy, the shopaholic, talkative one is determined to marry Kevin. And me, well, I'm the clutz that gets Joseph.
In our quest for the becoming "Mrs. Jonas", we've hit more than a few snags. We live in a minute Pennsylvanian town, miles away from any real excitement. We've come to the realization that none of us will ever be the next Miley Cyrus, so we can forget that whole "famous friend" tactic. And, for Lexy and I, there's a bit of an age difference. With all these set backs, you'd think we'd give up and just settle for their music and a few posters. But, you'd be wrong. We are OJD victims as until there is a medication for this fictional disease -emphasis on the word fictional - we are just going to go on with our happy imaginations and dream about these boys.
Well, at least that's what I thought!
So, tell me what you think. :D
