Their Very Own Movie
Play.
She scanned the crowd trying to find a familiar face, she knew four, the oldest with his curls cut short and his classic face, the next with shaggy hair a fake mustasche and some painfuly obvious outfit, the third with his locks longer than the oldest’s and his semi co.cky grin, and then the baby of the group his wavy hair hiding under a beanie as his crooked, half toothless smile shines. With a little laugh she started towards the boys smiling, hoping one of them would happen to see her before anyone saw them. But today it seemed like she wasn’t going to be that lucky. As the fan girls all crowded around the four boys she let out a little sigh grabbing her few bags and walking slowly out to the well known car.
Pause.
I bet you are wondering who that girl is, and the boys well they would be obvious to any fan girl but other girls probably not so much. I’m that girl people call me ily, but my real name is Emily. And those four boys, they are the Jonas Brothers. Well the boys and the bonus Jonas Frankie. And on any other day of the week I just so happen to call them my best friends.
Play.
It only took a few minutes for her to be joined by the four boys, the second youngest having his clothing almost torn off his body, the second oldest without his mustasche, he couldn’t actually grow one, the oldest sweating a bit and the baby of the group smiling widely. She lets out a little laugh as the girls try to plaster themselves to the oldest boys jeep. The oldest boy lets out a chuckle and somehow manages to drive through the girls. As soon as they are sure that the girls are out of sight the oldest boy reaches over and gives her hand a little squeeze. And she returns the squeeze her hand not leaving his for the rest of the ride. They arrive at the boys house together and start to walk in the door, ready for the incoming screaming, hugging and tears.
Rewind.
Yes he was holding my hand. It totally isn’t what you think. We have been best friends for almost ten years, it’s not uncommon for us to hold hands. Though fan girls often get the wrong impression, however one of his brothers always manages to set them straight, ‘no that’s ily she’s our best friend nothing more.’ Ugh but what if I wanted to be more?
Resume.
The door opens revealing the four boys parents, their uncle, and aunt(just married of course), and a few of the boys she had grown to know well. There were hugs and tears and cries of ‘look how much you’ve grown’ along with the casual laugh and question about the boys appearences. She knew that she hadn’t changed that much since they last saw her, it was only four months ago. But some things had changed. She wasn’t the same eighteen year old they had last seen, this time she matured.
Stop.
Matured? Well that is a possibility but probably not considering that I am as immature as the second oldest boy if not more immature. But I have changed that is for sure. I grew almost a full six inches, making me around the same hegiht as the oldest. My choppy brownish hair went from ending at my mid back to ending at my chin, and the glasses I had been forced to wear for years, were replaced with contacts.
Play.
The hugs are short lived and the talking slows down, causing her to realize just how awkward the situation is. A lot had happened in the four months since she had last been with the boys and their family. Even some things that she hadn’t known about, but one thing she was about to find out. The oldest of the boys grabbed hold of her hand and lead her outside, to look up at the clouds and talk. At first it was the same old stuff they always talked about, her mother grounding her for staying online to long, how she almost died one day because she was dehydrated, and how much it cost to drive, or fly to see the other person. Then there was an awkward and surprising turn in the conversation as he rolled over onto his stomach and looked down at her.
Freeze.
Now if you are anything like me your mind automatically form questions, as to what he is doing. And at the same time my stomach performed a million flips. I really wanted to know what he was planning on doing. I mean super cute best friend, who I have been crushing on for a while now, is doing something that could end romantically if things went right for me. Oh man I hope they go right.
Record.
He looked down at her and she saw a light in his eyes she had never seen before. He leaned a little bit closer and muttered how long he had waited to do what he was about to do. The pair close their eyes as their lips come closer and closer. But then they are interrupted by one of his younger brothers, screaming about cooties, ah the youngest boy. Her eyes pop open first and she realizes that he is still extremely close to her. A quick look over his shoulder reveals an empty background so she takes a chance and leans up touching her lips softly to his. When they finally pull away his eyes search her own before he leans down again, ready to continue their love fest.
REPLAY.
Yes he almost just kissed me. Yes I just kissed him. Yes he kissed me back. Yes he is kissing me again. Oh man. LUCKIEST GIRL ALIVE. I think I should just keep seeing this in my head, over and over again. Our first kiss, our perfect first kiss.Ugh this mental image will be replayed many MANY times.
Resume.
Their lips touch again and again each one filled with a little more love until finally he pulls away to look her straight in the eyes again. And then he does exactly what she had been waiting for him to do for years. He asked her to be his and only his, said he didn’t want to share her, and that when they were apart he missed her like he missed his favorite froyo. She let out a little laugh as she agreed mimacking him almost word for word. Her arms manage to find their way around his neck and he lets out a little growl as he leans down to capture her lips once again.
Pause.
*Squeeeee * Nuff said.
Play.
The only clue that the pair had, letting them know that they weren’t alone was the sound of a gasp coming from a doorway. They turn together his lips no longer on her own and spot his brothers standing at the backdoor, watching, the youngest was the one who gasped, before running off screaming how he had seen something bad in the back yard. She chuckled and sat up calling the other boys over, while they were all best friends, she had always shared something special with the oldest of them.
Stop.
The boys will always be my best friends. But one thing is for sure he has always had a special place in my heart, and it doesn’t hurt that well he likes me back. If one thing is for sure we can last.
Fast Forward.
Two years, five months, and ten days later they were standing in front of friends and family, and God. She was clad in a victorian style white gown, matching his very victorian style clothing choice. They say vows and make promises, some that they both know they won’t be able to keep, but to them it doesn’t matter cause every event in their life is just another scene in their very own movie.
