Chapter 5
Rachel’s on her toes.
Time flies when you’re having fun – yeah right. I was bored to tears watching how Joe coached the little youngsters, I rolled up my sleeve and checked my watch. 17:32 PM. “Oh would you look at the time, c’mon Wyatt we gotta go home.” I suddenly spoke up, Wyatt turned around with a disappointed look on his face, but there was no way he was making me stay any longer, to deal with the nuisance of my ex and the wrath of my mom. “Okay, bye Frankie. Thank you Joe.” Wyatt grumbled as he high-fived Frankie, waddling back over to me. “Alright, ciao.” I said waving my hand as Wyatt and I turned around.
“Wait!” Joe called out, making both Wyatt and I stop. I squinted my eyes, rolling them as I turned around. “What?” I snapped, slanting my head to the side unpatiently. “Wyatt, you should come to tonight’s show. Here wait, lemme get you a pass.” Joe suggested, mumbling the last bit as he fished two backstage passes from his pocket. “Really? That’s so cool!” Wyatt shrieked with a wide grin etched on his face, ah alright; now he could hang out with Frankie, good for him. “And this one is for you.” Joe said shoving the backstage pass in my hands, I looked up at him confusedly. “I’m pretty sure the boys will need a babysitter.” I arched my eyebrows and scoffed. “Later Jonas.” I said calmly, motioning Wyatt to come along, who still was waving goodbye. What a day.
Rummaging in my bag to find the house keys, I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Hanging my coat on one of the hooks that was nailed on the wall, I groaned loudly stomping up the stairs. Great, there was probably no way my big brother could take Wyatt to the concert, nor my work-a-holic of a mom.
I heard a soft knock on the door of my room; I lifted my head up from my pillow. “Come in.” I chimed with a sigh, and slowly little Wyatt slipped through the door. “We are going to the concert, right Ray Ray?” He asked with the most adorable and innocent look etched on his face. “I-.” I started stubbornly, Wyatt crawled it’s way up on my lap, those two big eyes looking me in the eyes, begging and pleading. “Fine, yes we will.” I gave in with a sigh falling back into my feather filled pillow, wanting to smother my face into it. “Why are you so upset with Joe?” My youngest sibling asked, out of sudden curiosity. “That’s between him and me buddy.” I countered, shrewdly avoiding the question. I was lucky that my brother didn’t ask any further, and hopped off of my lap. “Thank you Ray Ray, you’re the best.” He smiled cutely with a goofy wave as he slipped back in the hallway, carefully closing the door behind him. A sigh escaped my lips; my hands covered my eyes as I fell back into the pillow with a groan.
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This was pure insanity! I slammed my car door shut as I stepped out, walking to the other car door, getting little Wyatt out. The screaming was insane, it was so loud and it shrieked in my ears. Obsessive fans were coming from left and right, running over to the arena hall’s entrance. I rolled my eyes, grabbing Wyatt’s hand, protectively leading him to the back of the arena. What was I doing? Why the hell was I here? Oh right, because my little brother is just way too manipulative. A Jonas concert, oh what a lovely memory.
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Backstage, at their best of both world’s concert; the boys were playing their hit single S.O.S. The fans were screaming loudly, usually I was too on the sidelines, but not tonight. I felt a lump stuck in my throat, watching my boyfriend run across the stage, leaping forward to touch the hands of his loyal, and dare I say obsessive fans.
“Thank you! Now give it up for HANNAH MONTANA!” He screamed in the microphone, and that was their cue to run off, and for the ever so popular Hannah Montana also known as Miley Cyrus to run on.
My sweaty boyfriend gave me a quick and brief hug, without a word he ran right back into his dressing room. I knew he was going to give her a call. I knew he wished he could give her a hug, instead of me. I sighed looking down; it was time to break it off. I couldn’t do this any longer, pretending like I didn’t know, and that everything was just peachy. Because it most certainly was not.
I slowly managed to get myself to take the steps towards his dressing room, my hand already resting on the silver doorknob, giving a soft knock. “Uh I’ll call you back.” I heard a soft mumble coming from inside. “Come in.” Joe then chimed, as his voice’s volume increased greatly. I sighed biting my bottom lip, pushing the door open.
“Rachel, hey what are you doing here?” Joe asked, I could sense his tenseness and it killed me. “Why don’t you ask Daphne that?” I snapped, crossing my arms. I hit the bullseye, I could see it by the shock in his eyes, how his figure suddenly froze from the action he was doing. He knew, I knew and it was over. I walked out, slamming the door behind me, feeling anger burning.
Keeping my cool I walked to the backstage lounge, sitting down on the couch I dug my face away in my hands, feeling the first wave of tears coming over me. I ripped off the necklace Joe once had given me, it was a dogtag with his name imprinted on it. Wouldn’t Daphne just love to wear that? I smacked it across the room, I didn’t want to see it anymore. It was over.
Say goodnight, and goodbye.
That was their show in San Francisco, California one year ago. What an interesting coinkydink.
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Tell me why you’re looking so confused, when I’m the one who didn’t know the truth. How could you ever be so cold, to go behind my back and call my friend. Boy you must’ve gone and bumped your head, because you left her number on your phone.
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