Okay so I always see your fics and open them up, proceed to be amazed, and then never get a chance to comment or get throug them or anything because I'm really bad at JBF nowadays. This one, however, is going to be different. It's really amazing already and I'm going to stick to reading it. Assuming you post more. Which you should do. In the very, very, very immediate future.

That was pretty much all I needed to convince me. Two talented writers telling me it's good enough. What more encouragement could I ask for?
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I'll get right on it.

Three magnificent writers in counting.
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CHAPTER ONE;
The Cable Car

I'd gone to see her on Sunday, after church. She was exactly where I knew her to be. Flaunting her radiance on the dirty, concrete ledge of the fountain. Before I knew it, she split. Out of sight, but not quite out of mind. I wanted to know her, get inside her head, and study her vivacious mind. I took the subway home that night- a bold move considering my growing popularity. No one bothered me, aside from a small group of teenaged girls who'd begged me for a picture. The train stopped, as expected to let other passengers on and some off. I think we were in Long Island by now. My escape. I began to depart, but then I saw her face. Her cheerful, adorable face entering through the adjacent doors.

I paused, and wondered how insanely awkward it would be if I were to stay and talk with her. She seemed nice. I couldn't imagine a woman with such a wonderful message like herself, being hostile. I shook my head, and stepped back inside the cable car. She walked- No!- floated over to a pole in the center on the cab, gripping it tightly for balance. I pushed past people, trying to be inconspicuous about it. I wanted to be near her. I wanted to know that I wasn't wasting my time trying to catch her attention, the same way she caught everyone else's. I was soon clutching the same pole as her My heart raced and brain wracked for something to say. Heck, a simple hello would've done it! Instead I stood in complete and utter silence.

"I've seen you before." She finally spoke. Her usual passion was hidden behind an easy smile. "You've been to my rallies." I nodded, feeling a little embarassed that she'd not only noticed I was secretly observing her, but she'd noticed more that once. "Yeah. You sure know how to get someone's attention." I admitted. "Nope. Not me." She hummed, simply. "You're the one who draws the attention. I just benefit from it." Her grinned signified that she was just teasing. "Lily Audette," She stated, sticking a hand out, "No need for you to introduce yourself." She knew who I was, but I was pretty sure she didn't have to snoop through a credit report to figure that out. She could just flip on Entertainment Tonight, that is, if she even believed in non-sensical things such as television. I then slapped myself mentally. She was a peace activist, not Amish!

"So when's the next get together?" I questioned, feeling a bit bolder after she'd broken the ice. She scoffed but then followed it up with a laugh, "I'd hardly call it a 'get together'." I snickered apologetically, but urged her to continue. "Maybe on Wednesday. Work's been crazy lately, but I'd imagine you'd know a thing or two about a crazy schedule." A breif snort escaped my lips. The train the shuddered once again. Halting, causing the brakes to screech. "This is my stop," She murmered "But I want to see you at my next, uhh, get together." She flashed me here pearly teeth, and waved goodbye.
I needed Wednesday.

She knows who the Jonas is, but we do not. I must find out who it is. I know it's one of three!

You never fail me with your writing. Keep it up!