I don't really know where this idea came from. I just randomly started writing and ended up with this. I'm not sure if it's any good so I'm counting on your comments to let me know.
The only other thing I have to say is to all my Broken Perfection readers. I have a long explaination as to why I have yet to post a new chapter but to keep it short. I got home on Friday and have been crazy busy since then. And tomorrow is dedicated to a huge cleaning of our whole house because my mom's mom is coming to visit. So don't expect a new chapter until Tuesday or Wednesday.
Thanks for all your support. (if you people are acutally reading this.)
~Belles <3 [is glad to be back]
Maybe
I buried my head in my hands and let out a frustrated groan. My brain barely registered the sound of the door opening and someone walking over to me. The couch I was sitting on dipped lower as someone sat down beside me.
“What's wrong?” A familiar male voice asked.
I groaned louder. Why did he have to be the one to find me?
“None of your business.” I snapped, my face still in my hands.
“Debatable.” He answered back calmly. “I was just wondering what you could possibly be so upset about. You have a boyfriend who you're gonna see for the first time in a month tonight since we're at your hometown. You guys have planned a date and to top it all off after the date's over and you kiss him goodbye, you still have me for the rest of the tour.”
I groaned as he mentioned the 'you still have me'. “How many time do I have to tell you until you finally get it through your thick head. I. DON'T. LIKE. YOU.”
Nick smiled at my harsh statement. “Now, now darling. You better talk a little quieter. We wouldn't want someone to over hear that statement and get the wrong idea.”
“What wrong idea?” I snapped. “I really don't like you.”
“Yes, but we can't let other people know that. I can just imagine the headlines for tomorrow. Up and Coming Artist Hates America's Heartthrob Nick Jonas. Now that wouldn't be good publicity. Would it?”
I glared at him muttering, “Neither would murdering you. But that doesn't keep me from considering it.”
Nick seemed unperturbed by my comment. “Murder? How would you do it?.”
“I don't know.” I snapped and then added darkly, “But I'd make sure it was a long and painful death. Nothing but the best for you, my friend.” I grinned wickedly.
“Not a good choice.” He said.
“Why?” I asked, curious.
“Because the long and painful deaths are always the easiest to trace back to the murderer.” Nick replied casually as if we were talking about the weather and not planning his own death.
“Doesn't matter.” I shrugged. “I'd have a fool proof alibi and besides who would ever suspect sweet adorable Shelby to actually commit murder to her tour mate and best buddy.” I smiled sweetly.
“Best Buddy?” Nick questioned, an amused smirk on his face.
“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes. “Haven't you read any of the teen magazines? Apparently we're 'Best Friends' and 'totally inseparable'. Some magazines have even gone as far as giving us a couple name saying that it's just a matter of time until we go public with our relationship. Which is really the silliest thing I've ever heard seeing as how I have a boyfriend and don't even like you.” I said brushing off a piece of lint from my shirt.
“Couple names. Huh.” Nick muttered. “What's the winner?” He asked.
“Huh?” I said confused by his question.
“What's the winning couple name. I'm just curious.” He replied.
“Oh. So far it's Nelby. Has sort of a nauseating ring to it, don'tcha think?” I grinned examining my fingernails.
“Eh, It's not horrible. I've heard worse, Shel.” He said.
My head snapped up and I glared at him. “You know I don't like it when you call me that.”
“Why? All your others friends call you Shel.” Nick c.ocked his head to the side waiting for an answer.
“Exactly.” I snarled. “My friends, Nick. That means: Not you.”
Nick continued talking as if I hadn't said a word. “At least I don't call you my beautiful seashell like someone you know.”
I glared at him again. “How would you...”
“That guy talks so loud on his cell phone I swear people from three rooms over can hear him when he speaks. I feel kinda sorry for you. I 'm surprised you haven't lost your hearing yet.” Nick said.
I had no response to that so I continued to glare at him, hoping he'd shut up.
“Of course the whole nickname thing brings up another issue. Does he even know your real name? Because all I ever hear him say is 'Hey Babe' or 'Honey' or 'my beautiful seashell'. I don't think I've ever heard him call you by your real name once.”
“He knows my name.” I answered through gritted teeth. Nick was really getting on my nerves.
“If you say so.” Nick shrugged like he could've cared less.
“Ugh. Why don't you go bug somebody else?” I said annoyed as I folded my arms across my chest.
“Because it's more fun to bug you.” Nick replied with that stupid grin on his face.
“Whatever. Conversation over.” I said putting my ear buds in and turning up my iPod full blast.
Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis came on and I couldn't help but start rocking out and mouthing the lyrics. The music was so loud I didn't even hear myself as I began singing along. After that song ended and another song began I continued to enjoy the music and rock out. It wasn't until three songs later that I bothered to look over at Nick. He was still sitting there, staring at me. It was slightly disturbing.
I paused my iPod and glared at him. “Why are you staring at me.” I demanded.
He smirked. “You're kinda cute when you're rocking out to your iPod.”
His response took me by surprise, but then again, he always does. I can never tell what's going through Nick's mind. He's made it quite clear to me that he finds me an amusing annoyance. He doesn't like me, but he's never been rude to me like I have been to him. I can throw insult after insult at him and the most I've gotten back is a vague reply only hinting at insult status. Oh sure he's said some mean things to me but only in the way you'd insult your best friend. Jokingly and teasingly.
“Stalker.” I replied my eyes narrowed.
“Fan.” He shot back with a smile.
I rolled my eyes and heaved a sigh. “Why must you annoy me so?” I whined.
“I thought we went over this before.” He said. “Because it's fun.”
“For you.”
That annoying grin still graced his face as if saying, 'I know something you don't know.'
“Isn't that all that matters?” He joked.
“I always knew you were the Jonas with the biggest ego problem.” I remarked.
“And I always knew you knew.” He smiled.
“And I...” I stopped and thought about what he just said. “Wait. What?” I questioned confused.
He laughed lightly. “You're cute when you're confused.”
I couldn't help myself. I blushed. “Nick. Stop it. I'm leaving now.” I said and then stood up and walked out of the room before he could even think of a reply.
I walked around backstage dodging venue workers and security people while trying to collect my thoughts. I always felt like I had just gone on a roller coaster twenty times in a row and then proceeded to take a college test on subjects I didn't understand after talking to Nick. He makes my head spin and question every word that I had uttered within his presence. My stomach feels twisted and knotted. And I swear my heart leaps to my throat every time we talk. There's just something about talking to him that makes me feel disoriented and inferior.
“Hey Babe.” I heard someone call and turned around just in time to see my boyfriend, Tony walk down the hallway.
Instead of feeling overjoyed to see him I got angry. I remembered Nick's question of whether he even knew my real name and briefly wondered the same thing myself. “That's not my name.” I said.
Tony walked over to me slinging his arm around my waist. “I know honey.” He replied with a smile. But I wasn't conceding that easily.
“So use my name, Tony.” I said emphasizing his own name.
“Aw you don't like me calling you my beautiful seashell?” He cooed into my ear. Those words used to send shivers up and down my spine, but right now it just annoyed me. Didn't he know my name?
“Look. Tony. I really have to go get ready for the concert so why don't you go find your seat. I'll see you after the show.” I said giving him a quick hug before walking away.
I hadn't walked far before an all too familiar voice caught my attention. “Looks like Flaky doesn't know his own girlfriend's name.”
“Nick. You know I hate it when you call him that. And what the heck are you doing? Stalking me?” I asked my voice a little louder than normal.
“Awe, but Shel it fits him so well. You know, Tony the tiger, Frosted Flakes, him being so Flaky. It really is the perfect nickname.” Nick grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “I don't care how well you think it fits him. Stop calling him that. Besides, he's not flaky.” I defended.
“Oh really. Than what do you call it when he forgets your birthday and your one year anniversary?” Nick asked innocently.
I frowned at him. Those instances were still very sore events to me. “Nick. Stop avoiding the question. Are you stalking me?”
Nick chuckled. “Wouldn't you love that. No, I'm not stalking you I was just commanded to go get you so you can get ready for the show and when I found you I thought it'd be rude to just barge in your little meeting with Flaky. But now that's done and you're going to get ready so mission accomplished.” He smiled and then walked down the hallway to his dressing room. I followed him, but went to my own dressing room. The perk of being the only female performer on this tour.
After I was dressed and physically prepared for my set I started to mentally prepare myself. I got myself psyched up and excited so that by the time I got out there and greeted the large crowd I was ready to rock out. My show went amazingly and I loved feeling the rush of performing in front of an audience. When my set was over and I ran of the stage my heart was pumping so loudly I was sure that everyone within a mile twenty foot radius could hear it.
“Tony.” I shouted excitedly. “What did you think?” I asked eager for his response to my show. This was the first time he got to see me perform in a venue this large.
He smiled. “You were amazing.” He said and then gave me a hug.
I glowed with happiness at his short remark. “Thanks. I'm just gonna go get changed and then I'll be right out.”
I stayed true to my word. I took a quick shower, changed, and then went to try and find Tony. Key word there being try. I looked everywhere. Down hallways, in empty rooms, bathrooms, alleyways, the parking lot. It was like he just disappeared.
After searching for fifteen minutes I gave up and wordlessly sank to the floor in the middle of the hallway. I put my ear buds in and listened to blasting music not even bothering to make sense over the words being screamed at me. My eyes were glazed over and focused in nothing in particular. This wasn't the first time Tony had randomly left me, but each time he had a good excuse and I was able to forgive him.
Not this time, I thought. There's no going back. I made up my mind and decided that he was as good as dumped the minute he walked out that door leaving me all alone.
“Where's Flaky?” I heard an annoyingly cheerful voice chirp.
I turned my music up louder.
“Is he staring at himself in a mirror? Or maybe texting up a storm in the corner of an empty room?”
I closed my eyes and wished that Nick would go away.
“Maybe he's off to ask someone what your first name is.”
I took a deep breath. Maybe if I focused on the music I wouldn't be able to hear Nick's stinging comments.
“Or maybe he's finding out when your birthday is.”
I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped. “Maybe he left to who knows where when I went to go get changed. Maybe I searched the whole backstage and outside trying to find out where he was only to learn he wasn't here. Maybe I would greatly appreciate it if you jumped off a bridge and left me and my problems the heck alone.” I shouted angrily feeling only slightly better at the shocked expression on Nick's face.
His shocked expression didn't last long though. “Maybe I noticed him texting on his phone during your whole show. Maybe I noticed he didn't watch you perform once. Maybe I'm glad he left you. Maybe I think you deserve better. Maybe I only bug you 'cause I care. Maybe I really do think you look cute. Maybe I hate to see you hurt like this. Maybe I would gladly jump off a bridge if that made you happier. Maybe you're too blind to see what's in front of you.” He placed his hands on my shoulder as he spoke these words, his eyes boring into mine.
“All I see is you.” I muttered sulkily.
“Maybe that's the way I want it to be.” He smiled that secretive smile of his.
I c.ocked my head, my unshed tears still threatening to fall. “What are you thinking? When you smile like that. What is that smile for?”
His smile grew larger. “It's for you.”
“Me?” I asked my eyes growing wide.
“Yeah, you.” He said pulling me closer to him. “Maybe.... I like you.” He added softly.
There was no denying how shocked I was. Of all the things I was expecting, a confession from Nick telling me he likes me was not one of them. But as he spoke those words something in me felt right. Something in me told me this is the way it should be.
Nick moved his hand to my chin gently lifting it up. “Maybe,” He whispered. “I'm going to kiss you.”
As he spoke those words my heart seemed to swell and I couldn't help but feel immense joy. I realized in that moment that I had been waiting for this. I had been drifting away from Tony for a while and growing closer to Nick in that time. We really had become inseparable, even if I thought he was annoying and I hated his guts. I realized now how much I enjoyed his company and witty comments. How when I was bored with nothing to do I would find myself drifting towards him. Even if it was just to insult his utterly pathetic choice of clothing.
I had grown fond of him.
I might've even.... falling in like with him.
“Maybe.” I answered back just as soft. “Maybe I would like that.”
And with that response Nick closed the small space between us and gave me a short peck on my lips. He paused and then softly kissed my lips again as if asking for permission, making sure I was okay with this. In response I wrapped my arms around his neck giving him a kiss of my own. Pulling him closer to me so that I could kiss him more thoroughly.
When we broke apart I smiled. “I usually don't kiss before the third date and we haven't even been on one.”
He grinned that smile I had learned was just for me. “I can fix that.”
“I'd like that.” I replied and then smiled wickedly adding, “But would it kill you to shower and change before we go?”
Nick tightened his grip on me. “No. But right now I'm busy.” He said and then proceeded to kiss me.