Something More
I didn't know what was in store.
When I walked right through the door.
Then I saw you over there, our brown eyes locked in a stare.
I didn't know quite what to say; sometimes words get in the way.
My stomach was in knots as I clutched onto the back stage pass that my mother had gotten for me. Walking towards the back my hands shook as I showed the security guard the pass, he nodded his head pointing me to the direction where the boys would be. Did I forget that I was meeting the Jonas Brothers? Well I am and I am so scared that I will act like an idiot.
I took slow steps towards the door that said ‘Jonas Brother’s dressing room.’ I softly knocked on the door, hearing a mumbled “Come in!” I stepped inside my breath caught in my throat as I saw John Taylor relaxing on the couch, our brown eyes locked in a stare. I stood in the door way, my tongue was twisted and I wasn’t able to form words. Well there goes me not acting like an idiot good job, I thought to myself.
My heart began to race as he got off the couch, walking towards me a small smile forming on his face, “Hey I’m John Taylor.”
“Lindsay.” I said, feeling my face flush as he pulled me into a hug. After he let go he lead me to the couch and we both took a seat.
“Well it is nice to meet you Lindsay, the boys will be here in a few minutes they have to do a quick meet and greet.” I nodded my head trying to figure out what to say but knew if I opened my mouth word vomit would happen. “So um how long have you been a fan and do you have a favorite of the whole band?”
“I’ve been a fan for only a year now, they are so talented and such an inspiration to everyone. And my favorite would be you.” My jaw dropped, “Oh my gosh did I just say that out loud?”
“Yes, yes you did.” He let out a small chuckle as we continued talking even when the boys came in. But when they saw that we weren’t paying to anything else but each other they quickly left.
And I remember the night you said,
"Lets go for a ride" I didn't want the night to end.
Would we be more than friends?
Yet little did I know before,
we would be something more.
I pulled out my phone seeing I had one new text message; Srry Hun can’t pick you up, Love mom.
“Great I don’t have a ride home…” I mumbled to myself.
“Well I could take you home if that’s alright with you?”
“Yeah thank you so much.” I smiled as he took my hand in his as we left the room, he quickly told Mr. Jonas where he was going and took me to his car. As we drove off from the venue I told him where to turn and too keep going straight and then turn a left and then we arrived at my house.
He jumped out of his side running to mine opening the door for me, I thanked him as he walked me to my door, “Um Lindsay I know we have only known each other for a few hours but could I maybe I have your number?”
“U-Uh sure...” We then exchanged numbers; I gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “I had fun hanging out with John.”
“Same here maybe we could hang out soon we are staying in this area for a couple of days?”
“Yeah I would like that bye…” I gave him a hug, waving as he walked back to his car. Slipping inside the house I let out a small squeal before I ran to my room, about to call my best friend Katie about the experience.
In black and white I read the screen, all your lines and in-between.
Then your message on the phone, I save to hear when I'm all alone.
And Now I know just what to say, this doesn't happen every day.
The next morning I saw that I had a new text and new voicemail, my heart swelled as I saw the text message from John telling me had an awesome time hanging out with me and that we should talk with each other again. Then I checked the voice message squealing as I listened.
“Hey um Lindsay it’s me John Taylor and I know we haven’t known each other that long but I was um wondering if you would want to go on a date with me later on? If not I understand, call me back when you get this.” And I did and our date was scheduled at a small coffee shop at 4 o’clock.
I looked at the clock it read two o’clock, so I took a quick shower, dried my dark brown hair then curled it into small ringlets, put on some eye liner that made my chocolate brown eyes pop and some blush. Once I was done with that I slid on a pair of black skinny jeans, white t-shirt throwing on a suede jacket over it and a pair of black converses. I ran down the stairs as I hear the doorbell ring, before answering I left a small note for my mom then opened the door.
John was wearing a pair of loose fitted blue jeans, black buttoned up long sleeve shirt, red converses and sporting one of his many infamous hats. We quietly got into the car and drove off to the coffee shop.
Entering the shop the aroma of coffee filled my nose; I smiled as John took my hand taking me towards a table in the back. Once we sat down we dove into easy conversation learning a little bit more about each other. I would blush when he would stroke my hand or just stare at me almost as if he was looking right through me. We continued talking forgetting about ordering anything, feeling it was best just to talk.
As hours passed I felt I was growing stronger feelings for him even though I hadn’t even known him a day yet, and I was afraid if I said something about it, he would freak out and leave so I kept my mouth shut. When I looked into his eyes I saw they become more serious as his hand suddenly clung to mine.
“I know we haven’t known each other that long but I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. You are such a sweet funny and cute girl, I just can’t get you out of my head its crazy but I like it. And I love how much stuff we have in common, okay sorry back to the point of my actual rambling, would you be my girlfriend?”
I stared at him in shock; did he just ask what I thought he asked? John Taylor the guitarist of the Jonas Brothers wanted me to be his girlfriend? This was crazy. Insane even! But I knew I had to answer him sooner than later, so I did what I had to do. I leaned over the table pressing my lips to his feeling a tingle go down my back. It felt right. Perfect. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a kiss.
“Does that answer your question?” I asked cheekily receiving a kiss back from him.
Yet little did I know before, we would be something more.
