So, I'm not too happy with my other Nick story "Rockstarette'. I think I could of done way better and I got this new idea for a wayyy better Nick FF. I kind of want tow rite a fan fic that's not involving Nick being famous. Hard to explain. But this is my bettttterrrr FF of Nick Jonas. I already have the first four chapters written so it won't be hard to post! I hope you enjoy this and please, please, please let me know what you think! If i get enough of replies then I'll start posting for this story!!
~Nina xoxoxo
...Chapter 1...
My head rested against the seat in my Dad’s Chevy. I looked out the window to see only the same rows of trees going on for miles and miles. Where were we going? My parents told me to pack my clothes and my guitar. The weird thing was my parents didn’t bring anything with them. That’s odd.
After two hours of an awkward silence in the car my mom turned around and started talking. “Honey, the reason why we told you to pack is because we wanted to bring you to Camp! For the whole summer!” After those two sentences spilled out her mouth I swear to god I literally wanted to jump out of the car. Camp? Is she serious!? Are my parents serious?!?!
“What?! Camp?! Are you joking! This summer I wanted to hang with my friends and play baseball!” I blabbed out of my big mouth. It seemed like my parents always wanted something to argue about with me.
“Missy, just look at the brochure, the lake looks gorgeous!” my dad threw the brochure to the backseats. It so happened to hit me in the head. Ouch. I picked up the brochure and read the cover. “CampBackwoods” was the name of the camp I was going to for the whole summer. I opened it up and read it. “A place where new opportunities unfold!” I read at least a paragraph and threw the brochure out the window.
“Why in god’s name did you do that!!” my Dad started yelling. My mother glared at me from the side view mirror.
“Simply because I don’t want to go to some stupid camp for the whole summer!” I folded my arms over my chest and sat back. I closed my eyes thinking that if I close them hard enough, all of this will go away and I’ll have the greatest summer ever.
Wrong.
Apparently I should explain myself. My name is Missy. Well my real name is Melissa but I prefer Missy. I’m fifteen years old and I’m mostly dressed in ripped jeans, converse, and vintage tees. I enjoy playing my guitar and listening to KT Tunstall. Is this good enough to know? I think so.
I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes I noticed a large sign saying “CampBackwoods” written on a piece of large bark. How creative…
Minutes later I was holding my suitcase and guitar as well. My parents were going over rules and such. “And listen to the counselors!” my mother repeated that at least five times in the same sentence. The car I once sat in for who knows how long sped away. My parents waved and yelled “Be good!” I ignored them and starting walking.
I walked up a long path with stones and branches mostly in the way. In the distance from where I was standing I saw a boy probably about my age with curly hair. Curly hair on boys always made me weak in my knees. The boy looked up and I quickly started back to my walking. When I turned around to see what he was doing, he was right behind me.
“Hi, want me to help you carry your suitcases?” I shook my head and he smiled. Some of his teeth were crooked to a point, but it made him even cuter. I told him I’ll be fine and he simply started walking away.
Wow I’m an absolute idiot.
The cutest boy I’ve ever seen just asked if he could help me carry all my crap and I shook my head and stood there like a dummy. Great start to the worst summer, Missy.
I didn’t even get his name!\
So please let me know what you think!
