Chapter One: August 1st, 2008. (aka: Pwnful Cookies for Larissa!)
New comments were definitely the best thing in the entire world.
At least that's what Neveah audibly declared as she scrolled down her fan fiction's thread, seeing almost twenty new comments, some from new readers and others were her all-ready devoted ones. After jotting down trigger words to each comment on a separate sheet of paper, she began to reply on the actual thread to each and every one of her very important readers. After all, it was their constant encouragement that kept her updating so regularly.
Larissa! So, since I haven't yet given you the pwnful cookies I promised for being the first one to comment my story… guess what! I've decided to create a character based on you! WOOHOO. SEE EVERYONE!? SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU COMMENT? Good things, that's what!
A subtle beep from a different window on her monitor interrupted her response. "Wooh!" Neveah spoke out loud to herself, as she clicked on a different tab on her web-browser. With a compiled buddy list from her yahoo, msn and aim accounts, on the right, Neveah quickly found the whereabouts of her new IM.
At Night the Sporks Pick On Me: Hey, Neveah. When are you posting a new chapter on Jonasbrothersfan.com?
Nicholas Jonas smiled at his newest display name, amused with himself, and pleased with the ambiguousness of it. Yet, he was slightly disappointed at the lack of Taco Bell he had recently. As he waited for a response, he started tackling some of the seemingly hundreds of IM's that immediately popped up as soon as he'd logged on his instant messenger. Apparently, logging on as 'invisible' did almost nothing for the fact he was famous.
Perry the freaking Platypus: Oh, soon, I promise! :) I've just had a lot of homework this week. Stupid school. Eww. But anyway, I'm almost done with the next chapter.
Neveah paused for a second, who in the world was she talking to? As her mouse scrolled over the user's profile she racked her brain trying to remember who the address belonged to. Thinking quickly, she looked at the history of conversations she'd had with the user, before. She groaned- she'd only had one conversation with the user, who, through the two hour convo, had never even said their name. Neveah patted herself on the back for responding to the person, assuming she could figure out a way to discover their identity without asking them. Before their current conversation got any further, Neveah quickly added another IM.
Perry the freaking Platypus: By the way, slightly awkward question. I don't remember what your name is… What is it? No offense, seriously. I just have a bad memory.
Nick winced. He really didn't want to lie to this girl. Not that he was necessarily partial to her in anyway. It was more simple than that.
Occasionally Nick and his brothers read the fan fiction their fans created based on them. So, when Nicholas had stumbled across one that didn't actually force them to fall in love with people, make choices they wouldn't, or act completely out of character, it was refreshing. The author had encouraged her readers to IM her, so Nick had, slightly curious about why she wrote so differently. In their first conversation, she'd willingly explained to him that she felt it was just too creepy for her, to write about them. Having respect for the band member's privacy, she'd chosen another way to express the inspiration the Jonas Brothers filled her with.
Nick really didn't want to confess that he was himself. As wonderful as it probably would make her feel, to know that an actual Jonas Brother was reading her fan fiction, he reminisced about being a normal teenager that didn't have millions of girls screaming after him. So, he thought why not just become internet friends with someone, and just simply not be famous with them?
At Night the Sporks Pick On Me: You can call me Jerry. I know, quite mundane. I like your name; by the way, does it mean anything in particular?
After phrasing his words carefully, and dealing with the spelling and grammatical errors his Macintosh computer underlined for him in squiggly green and red lines, Nick quickly moved on from the topic of his name, while staying dangerously close. He quite literally prayed that Neveah wasn't one of the hardcore fans who memorized every small detail about him and his brothers (like his favorite food or middle name, for instance). Of course the fact that she posted on the JonasBrothersFan.com wasn't very promising, as that information was easily accessible.
Perry the freaking Platypus: Thanks, it's heaven spelled backwards.
Neveah frowned and typed out her normal response to the question. The person she was talking to was a guy? Neveah assumed that she wasn't wrong in thinking the gender of the name 'Jerry' was quite obvious. She hadn't expected him to be a guy. In fact, in all of the comments she'd read on any fan fiction, she wasn't sure she'd ever seen a guy comment on one, let alone a guy specifically named Jerry. What kind of guy was not only a fan of the Jonas Brother, but actually read fan fiction that was pretty much nothing but girls' fantasies about them? Now on a.lert, Neveah wearily waited for the response from the possible creepy stalker person.
At Night the Sporks Pick On Me: Um… no… it's not?
Nick furrowed his eyebrows at the screen, quite confused. Looking down at the scratch piece of paper next to him, he redid the work, once again discovering that "heaven spelled backwards" was not, in fact, Neveah. Rather it was Nevaeh. So, had Neveah merely learned to spell her name incorrectly? Or was she lying? There really seemed to be no reasonable explanation.
Perry the freaking Platypus: Okay, okay it's not actually heaven spelled backwards. It's heaven
misspelled backwards. But it was purposely done that way. My mom, being the insane woman she is, named me after an original character she wrote when she was younger. She had intended to name that character Nevaeh, but misspelled it, and thus that is how my name came to be. You know, since you wanted to know the full-story,
Jerry, if that is your real name.
Neveah threw the last phrase in there to try and throw the creeper off. Okay, so he was observant. Doesn't that mean he's just going to turn out to be even creepier?
At Night the Sporks Pick On Me: Why wouldn't that be my name?
Nick froze, why had she said that? Was it
that obvious that he was lying? Okay, so he wasn't actually lying, Jerry was his middle name, after all. But, it sure felt like a lie. "Nick, dinner!" His mom called out from the nearby dinning room.
"I'll be there in a minute!" Nick yelled back, of course dinner would be ready now, at this most pivotal point of history.
Perry the freaking Platypus: Honestly? You're a guy who reads Jonas Brothers' fan fiction. It appears quite creepy, something that an 80-year old stalker-man might do. Hence why I question the truth of your name.
Neveah really hoped she wasn't talking to a serial
anything. As she stared at the
"At Night the Sporks Pick On Me is typing…" she began to consider what new screen name she might create to ensure that this creep would never talk to her again, after this conversation.
At Night the Sporks Pick On Me: Oh, haha. My… younger brother got me into their music, it's kind of one of those secret pleasures of mine, you could say? Like the Spice Girls, and Backstreet Boys are to many people? As for the fact that I read fan fiction. Well, I'm kind of a creative person, I have a writers notebook and everything. So, when I stumbled across this site, I thought I'd just look at what others had created… I swear I'm not a creepy 80-year old man. I'm 16!
Nick sighed in relief. Okay, so he had to lie a little bit about why he was reading the site in the first place, but it was alright, since he wasn't a stalker or creepy old man. "Nicholas!" Screamed his mother.
"I'm coming!" Nick yelled back, annoyed with his loving and caring mom, whom he knew only wanted the best for them.
Perry the freaking Platypus: Oh, well, in that case I suppose I'm not going to change my screen name you and report you to the FBI. (: I'm 17 by the way.
At Night the Sporks Pick On Me: Thanks for not reporting me, but Neveah?I have to go, dinner. I'll talk to you later?
Neveah wasn't completely convinced that Jerry wasn't a stalker, but she trusted the random, total stranger enough for the present moment, at least. Letting him log off, she went back to writing the response to her lovely reader's comments.
