The Race

“Bloody hell,” I said, slipping into my British curses as the sunlight came pouring through my window. I rubbed my eyes, glancing at my alarm clock. “Argh, it’s only eight o’clock!” I close my eyes again, turning over and burying it into my pillow.

This time, I was awoken from loud knocks on my door. I get up as if in a trance and go to the door, not even with my eyes open. I open the door, and yawn rather largely.

“Nice pajamas, Robyn,” Kevin said with a smirk. I raised an eyebrow, and looked down. I had forgotten I was wearing my JB gear.

“Right… So, what’s the point of you knocking at my door at this un-Godly hour again?” I asked, yawning once more.

“The race? It starts at nine,” Kevin said and I groaned, hitting my head repeatedly against the frame of my door. Kevin chuckled. “I take it your not a morning person then.” I think my glare was sufficient. “Okay, okay, I get it. Meet you in half an hour?”

I wait a moment, pondering it. “I guess. See you soon.” And with that, I shut the door, turning my back to it and continuing to bang my head.

All too soon I realized that the guys were waiting for me. And that I had to figure something out to wear. I groaned again, scribbling my brother a quick note about where I was going and what time to expect me back. I bolted upstairs to pick out an outfit and get ready. I glanced at my clock. “Crappppp,” I groaned, throwing on a pair of old, faded jeans and a dark green tank top, throwing my white hoodie on over it. I ran a brush through my hair, nearly screeching as it seemed to pull my hair right out of my head. I glanced at myself in my mirror before putting some mascara and jade green eye shadow on. The color combination made my eyes look grey instead of blue, and I smiled before brushing my teeth and getting my sneakers on.

I jogged down the steps, keys in hand, before rushing out the door, where I nearly ran into Kevin. “Antsy are we?” I said with a twinge of an Irish accent. I smiled at him innocently. He just rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, you took too long to get ready,” he said, averting his gaze to look at his brothers. I raised my eyebrow slightly before letting it drop.

“That’s why I’m out here before eight thirty when I should be in bed sleeping,” I replied dryly.

“Yep!” Joe said brightly, slinging an arm around me and around Kevin. “It’s because you loveeee us. Like everyone else.” I raised an eyebrow at his behavior. I was about to say something as Nick put in his two cents.

“Or it could be the fact that she loves Kevin.” I turned my head to stare straight ahead, not letting on to my fast beating heart and how it completely skipped over two beats when the comment reached my ears.

“She didn’t say she didn’t,” Joe piped up again.

“That is because a ridiculous comment like that doesn’t need an explanation when it’s obviously not true.” And with that comment we continued to walk in silence to where the race was to be held, me all too aware of my completely guilty conscious. I gave the guys a hug to show that I support them no matter what, and gave Kevin a tiny, fleeting smile. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes; he didn’t even smile back. Well, not really like I’m not used to people smiling at me, but it was still a stab to the heart. I guess I deserved that…

I turned away from them and made my way to the stands, sitting in the farthest row since I could see over everyone’s heads. I plugged my iPod into my ears, so to tune out everyone’s gushing over the celebrities, but mostly because I didn’t feel like explaining myself since most, if not all, of the people saw me with the guys. So, I turned my tunes up and stared as I watched the race progress on the big TV in the middle of the park. I watched as they ran, biked, and ran again.

I was only semi-aware of the fact that Kevin had already made it to the third part of the race already. My thoughts were churning, bubbling and boiling. I didn’t know why, but my thoughts kept returning to want Nick and Joe had said. “…You loveeee us…” “…The fact that she loves Kevin…”Was it true? Did I love Kevin? I didn’t think I did. Well… I didn’t want to. It would be like everyone other crazed, obsessed fan out there, who wants to marry the boys, who ‘love’ them. I don’t think I wanted to be like that. … No, scratch that. I don’t want to be like that.

But what if I already was?

I was startled out of my thoughts as I heard extremely loud cheers, and the announcer over the crowd.

“Kevin Jonas from the Jonas Brothers has just finished the race! He is the first person to finish!” I smiled. Leave it to Kevy.

… I seriously just called Kevy. Am I mental?? What’s going on? I groan. I mean… He’s illegal to me. He’s twenty-two, I’m only seventeen.

But my birthday’s soon. And then he won’t be illegal anymore!

… Oh, Jonas, what did I get myself into?