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“It’s not a big deal Nick, it’s got to come out some time or another.“ Kevin soothes his younger brother, watching his hands fiddle together as they walk up to their first interview of the night. “Yeah but Kevin, I’m not sure if I’m ready to announce it. It just happened last week.” Kevin shrugged, regardless of the inconspicuous feeling his brother had, “If it’s out there now, it’ll die soon and everyone will leave you alone. Just relax, okay? If anything, Joe can say something idiotic to throw them off.” Joe’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at his brother, horrified, “Excuse me?” Kevin scoffed, his glance flickering at Nick chewing on his bottom lip. Of course it would be a hard thing to talk about, but Kevin had experienced it first hand and it worked out fine. The three brothers stood in a line before a women dressed in a blush pink colored dress, microphone in hand and smile stitched on her face, ready to ask grilling questions which didn’t surprise the boys anymore. “So,” the woman started, throwing her long ponytail over her shoulder, “Word on the street is that the youngest of the band just recently got engaged, am I right?” she squealed professionally. Nick swallowed, putting his hands in his pockets to hide his nerves as he nodded, agreeing, “Yes, it is official. I am engaged to a wonderful woman named Bethany.” The woman smiled, “That’s so exciting! How did you two meet?” Kevin gave a hand signal which Joe picked up immediately, saying, “Through me of course! She was one of my many, how do you say, acquaintances? I helped Nick win her over with my charm lessons. And boy did this kid need them. He was as charismatic as a chicken getting his head cut off. But I set him along the right path, obviously.” Nick rolled his eyes, becoming comfortable now that his brother had stopped the conversation about his recent engagement to his soon to be wife.

“It’s not a big deal Nick, it’s got to come out some time or another.“ Kevin soothes his younger brother, watching his hands fiddle together as they walk up to their first interview of the night. “Yeah but Kevin, I’m not sure if I’m ready to announce it. It just happened last week.” Kevin shrugged, regardless of the inconspicuous feeling his brother had, “If it’s out there now, it’ll die soon and everyone will leave you alone. Just relax, okay? If anything, Joe can say something idiotic to throw them off.” Joe’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at his brother, horrified, “Excuse me?” Kevin scoffed, his glance flickering at Nick chewing on his bottom lip. Of course it would be a hard thing to talk about, but Kevin had experienced it first hand and it worked out fine. The three brothers stood in a line before a women dressed in a blush pink colored dress, microphone in hand and smile stitched on her face, ready to ask grilling questions which didn’t surprise the boys anymore. “So,” the woman started, throwing her long ponytail over her shoulder, “Word on the street is that the youngest of the band just recently got engaged, am I right?” she squealed professionally. Nick swallowed, putting his hands in his pockets to hide his nerves as he nodded, agreeing, “Yes, it is official. I am engaged to a wonderful woman named Bethany.” The woman smiled, “That’s so exciting! How did you two meet?” Kevin gave a hand signal which Joe picked up immediately, saying, “Through me of course! She was one of my many, how do you say, acquaintances? I helped Nick win her over with my charm lessons. And boy did this kid need them. He was as charismatic as a chicken getting his head cut off. But I set him along the right path, obviously.” Nick rolled his eyes, becoming comfortable now that his brother had stopped the conversation about his recent engagement to his soon to be wife.

“Babe? Do you know how to tie a tie?” Nick called towards his wife in a nearby room. He frowned when he didn’t receive a response. With the untied tie around his neck, he navigated through the home, hoping to find her swiftly. “Babe?” he questioned. When he heard a toilet flush in response, he totally disregarded it. “I’ll be out to tie your tie in a second, babe, I have to brush my teeth.” Shrugging it off, Nick walked to the den and sat down, going through the miscellaneous emails on his phone just to pass time. When Bethany’s hand suddenly snaked onto Nick’s two tie strands, Nick jumped. Bethany laughed, “I always liked it when you wear ties. Makes you look handsome.” Nick, oblivious to the comment, twisted his head to attempt kiss the soft skin of her hands, but Bethany squealed at the sudden doorbell noise permeating the room, “They’re here! Let’s have a Christmas party!” Nick shook his head at his wife turned hostess, and then stood up to walk with her, hand on her waist, as she greeted her family. Her mom, her father, her only other older sister Faith, her husband, Nick’s parents and siblings and significant others filled the room. The once silent house turned into a clutter of smashed words looming overhead. Nick and Bethany together greeted everyone like the normal hostesses should, and soon everyone was seated at the table, watching Bethany fill the table with food that she had spent tedious hours making. Everyone fell into their own conversations, even Nick and Bethany, until Bethany’s mother hushed the entire crowd to ask one life changing question, “Nicholas, you and Bethany have been married for three years now, and I’m just wondering if I’ll have any grandchildren soon?” “Mom!” Bethany shrieked in horror that her mom would even ask such a question. Nick, beginning to laugh, looked at Bethany’s mom and was going to say some bullshit answer about ‘when God plans it’, but Bethany looked at him and asked, “Why are you laughing?” Nick swallowed and looked back at her surprisingly, “Because it was a funny question?” he said. Bethany looked at her mom, swallowed her pride, and then gave Nick a sickeningly sweet smile and a hand over her stomach, “Well it’s not gonna be funny anymore, because I’m pregnant.”

“Babe? Do you know how to tie a tie?” Nick called towards his wife in a nearby room. He frowned when he didn’t receive a response. With the untied tie around his neck, he navigated through the home, hoping to find her swiftly. “Babe?” he questioned. When he heard a toilet flush in response, he totally disregarded it. “I’ll be out to tie your tie in a second, babe, I have to brush my teeth.” Shrugging it off, Nick walked to the den and sat down, going through the miscellaneous emails on his phone just to pass time. When Bethany’s hand suddenly snaked onto Nick’s two tie strands, Nick jumped. Bethany laughed, “I always liked it when you wear ties. Makes you look handsome.” Nick, oblivious to the comment, twisted his head to attempt kiss the soft skin of her hands, but Bethany squealed at the sudden doorbell noise permeating the room, “They’re here! Let’s have a Christmas party!” Nick shook his head at his wife turned hostess, and then stood up to walk with her, hand on her waist, as she greeted her family. Her mom, her father, her only other older sister Faith, her husband, Nick’s parents and siblings and significant others filled the room. The once silent house turned into a clutter of smashed words looming overhead. Nick and Bethany together greeted everyone like the normal hostesses should, and soon everyone was seated at the table, watching Bethany fill the table with food that she had spent tedious hours making. Everyone fell into their own conversations, even Nick and Bethany, until Bethany’s mother hushed the entire crowd to ask one life changing question, “Nicholas, you and Bethany have been married for three years now, and I’m just wondering if I’ll have any grandchildren soon?” “Mom!” Bethany shrieked in horror that her mom would even ask such a question. Nick, beginning to laugh, looked at Bethany’s mom and was going to say some bullshit answer about ‘when God plans it’, but Bethany looked at him and asked, “Why are you laughing?” Nick swallowed and looked back at her surprisingly, “Because it was a funny question?” he said. Bethany looked at her mom, swallowed her pride, and then gave Nick a sickeningly sweet smile and a hand over her stomach, “Well it’s not gonna be funny anymore, because I’m pregnant.”

“Why are you so nervous? It’s just a Christmas party.” Nick said nonchalantly towards Amanda who clearly showed every nervous emotion. It was stitched onto her face, so evident that Nick, the obviously observant one, caught onto it. Amanda folded her arms over her chest and shrugged uncomfortably, gazing at the door she would walk into and wondering what was on the other side, “Maybe because this is your family? Maybe it’s because they’ll hate me? Maybe because I’m not a Jonas? A foreigner? A stranger?” Amanda was good at questions, there was no doubt about that, but Nick couldn’t believe the doubt he was hearing. “You’re my fiancee, Amanda, there’s no way that they could hate someone I’m going to marry.” Amanda shrugged again. She’s always been skeptical, but this was new territory. Nick, to try and ease her worries, slithered a swift hand around her waist, making sure she was comfortable. And Amanda wasn’t going to admit it, but she felt a little better. Walking into the house was a different story. Parents and grandparents holding little children on their laps, pets running around the house and all over the place seemed to overwhelm Amanda at first, but then after a few hellos and introductions as “the fiancee”, Amanda found herself swirling with greetings. She finally caught her breath as Nick told her to sit down on a nearby love seat and he was going to get them a glass of champagne. Amanda could feel the love seat shift next to her, and after looking over to her left she met the eyes of a familiar person that she knew other than Mrs. Jonas, Nick’s mother. “Happy holidays Mrs. Jonas.” Amanda said politely. Mrs. Jonas flashed her a genuine, happy smile, “Same to you sweetheart. You seem to be all over the place now that you’re with Nick. Man, that boy never slows down. I mean look at him now; he totally pivoted directions from going to get you a refreshment.” As soon as she said that, Amanda’s head twirled to find Nick. And when she did, she saw him sitting on the couch across from her, cuddling and toying with a blonde baby boy, probably a cousin or nephew, Amanda assumed. What she didn’t know was that her heart coated with love and amazement. Seeing Nick play with kids was not only encouraging, but invigorating to her. Nick looked up from the boy’s blue eyes and instantly locked with Amanda with a goofy grin that said ‘Can we keep him?’

“Why are you so nervous? It’s just a Christmas party.” Nick said nonchalantly towards Amanda who clearly showed every nervous emotion. It was stitched onto her face, so evident that Nick, the obviously observant one, caught onto it. Amanda folded her arms over her chest and shrugged uncomfortably, gazing at the door she would walk into and wondering what was on the other side, “Maybe because this is your family? Maybe it’s because they’ll hate me? Maybe because I’m not a Jonas? A foreigner? A stranger?” Amanda was good at questions, there was no doubt about that, but Nick couldn’t believe the doubt he was hearing. “You’re my fiancee, Amanda, there’s no way that they could hate someone I’m going to marry.” Amanda shrugged again. She’s always been skeptical, but this was new territory. Nick, to try and ease her worries, slithered a swift hand around her waist, making sure she was comfortable. And Amanda wasn’t going to admit it, but she felt a little better. Walking into the house was a different story. Parents and grandparents holding little children on their laps, pets running around the house and all over the place seemed to overwhelm Amanda at first, but then after a few hellos and introductions as “the fiancee”, Amanda found herself swirling with greetings. She finally caught her breath as Nick told her to sit down on a nearby love seat and he was going to get them a glass of champagne. Amanda could feel the love seat shift next to her, and after looking over to her left she met the eyes of a familiar person that she knew other than Mrs. Jonas, Nick’s mother. “Happy holidays Mrs. Jonas.” Amanda said politely. Mrs. Jonas flashed her a genuine, happy smile, “Same to you sweetheart. You seem to be all over the place now that you’re with Nick. Man, that boy never slows down. I mean look at him now; he totally pivoted directions from going to get you a refreshment.” As soon as she said that, Amanda’s head twirled to find Nick. And when she did, she saw him sitting on the couch across from her, cuddling and toying with a blonde baby boy, probably a cousin or nephew, Amanda assumed. What she didn’t know was that her heart coated with love and amazement. Seeing Nick play with kids was not only encouraging, but invigorating to her. Nick looked up from the boy’s blue eyes and instantly locked with Amanda with a goofy grin that said ‘Can we keep him?’

Using her pinky to pop an unusually large bubble, Allie swirled her finger around the large amount of bubbles that she had filled in the tub before running hot water over it. She curled the towel tighter around her waist upon hearing a light knock at the door. She swallowed, quickly becoming nervous because she knew that Joe would walk through the door any moment, seeing something he had only twice before. When Joe opened the door, shock covered his face to see both the running water and Allie dressed in nothing but a towel, “I um…I figured that since you had to go write songs all day and that I had to be a hostess all day that you and I could use a hot bath.” She didn’t know why all of a sudden she had grown nervous, but seeing Joe’s easy smile calmed her nerves. And as if someone had turned play on a stop motion movie, Joe’s clothes seemed to peel off of him like dead petals falling onto a hard wood table. There was nothing standing between Joe and Allie except the towel she had clinging around her chest. Joe’s big paw toyed at the wrap, knowing that in a minute it would be on the ground. And with a swift twitch, the towel lay on the floor at her feet, the coldness of the bathroom enveloping her in such a swift way that goosebumps sprinkled over her body. Joe stepped in the bathtub first, holding Allie’s hand as she stepped in also. With all nervousness feelings aside, Joe made the move to sponge a very loving kiss to the top of Allie’s forehead, only to be interrupted by a tiny white squirt gun being held in Allie’s hand, “Pew.” she said, void of all seriousness. And to mix their laughter, Joe quickly snatched the squirt gun and started spraying merciless shots of water onto Allie’s face, not bothering to hear her merciless begging and pleading to stop.

Using her pinky to pop an unusually large bubble, Allie swirled her finger around the large amount of bubbles that she had filled in the tub before running hot water over it. She curled the towel tighter around her waist upon hearing a light knock at the door. She swallowed, quickly becoming nervous because she knew that Joe would walk through the door any moment, seeing something he had only twice before. When Joe opened the door, shock covered his face to see both the running water and Allie dressed in nothing but a towel, “I um…I figured that since you had to go write songs all day and that I had to be a hostess all day that you and I could use a hot bath.” She didn’t know why all of a sudden she had grown nervous, but seeing Joe’s easy smile calmed her nerves. And as if someone had turned play on a stop motion movie, Joe’s clothes seemed to peel off of him like dead petals falling onto a hard wood table. There was nothing standing between Joe and Allie except the towel she had clinging around her chest. Joe’s big paw toyed at the wrap, knowing that in a minute it would be on the ground. And with a swift twitch, the towel lay on the floor at her feet, the coldness of the bathroom enveloping her in such a swift way that goosebumps sprinkled over her body. Joe stepped in the bathtub first, holding Allie’s hand as she stepped in also. With all nervousness feelings aside, Joe made the move to sponge a very loving kiss to the top of Allie’s forehead, only to be interrupted by a tiny white squirt gun being held in Allie’s hand, “Pew.” she said, void of all seriousness. And to mix their laughter, Joe quickly snatched the squirt gun and started spraying merciless shots of water onto Allie’s face, not bothering to hear her merciless begging and pleading to stop.

Joe’s ears picked up a familiar sound, and upon looking at the door he looked up just in time to see a familiar face appear through the door. “Anyone home?” she asked looking at Joe’s soft smile. She clicked her tongue approvingly as she swung her hips around the open door. The click of the door permeated the quiet room as Joe’s eyes gazed onto the paper’s he was holding onto, and in a panic mode, he suddenly shoved them under his large sweater he was wearing in hopes that she wouldn’t notice. And for a moment, he thought she didn’t. “Why are you home alone on this glorious winter day?” she asked, climbing across his extended legs and curling over his body. Joe felt the soft, homey feeling of her cheek fitting into the nape of his neck and shrugged, “I dunno. Snow gets old sometimes.” he replied. And in return she scoffed, and knowing her, Joe could sense that he was covering something up. And much to Joe’s dismay, he could already feel her fingers play with the hem of his sweater. “Please don’t.” he groaned. She giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder to straddle his hips, gently pawing down his chest, purring, “Secrets, secrets are no fun unless they’re shared with everyone.” Joe rolled his eyes, trying not to let her touch ignite something else, “Shut up.” But still she remained persistent in the search for the paper’s Joe so easily hid, and after nearly finding it, Joe grabbed her wrists in one swift motion, keeping them held with one hand and throwing her over until they switched places, “You don’t tease me baby, that’s my job.” And he slowly began to sprinkle an array of kisses everywhere but her lips, earning sounds from her that he hadn’t heard before.

Joe’s ears picked up a familiar sound, and upon looking at the door he looked up just in time to see a familiar face appear through the door. “Anyone home?” she asked looking at Joe’s soft smile. She clicked her tongue approvingly as she swung her hips around the open door. The click of the door permeated the quiet room as Joe’s eyes gazed onto the paper’s he was holding onto, and in a panic mode, he suddenly shoved them under his large sweater he was wearing in hopes that she wouldn’t notice. And for a moment, he thought she didn’t. “Why are you home alone on this glorious winter day?” she asked, climbing across his extended legs and curling over his body. Joe felt the soft, homey feeling of her cheek fitting into the nape of his neck and shrugged, “I dunno. Snow gets old sometimes.” he replied. And in return she scoffed, and knowing her, Joe could sense that he was covering something up. And much to Joe’s dismay, he could already feel her fingers play with the hem of his sweater. “Please don’t.” he groaned. She giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder to straddle his hips, gently pawing down his chest, purring, “Secrets, secrets are no fun unless they’re shared with everyone.” Joe rolled his eyes, trying not to let her touch ignite something else, “Shut up.” But still she remained persistent in the search for the paper’s Joe so easily hid, and after nearly finding it, Joe grabbed her wrists in one swift motion, keeping them held with one hand and throwing her over until they switched places, “You don’t tease me baby, that’s my job.” And he slowly began to sprinkle an array of kisses everywhere but her lips, earning sounds from her that he hadn’t heard before.

The vibrating guitar strings brought Nick into one of those long, hard thinking trances. After stepping off the plane, he had been struck completely with nerves, knowing that in a few hours there would be an extreme change in his life. But for right now, this is what he needed—to get it down on paper and out of his head. It was like water draining from the pipe when Nick picked up his guitar. He could finish songs in minutes with no flaws. Slipping note after note into the air, Nick could barely hear his name being called above his trance. “Nick!” He shook his head, clamping his fingers on the strings and looking to his left, seeing Kevin leaning against the doorway, “I know you’re nervous.” Nick swallowed, “Why would you say that?” Kevin pushed himself off of the door and stood with his arms crossed, looking down on his brother and smiling, “Proposing is a big deal, Nick, there’s no way you can’t not be nervous.” Nick sighed, running his free hand over his tired face and hoping Kevin wouldn’t notice. “I just…I’m scared to death that she’ll either say no, or not love me enough back to marry me. I…I don’t know…it’s so stupid.” He shook his head and tried not to think that way. Kevin clicked his tongue, shaking his head ridiculously towards his little brother, “Lucy can’t and won’t say no. One, because you two have been dating for what? Five years? Yeah five years. That’s more than enough love to last a life time. I can guarentee that she’ll say yes in a heartbeat, if not a blink of an eye. You have nothing, and I do mean nothing, to worry about, bro. Just as long as you don’t forget the ring…that’s the important part.” Nick had always looked up to Kevin relationship wise, but he never new how much of a role model he could be. Numbing his nerves, Nick pushed the guitar aside, jumped off the bed, and then ran towards the door after swiping up his car keys. “Hey Nick?” Kevin piped up before shutting the door. “Yeah?” Nick replied, looking back. Kevin tossed a little black box in Nick’s direction, in which he caught, “You might need that if you want to propose correctly.” Nick chuckled, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, bro.” Nick waved to Kevin goodbye, and all was silent again. Except for the pounding in Nick’s heart as he jogged down the stairs of the hotel, bringing him one step closer to his long awaited future.

The vibrating guitar strings brought Nick into one of those long, hard thinking trances. After stepping off the plane, he had been struck completely with nerves, knowing that in a few hours there would be an extreme change in his life. But for right now, this is what he needed—to get it down on paper and out of his head. It was like water draining from the pipe when Nick picked up his guitar. He could finish songs in minutes with no flaws. Slipping note after note into the air, Nick could barely hear his name being called above his trance. “Nick!” He shook his head, clamping his fingers on the strings and looking to his left, seeing Kevin leaning against the doorway, “I know you’re nervous.” Nick swallowed, “Why would you say that?” Kevin pushed himself off of the door and stood with his arms crossed, looking down on his brother and smiling, “Proposing is a big deal, Nick, there’s no way you can’t not be nervous.” Nick sighed, running his free hand over his tired face and hoping Kevin wouldn’t notice. “I just…I’m scared to death that she’ll either say no, or not love me enough back to marry me. I…I don’t know…it’s so stupid.” He shook his head and tried not to think that way. Kevin clicked his tongue, shaking his head ridiculously towards his little brother, “Lucy can’t and won’t say no. One, because you two have been dating for what? Five years? Yeah five years. That’s more than enough love to last a life time. I can guarentee that she’ll say yes in a heartbeat, if not a blink of an eye. You have nothing, and I do mean nothing, to worry about, bro. Just as long as you don’t forget the ring…that’s the important part.” Nick had always looked up to Kevin relationship wise, but he never new how much of a role model he could be. Numbing his nerves, Nick pushed the guitar aside, jumped off the bed, and then ran towards the door after swiping up his car keys. “Hey Nick?” Kevin piped up before shutting the door. “Yeah?” Nick replied, looking back. Kevin tossed a little black box in Nick’s direction, in which he caught, “You might need that if you want to propose correctly.” Nick chuckled, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, bro.” Nick waved to Kevin goodbye, and all was silent again. Except for the pounding in Nick’s heart as he jogged down the stairs of the hotel, bringing him one step closer to his long awaited future.

“You should really tell me what we’re doing before I have a panic attack.” she said sternly. Nick chuckled, thinking of the most wittiest come back that anyone could have come up with, “We’re waiting for the car.” Chelsea groaned, trying her hardest not to slap Nick on the shoulder and scream, demanding on what they were going to do. She never really liked surprises, so naturally waiting in high anticipation after coming off of a long flight wasn’t on her list of favorite things. “Nicholas…” She whined. Nick looked at her with a cocked head and a raised eyebrow, one of those looks that usually gets her to be quiet. But, knowing how persistent she is, Nick slipped his plump fingers into her own, threading them tightly and then putting it to rest on her hip, pulling them closer. As much as this usually gets her to be quiet, she couldn’t stop. She had to know what was going on at all costs or it freaked her out. And Nick, knowing exactly how she ticks, did the exact opposite. “Sometimes I question why I love you.” she said. Nick rolled his eyes when he saw the headlights of his desired Mustang come through the airport pick up line. Chelsea looked in the direction he was looking in and sharply sighed, “So we just waited for your Mustang?” Nick let a dark chuckle rumble through his lips, “Not exactly.” “Oh my god I hate you.” she groaned, getting angrier at the second. Nick quickly stepped in, pressing a lovely kiss to her temple, and telling her not to worry. But he knew that saying the exact words ‘don’t worry’ would make her worry. So instead, he tried something different. “Just get in the car and live a little.” he said as he took his spot in the driver’s seat. Chelsea sighed annoyingly, rolling her eyes. Nick wasn’t about to find out how much this was turning her on to be with a mysterious fiend, but he’ll never know. “I love you Chels.” he said wholeheartedly. She rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“You should really tell me what we’re doing before I have a panic attack.” she said sternly. Nick chuckled, thinking of the most wittiest come back that anyone could have come up with, “We’re waiting for the car.” Chelsea groaned, trying her hardest not to slap Nick on the shoulder and scream, demanding on what they were going to do. She never really liked surprises, so naturally waiting in high anticipation after coming off of a long flight wasn’t on her list of favorite things. “Nicholas…” She whined. Nick looked at her with a cocked head and a raised eyebrow, one of those looks that usually gets her to be quiet. But, knowing how persistent she is, Nick slipped his plump fingers into her own, threading them tightly and then putting it to rest on her hip, pulling them closer. As much as this usually gets her to be quiet, she couldn’t stop. She had to know what was going on at all costs or it freaked her out. And Nick, knowing exactly how she ticks, did the exact opposite. “Sometimes I question why I love you.” she said. Nick rolled his eyes when he saw the headlights of his desired Mustang come through the airport pick up line. Chelsea looked in the direction he was looking in and sharply sighed, “So we just waited for your Mustang?” Nick let a dark chuckle rumble through his lips, “Not exactly.” “Oh my god I hate you.” she groaned, getting angrier at the second. Nick quickly stepped in, pressing a lovely kiss to her temple, and telling her not to worry. But he knew that saying the exact words ‘don’t worry’ would make her worry. So instead, he tried something different. “Just get in the car and live a little.” he said as he took his spot in the driver’s seat. Chelsea sighed annoyingly, rolling her eyes. Nick wasn’t about to find out how much this was turning her on to be with a mysterious fiend, but he’ll never know. “I love you Chels.” he said wholeheartedly. She rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

Nick walked solemnly into his apartment, feeling a couple of words bounce around in his head. He knew that he either had to get them out of his head and on paper or it would drive him nuts. But as soon as his tired, brown eyes stitched onto a familiar green ones, he froze. “Melanie?” he questioned. The nervous girl flipped her curls around her shoulder, giving him an impish smile, “Um…hi?” Nick was surrounded, trapped, even though it was just one person in the room. But it wasn’t just one person. It was Melanie. The one who walked away from him after going off to fulfill a dream on Broadway, leaving Nick broken-hearted on stage as Marius. Needless to say that he never bounced back from that, and every day since he’s been a walking travesty ever since. “Wha…what are you doing here?” he asked. Melanie stood erect from the couch she was sitting on and swallowed her nerves. Nick pressed his back against the door he just walked through, becoming instantly afraid of what was going on. Did Kevin and Joe do this to get back at him? Or was it someone else? Who would do something so evil. “Um…” she started softly, “I know that it’s not my place to apologize for what I did to you, and I don’t expect you do reply or forgive me but um…I’m sorry for leaving you when you really needed me. And I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the perfect girlfriend to you, you know, supporting your dreams…” Melanie stopped speaking to walk dangerously close to Nick, making his breath climb in his throat, like she was a feral feline about to rip his heart out…again. Melanie gave one last look into his dark brown eyes and slowly, softly, leaned towards him to give him one of the most sincere kisses she could ever muster. Nick pulled away immediately, sensing something wasn’t right and he stood there, trying to think of anything to say, but silence was all he could come up with. He swallowed, and then immediately threw his original conscience out of the window as he kissed Melanie again, releasing all the feelings he missed showing her.

Nick walked solemnly into his apartment, feeling a couple of words bounce around in his head. He knew that he either had to get them out of his head and on paper or it would drive him nuts. But as soon as his tired, brown eyes stitched onto a familiar green ones, he froze. “Melanie?” he questioned. The nervous girl flipped her curls around her shoulder, giving him an impish smile, “Um…hi?” Nick was surrounded, trapped, even though it was just one person in the room. But it wasn’t just one person. It was Melanie. The one who walked away from him after going off to fulfill a dream on Broadway, leaving Nick broken-hearted on stage as Marius. Needless to say that he never bounced back from that, and every day since he’s been a walking travesty ever since. “Wha…what are you doing here?” he asked. Melanie stood erect from the couch she was sitting on and swallowed her nerves. Nick pressed his back against the door he just walked through, becoming instantly afraid of what was going on. Did Kevin and Joe do this to get back at him? Or was it someone else? Who would do something so evil. “Um…” she started softly, “I know that it’s not my place to apologize for what I did to you, and I don’t expect you do reply or forgive me but um…I’m sorry for leaving you when you really needed me. And I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the perfect girlfriend to you, you know, supporting your dreams…” Melanie stopped speaking to walk dangerously close to Nick, making his breath climb in his throat, like she was a feral feline about to rip his heart out…again. Melanie gave one last look into his dark brown eyes and slowly, softly, leaned towards him to give him one of the most sincere kisses she could ever muster. Nick pulled away immediately, sensing something wasn’t right and he stood there, trying to think of anything to say, but silence was all he could come up with. He swallowed, and then immediately threw his original conscience out of the window as he kissed Melanie again, releasing all the feelings he missed showing her.

Sighing into a comfy couch, Nick placed the laptop in front of him. The anticipation coated him in a fit of nerves as he opened up Skype on his computer, knowing that in a few minutes he’d be talking to the one person he misses more than anything. It’s been a couple of months since they’ve been apart, and even after being together for four months Nick now knows his true feelings. Her icon popped up on his computer and upon clicking her name, the camera on his screen popped up to show a vacant wall. He laughed when he heard a faint gasp, and like a vision from heaven, she sat down in front of the computer which lighted up Nick’s world. “Hi!” she stated happily. For someone who he was missing for a while, she seemed to take this whole things lightly… “Well you seem happy.” Nick observed. The girl flashed a smile and shrugged, “I miss you…so naturally I was happy to know that you were able to call. How is the city over the pond?” she asked. Nick ran a hand through his curls and nodded, “It’s amazing over here, Jen, you need to come some day. It’s almost as beautiful as you.” Nearly a couple thousand miles apart, and Nick was still amazed to see her blush. “Oh stop.” she said, swatting off his compliment. They fell into the easiest of conversations, one thing that Nick had been afraid of because of being extremely far away. He even played her a new song he had been working on, including his muse in the new city he was in. When thirty minutes rolled around into an hour and a half, Nick’s father signaled that he had to be leaving soon. “Duty calls?” Jen questioned. Nick nodded, a somber look covering on his face. Jen gave a bright smile on her side of the computer, “Well don’t sweat it, you can call me whenever you can. I’ll still be here.” Nick looked up at the screen, hoping to God that she wasn’t lying. “Alright well…I gotta go. I love you.” Nick froze. They hadn’t gotten to the ‘I love you’ stage yet, but Nick had been harboring those feelings for quite a while, so Jen was instantly wide eyed, “What? Was that a ‘like’ or ‘love?’” Nick swallowed his fear that crept into his throat and tried to make it seem as if it were something easy, “Um…love?” he said. And Jen replied the easiest response, causing Nick to sigh into a happy demeanor, “That’s what I thought. I love you too.”

Sighing into a comfy couch, Nick placed the laptop in front of him. The anticipation coated him in a fit of nerves as he opened up Skype on his computer, knowing that in a few minutes he’d be talking to the one person he misses more than anything. It’s been a couple of months since they’ve been apart, and even after being together for four months Nick now knows his true feelings. Her icon popped up on his computer and upon clicking her name, the camera on his screen popped up to show a vacant wall. He laughed when he heard a faint gasp, and like a vision from heaven, she sat down in front of the computer which lighted up Nick’s world. “Hi!” she stated happily. For someone who he was missing for a while, she seemed to take this whole things lightly… “Well you seem happy.” Nick observed. The girl flashed a smile and shrugged, “I miss you…so naturally I was happy to know that you were able to call. How is the city over the pond?” she asked. Nick ran a hand through his curls and nodded, “It’s amazing over here, Jen, you need to come some day. It’s almost as beautiful as you.” Nearly a couple thousand miles apart, and Nick was still amazed to see her blush. “Oh stop.” she said, swatting off his compliment. They fell into the easiest of conversations, one thing that Nick had been afraid of because of being extremely far away. He even played her a new song he had been working on, including his muse in the new city he was in. When thirty minutes rolled around into an hour and a half, Nick’s father signaled that he had to be leaving soon. “Duty calls?” Jen questioned. Nick nodded, a somber look covering on his face. Jen gave a bright smile on her side of the computer, “Well don’t sweat it, you can call me whenever you can. I’ll still be here.” Nick looked up at the screen, hoping to God that she wasn’t lying. “Alright well…I gotta go. I love you.” Nick froze. They hadn’t gotten to the ‘I love you’ stage yet, but Nick had been harboring those feelings for quite a while, so Jen was instantly wide eyed, “What? Was that a ‘like’ or ‘love?’” Nick swallowed his fear that crept into his throat and tried to make it seem as if it were something easy, “Um…love?” he said. And Jen replied the easiest response, causing Nick to sigh into a happy demeanor, “That’s what I thought. I love you too.”

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