Pieces Of Rainbow

Nick's POV:

I awoke to my alarm on my blackberry making bird noises and other naturistic sounds. I rolled over and shut it off. I sat up and my life started to become a blur again. I felt so awful for not telling Rosmy how I truly felt, I mean through a song it meant the most but then I backed out and she could of then thought the song meant nothing. But it didn't mean nothing. It meant something, it meant alot. She has no idea how much she means to me. All of a sudden, I was ripped away from my daydream at my mom at the door, "Rise & shine sweetie!"
"'K Mom." I rubbed my eyes and went over to my wardrobe, I knew the interviews are going to be tough today... but then I can prove to Rosmy that I really do love her, and .... I mean it.

Rosmy's POV:

I woke up, took a lovely shower in my on suite and got dressed up (well, I put on a thick checkered shirt with my black leggings and black flats)
Curled my hair, straightened my fringe & did my make-up, tried to be a subtle as I could, but I'm me, so I took my eyeliner and did some flicks like Winehouse and went into the hall.

Kevin's POV:

"Woah, sorry Kevin." She bumped into me and frowned. She didn't look as happy as yesterday, did Nick say something to her? She looked really cute anyways.
"It's ok, come and have breakfast." So I took her to the kitchen and we ate cereal together in silence on the stools. I finally asked her,
"Hey sweetie?" She looked at me, half-smiling. "I've got to tell you... you're one special girl." She blinked. "I mean, Nick would never do that for a girl, especially in public like that... you really mean alot to him..." She bit her lip and pursed her lips and looked down, then up, then down again, and then her eyes finally met mine, she was tearing up.
"Kevin," her voice wobbled, "You and your family are amazing. You have made me so happy, and Nick put the cherry on top last night but... I think it was just for last night. I don't think it's a here, there and everywhere thing." I couldn't believe what she was saying, Nick LOVED her. Where was all this coming from? By now, her face had gone all red and tears were falling so fast, dripping off her face, I felt so awful... why couldn't she see she was a great person? She was pretty, funny, helpful, sweet, kind, understanding, passionate and just great. Nick wanted her bad, and she couldn't see that? Nick's definitely done something.

Joe's POV:

She was crying in the kitchen, I saw Kevin put his arm round her. I rushed over to her, I thought of her as a little sister and I couldn't bare to see her cry. "Hey, little darlin' what's wrong?" I stroked her head as Kevin hugged her. "Dude, I think Nick backed out of something, she doesn't think... you know... he ..." Kevin twisted his head, cocking it backward and then toward Rosmy. I nodded. This was crazy, she was perfect for Nick, she brought out his outgoing side and they looked so good together. That day when she was wrapped around his waist, it looked like a movie... She withdrew from Kevin and took a deep breath. "I'm gunna go and redo my make-up." She shuddered and walked sadly out of the kitchen. "Dude, what do you think Nick said?" I wasn't going to let this happen, she needed this dream of hers to happen and if Nick was just toying with her I swear, I'll open a can whoop-ass.

Nick's POV:

After my brother's interrogation, I decided it was definitely a good idea to broadcast my love for Rosmy in the interviews. It would show her I wasn't afraid and I meant it. Not only that, in the least materialistic way it can be said.. it'll also give her good publicity before she hits the A-list... there's no way she's going into the business and not becoming an a-lister in less than a year, she's way too beautiful and eventhough I hadn't heard her sing, I could just tell she'd be talented.

The first interview, she sat across the room watching and listening, Ryan Seacrest.... now I've had relationship talk with him before and it didn't go so well.

"So Joe, Nick, now Kevin's enagaged are you like nervous or worried about who gets married next or who's gunna be left single or what, what are you guys looking for in a girl right now, or is there anyone in your life right now who you would date.. or what?" Ok, so Joe smiles and answers, "Erm, as of right now I am single. But I love a girl who is outgoing, a bit crazy, fun and sweet. So yeah." Rosmy smiled. Ryan nods and then turns to me, "Nick?" I smiled and spoke out confidently and almost as if I was reciting a speech,
"Well Ryan," everyone giggled, "I look for a fun, sweet, passionate and determind girl who is willing to do anything and everything, she isn't afraid to express herself, with her clothes or her make-up or actions. She should be easy to get along with and just an awesome girl." Rosmy shifted in her seat, smiling but not really showing anything else.
"Have you found this girl? She seems pretty specific." Ryan looks at Rosmy, looking from her colourful shoes to her curly backcombed hair. I grinned, "Yes, I have." The whole room gasped and whispered, Joe and Kevin just smiled at me. Even Ryan looked shocked, I'd finally given him a straight answer and he didn't know what to say. Suddenly hundreds of girls from outside the studio thundered with high-pitched screams and gasps and a couple were crying. I didn't care, they couldn't all have me, I've found my girl and I'd just broadcasted my love for her to the world. I looked over at Rosmy. She looked straight at me for the first time today and smiled, her teeth gleaming. After the interview ended I went over to her and she looked up at me.
"You really mean it?" She asked, her brown eyes glittering.
"With all my heart." I smiled back at her. I opened my arms and I scooped her up. My ears were filled with screams and shouting, but I didn't care. She was my girl. And by the end of today, everyone would know.

Rosmy's POV:

I loved him? Yes, yes I did. Does that mean, Nick Jonas is my boyfriend now. "So, does this mean we're an item?" I blinked at him, his gorgeous curls just falling over his face. We were forehead to forehead, he smiled and looked into my eyes. "Do you want to be?"
I nodded, smiling and our faces creased against each others from grinning and he lifted me up, gripping me so tightly. He grabbed my sides a little and squeezed them, I let out a half-scream half-giggle.
"Sorry girlfriend." He grinned at me. I laughed.
"It's ok boyfriend." I kissed his nose and he did the same and he threw me round his body and carried me piggyback out of the studio. The camera's went crazy. He wasn't afraid to show his love, I believed him, and soon, the whole world would know that I'm Nick's girl, and he's my boy...
My life was piecing itself back together again.

Nick's POV:

Through the rest of the concert I was on a complete high, but it all felt like a complete blur, everything felt perfect. But it felt too much like a dream.
As me and my brothers packed up and started to head for our home in L.A. a few miles away, our parents came down the hall. Dad patted me on the shoulder, "You really did good tonight.." He wandered off down the corridor, then mom whispered as she started to open one of the unused backstage rooms, "Hey boys, take a look at this."
We all sighed sweetly at the sight of Rosmy and Frankie leaning sleepily on one another. "So, who are you carrying?" Joe said looking at me. I punched him softly, "Hey dude, don't."
"I wasn't being like that. You know I'm proud of you, what you did out there tonight. You're the man." I smiled,
"Thanks bro." We nodded at each other. Ah, brothers.
Kevin walked over and slipped Frankie into his arms and that made Rosmy fall dozily full spread over the couch. We all laughed quietly.

Joe's POV:

Nick walked over to Rosmy and lifted her into his arms, I joked, "Yeah dude, don't worry about, I'll carry my pride home tonight."
Everyone laughed.
When we got out to the bus, and drove home my head filled with questions. What were the headlines going to be like tomorrow? How is Rosmy going to take it? How is Nick going to take it? Will he regret it? Will the media start to hate Rosmy already? What will happen at the party? Will their be an argument? Will Rosmy be able to handle it?

Kevin's POV:

When we reached home, I immediately put Frankie to bed and walked past the room that was vacant for Rosmy, I watched as Nick laid her down. I think he loved her, like alot. It's usually hard for Nick to fall in love, it usually takes time. But I guess because she was so easy to get along with, I guess he fell for her straight away. She was like a little sister to me already, and I would not let anything bad happen to her, I was worried about this party. In three days, she'd be a sitting duck, but the Disney family are great and few are that nasty and selfish so hopefully everything would go well. Anyway, it had to be special. I would never forgive myself if she got hurt.

Nick's POV:

She looked so beautiful, even when asleep. She didn't snore, but made weird noises like when a baby tries to talk, little grumbles I guess. As I put her down on the bed, I heard Kevin in the hall, without turning around I whispered softly, "Hey dude,"
"Yeah?" Kevin whispered back,
"I think...I...I think I love her." I then felt an arm on my shoulder,
"Hey man, love is a strong word..." I had to say how I felt.
"I know. But I really think I do. I'm not sure if she wants it too, but now she knows and I feel a bit guilty..." I bent my head.
"About what?" Kevin looked at me,
"Well, what if something happens. To her, I mean, I'd never forgive myself. The party, what if..."
Kevin shook his head, "As long as she's with us or one of our close friends or our parents, she's fine. At that party, if she wants it too, make sure you show her off, girls love that. Show your not afraid of letting everyone know she's YOUR girl, and that no one else can stop that... for now anyways."
I nodded, agreeing with everything. But what did he mean by 'for now', so I asked. "Dude, what do you mean, 'for now'?"
"Well, you can't be certain it will last forever, you're just teenagers and anything could happen in a year. I think you let her know though, but for now, leave it for tomorrow." He rubbed my shoulder comfortingly and he left the room.
I looked back at her, staring at her hair that was sprawled across her face and the pillows. I leant in to kiss her goodnight, when her eyes flickered open sleepily. She groaned, way to ruin the moment Rosmy!
"Nick?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. I pulled the hair out of her face.
"Yeah?" I looked into her mesmerising eyes, she's got to be an expert on hypnosis, she's got me in a trance I swear.
She grumbled a little more. "Thank you. Thank for tonight..."
I smiled, on the inside my emotions bubbled ready to burst and shout out 'I love you Rosmy!' but I had to control it.
"No problem." I stuttered out, ugh, I'm such a dork. She suddenly grabbed my hands and squeezed them tight, "Thank you, so... so much." She was half-asleep and didn't know what she was saying, then a tear trickled down her face. I stroked her cheek,
"Hey, hey... sssh, don't cry. It's ok. No, thank you." She sat up, more awake now.
"Nick, you and your family have done more than enough for me... I can't stay here..." I was so confused.
"Of course you can! Look, we don't mind one bit. You are like family, eventhough we've only known you for like, just over a day... Rosmy, you are amazing."
She smiled and then said huskily, "Don't judge me too quickly, I do have some disadvantages when you take me on..."
I looked at her and then grinned, "Well, I think I could deal with any of your 'disadvantages.'" She laughed, she was so cute.
"Well, I hope so." I felt excited and nervous at the same time.
"What do you mean? Your gonna stick around?" She nodded and then looked up at me. Suddenly, my mouth started to live independently and I tried to stop it, "I lo..lov...like you." She looked confused. Oh shit. Girl's hate it when you back out. God, I'm such a jerk. "I...like you too." She replied, but her voice didn't sound fully committed to the words she was saying and I could tell she was upset.
"Well, I better go... get some sleep, we've got some interviews in the morning ... you wanna come?" She blinked, and then nodded.
"Sure..." I nodded at her and then left the room. I'm an idiot. A total freakin' idiot.

Rosmy's POV:

So Nick Jonas 'liked' me. That's something I should say more excitedly I guess but... I was so sure that.... oh whatever. I'm being selfish and ungrateful. He made my heart melt, he made my soul ooze out of every crevice I had... don't even go there ok?
He made me feel, so special. Especially on that stage. He showed me off to the world, I felt like royalty.
I was so tired. I put my head on the pillow and fell straight to sleep.
I guess I'd leave my feelings till morning.

Nick's POV:

She looked great in anything. And I mean everything. She loved bright colours and anything that was different, she stood out for good reasons. I love a girl who's not afraid to go a bit out-there and express her personality like that. I think we looked quite funny as we walked out of every store, gradually holding more and more girl shopping bags. When we had finished I thought we could introduce Rosmy to Demi. I could tell they'd get along really well.

Rosmy POV:

The guys introduced me to Demi Lovato. Yes, the Demi Lovato. I said happy birthday and then Nick told her it was my birthday yesterday. We had a chat about what had happened, it was obvious the guys thought alot of Demi, and so they should, she is amazing. Then, when the conversation hit dead air, Demi piped up, "Hey, do you wanna have like, a conjoined party? That way you could meet everyone from like the Disney family and all of our friends and that'll get you a head start before you start making your way up the ladder of superstardom." I giggled,
"That sounds like an awesome idea." It was weird how they all assumed I could be famous and be this and be that, it all seemed too easy around them.
The guys nodded and we arranged the details and in four days I would be partying with the stars.
Then Joe got a call, after he'd finished he smiled, "Hey Rosmy?"
I whipped my head round, I grinned, "Yeah?"
"How would you feel experiencing your first Jonas Brother's Concert?" My heart beat so fast. "I like the sound of that!"
Demi laughed, and as we left she shouted, "Have fun guys!"

When we got to the 'secret venue' I stopped to take it all in. The set, the lights, the stage. Oh, the stage.

Kevin's POV:

It was obvious Nick had a thing for Rosmy, none of us had said anything to him though. But what I wasn't expecting, is for Nick to tell us more publicly than ever before.

Rosmy's POV:

I watched from the side of the front row, trying to act as everyone around me. But knowing that I'd been with them merely an hour before, it just felt like a dream. Then Nick spoke into the mike, pulling me from my daydream of wonder, "Erm, we just got back from England actually and we met an amazing girl, one of the most passionate people I've met in my life," My heart went wild, I felt tears in my eyes again and I wiped them away furiously. I can't believe he's talking about me, he would never, he's not that... oh my god. I was so busy racking my brains for some sort of composure, Nick had begun making his way over to me. He continued, "Her name is Rosmy, and I want to dedicate this song to her." Tears ran down my face and I saw a hand reaching down for me, the girls around me screamed and respectfully parted as Nick lifted me with one arm out of the crowd and pulled me on stage. I swear I was going to faint. He walked me to a stool and then began to sing.

Joe's POV:

I was so happy. Nick has never been this confident about telling a girl he likes her, and this way through music was perfect.
He deserved her, and she deserved him. I could see her lit up face streaming with tears, she was a very emotional person, but that evokes the best feelings in people. Someone passionate, someone caring. But I had no idea what was coming next.

Nick's POV:

I couldn't quite believe I was doing it myself. "Hello Beautiful, how's it goin', I hear it's wonderful, in England..." I took her hand, "I've been missing you, it's true." My feelings were incredible, I've never been this confident, ever. Especially with someone like her. As I sung, I got closer and closer to her, and my forehead rested on hers. And I opened my eyes on the last note and she looked right at me. I hope she wanted this too, and even if she didn't, she now knew how I felt. But I soon realised she was grateful, she whispered, "Thank you, Nick."
I put my arms around her and she did the same and we stood there, infront of thousands of fans, holding each other. She pulled away, and even with tears down her face, she looked beautiful.
Joe breathed into microphone and then low-fived Kevin's hand and they nodded at me as if to say, 'good job bro.'
I looked at her and led her offstage with Big Rob, all the while we couldn't take our eyes off each other. She was the one, 99.9% sure.

Rosmy's POV:

As I came off stage my body was filled with so many emotions it was unreal, Frankie ran into me and hugged me. I put my arms around him, stroking his brown locks. "Nick thinks you're special." I giggled,
"You think so Frankie?"
"I know so, he'd never do that for ANYONE else." I believed him, the Bonus Jonas had me so happy beyond belief.
"Your brothers are amazing out there." I said, calming the situation.
"And so will you be soon." He looked up at me and smiled.
I playfully punched him on the shoulder, "I love you." I bent down and hugged him.
"Will you be my sister?" He blinked at me. I smiled,
"Of course Frankie." He smiled.
We sat down on a couch in a backstage room and just sat there in listening to the faint sounds of screaming and singing. Frankie started to drop off and he leant his head against my shoulder. I leant mine against his, and before I knew it, I'd fallen asleep. I guess now, I was ready for anything.

Kevin's POV:

I was worried about her. She already felt like a little sister, a very intelligent, funny and determined little sister. The entertainment industry is the toughest in the business, and she was such a sweetheart I was afraid she would could pushed around, used and be taken advantage of. I wouldn't want anything like that to happen to her, she's so young and with the greatest respect, to be seen with us, she could get bashed and targeted by the media. So my family and I made a truce. We would protect her with our lives, and make sure she really wants to do this when we reach the U.S.

Joe's POV:

She was great, she fit in so well with our family, and she was already beginning to feel like a little sister. We were coming out of the airport and I grabbed Rosmy's hand, and Nick held her other one. "Don't worry," Rosmy turned to me. "I know what to expect." I hope she did, it was going to be crazy, everyone knew about our quick trip overseas and then back again and it's always.. scream, scream, scream. I don't understand, do people normally communicate like that? Because I sure don't, why would you want to talk to banshees? I mean yeah, you get heard and it's a way of them expressing their love for us but come on. I don't want hearing aids before I'm thirty.

Rosmy's POV:

I thought I knew what to expect. I really didn't. As soon as we took a step out the airport the flashes went crazy. Screams filled my head and rang like alarm bells. Nick squeezed my hand. In a weird sort of way, I liked it. I liked the screaming, I like the noise. Yeah, it wasn't for me but hey, it was really fun. Oh yeah, I kinda liked Nick holding my hand too. Joe swung my hand as if I was his kid being taken for a walk and Nick laughed and did the same. Big Rob, (I sound like I've known him for ages!) and Kevin and Mr & Mrs Jonas walked behind us, and then it came to my attention there wasn't as many camera's as I thought. Just ALOT of people. I guess they couldn't really put in the headlines, 'Joe & Nick's Jonas' New Girl.' Because that's not them, and I highly doubt they're gonna believe I'm sharing Jonas'.
We hopped into a car and drove to some place I've never imagined I'd ever go to. L.A.

Nick's POV:

I could see her eyes light up. "I've always wanted to come here..." She whispered very quietly. "Why?" I said smiling at her.
"The glitz, the glamour, the fame, the fortune... the dream." She turned and smiled widely. I shifted beside her, my brothers were pretending to be occupied with electrical devices and magazines and talking to our parents but I knew they were watching us. "The dream." I nodded in agreement. Suddenly she looked at me, with a hint of worry in her eyes. "What day is it today?" she asked, "I've lost track because of .. you know. Everything that's happened..." she bent her head.
"It's thursday, 20th." Joe answered.
"Of august?" she questioned.
"Yeah." Joe nodded. "It's Demi's birthday today isn't it?"
I got out my phone, "Oh yeah, I'l send her a tweet and we can drop in and give her present."
Rosmy half-smiled and looked out the window. "Whats wrong?" I asked, I could tell something was bothering her. She breathed a sigh.
"My birthday, now I'll always have a reminder of when she died..."
"Woah, wait. You're birthday was yesterday?" Kevin got up and sat beside us.
"Yeah, my birthday, the day of new beginnings and a light shone down on me and brought me three angels." She smiled sweetly and a tears ran down her face. Joe and Frankie came over to us and we all gave her a hug. "I'm mistaken." She mumbled through our Jonas sandwich. "Four angels." She stuck her hands through the mass of bodies and ruffled Frankie's hair. I bet she'd be a great mother.
I felt so many feelings towards her she'd started to make my body feel weak, but so strong at the same time.
We let go and then came the burning question, "So," I started. "How old are you now?"
"I am now fifteen years young." She grinned. She looked older. Her brown eyes glittered and I gripped her hands. She laughed and then our parents walked through the bus. "Hey do you think it'd be a good idea to take this young lady shopping?"

Rosmy's POV:

"Hey yeah, we could see what you're into, and maybe we learn something!" Kevin nodded towards my leopard print skinnies. I laughed, "Yeah, but I haven't got any money."
"Think of it as a welcoming treat! & it won't be long before you get rid of that problem." Joe smiled at me.
"Thanks!" I half-squealed. I couldn't believe how much they were doing for me. Shopping with the Jonas Brothers.
"Are you ready to be famous Rosmy?" Joe asked, looking outside at the paps beginning to surround the stationed car.
"To be or not to be famous," I giggled, "I tell you there's NO question about it. Let's do this." Everyone laughed. I felt like family.
As we got out of the car I felt like a real movie star, even though I probably looked a state! Nick leant into me holding my hand and then Joe did the same like before as everyone else piled out the car.
"I promise you, this is the most unknown spot we could find." I looked into his pretty eyes. I chuckled, "Don't worry, I believe you!"

So the Jonas Brothers and I went shopping.

I've got to be dreaming right?

Rosmy POV:

When the lights went out I screamed. I felt like such a twat, but everyone laughed so I guess they didn't judge my reaction too harshly.
Someone fell on top of me, I couldn't tell who it was but they were trying to get off real quick. They stuck their hand through my hair and then it happened, they touched my waist trying to get off me and I laughed. Yes, I laughed. I felt like I had sold my soul! It was such a soft touch it tickled like crazy and I let out a giggle. Then the lights came back on and I found out the person who'd fell on me was Nick. He held his hands up and said sorry, and I felt like such a fool. And then what did that boy do? That amazing, gorgeous, and wonderfully talented superstar went and told his brothers my weakness. Joe and Kevin plonked themselves beside me and started tickling me. And somehow, they knew where to get me. After a few minutes we all fell over each other laughing and gasping for air. "Wow." Joe said, still out of breath. "You're really ticklish." I laughed, breathless,
"Don't remind me, it's like the one thing that'll always get me."
"Shouldn't of said that." Kevin smiled, "Now we know how to control you!" and he wriggled his fingers under my chin. I giggled and let out a sigh. "Well, that was fun... for you!" And I pointed my fingers accusingly at them. They all laughed, and then I got up and siddled over to Nick, "You." I said, "You are so dead." I was smiling but I was going to get Nick back. He got up from his seat and said mimicking me, "You. You are already dead." He grab my sides and lifted me over his shoulder spinning me around and then held me so my legs were wrapped around his waist. I was emabarassed, and so was he. It was like a movie, he was staring into my eyes and I stared into his. "Shouldn't you put me down now, I could break your back." I said laughing.
"You are super light, but I think that'd be good idea right now." We both nodded at each other and he let me down.
Wow. Nick Jonas.

Nick's POV:

It was so embarrassing, I'd never play around with a girl like this until I'd known her forever, but she was so easy to get along with. My brother's were going to ask ALOT of questions tonight that's for sure. I didn't even think when I threw her over my shoulder. She was super funny, and super sweet. Then, the awkwardness after I let her down was broken by my parents telling us about going back to the U.S in a few days. The likely thing that was going to happen is that Rosmy will want to stay, obviously. See her friends and set up a new life here in England. But, if I lost this girl, this amazing girl who wanted so much, I'd never forgive myself. I wasn't going to force anything, but I just hoped she'd want to see us again.

Rosmy's POV:

I wanted to go. I wanted to be known for my music, and where better to start in America?! My chances were too stupid not to say yes to. All the brother's watched me. Their eyes lighting up while I explained what it meant to me and why it meant so much. Joe stood up and hugged me, he already felt like a brother, "You're gonna be so awesome to have around." His hands gripping me so tightly, and I gripped back. Kevin hugged me too and held my hands, "You know what, I already think your cool so whatever happens now, I'll make sure nothing happens to you, ok?" I nodded.
"I second that!" Joe shouted.
"I third it!" Nick laughed.
"I fourth it!" Frankie joined in. Everyone giggled.
"I don't think anyone's ever fourthed something!" Joe said.
Nick came up to me and cuddled me in close putting his arms under mine and almost lifted me off the ground. "Don't worry." He said quietly, but everyone could still hear. "Everything is gonna be great from now on. Now, your dream, is my dream too. I promise I'll do anything in my power to make sure your living your dream by the end of the year."
I blinked, I knew my eyes were going glassy again and I looked down. He held my chin and raised it. "Trust me."

I won't say it. I won't say I'm in love.
I won't say I'm in love with Nick Jonas.

Rosmy's POV:

We had been in the bus for about half an hour. In that time the brothers had introduced me to their family who were also with them, and trying to think up ways they could help me. I hate when people worry about me, and here were the Jonas Brothers trying to piece my life back together. I knew they were concerned but I felt guilty, and I knew Nick was sensitive and his eyes almost never left mine and I felt awful, I didn't want them worrying so much. So just as the half-hour past, I told them.
"Sorry to stop the flow of everything, but I feel terrible. I feel horrible making you worry. I think its best I go somewhere else." Mrs Jonas sat herself beside me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder.
"Now you listen sweetheart, don't be so silly. We wouldn't offer to help you if we couldn't. We know how much living your dream means to you, that's why we think you are so special, that's why we are going to make sure we help you." I blushed. Was this really happening?
"Thank you." I started, gushing and going the deepest colour of red, "but you have lives to go live. You came all this way to find me. That was least you could of done. Everything you've already done has made me feel so honoured and so special. I'm so grateful to you all." I looked around at them. "I just, I don't know..." The tears started to cover my eyes so everything became blurry. I closed my eyes and bent my head.
I suddenly felt a warmth infront of me, and two firm soft hands held mine. I looked up, and blinked. The tears ran down my face like Niagara falls but at least I could now see that pretty face of his. Nicholas Jerry Jonas. "Yeah, you're right. We do have lives to live. But so do you." I blinked at him, his big brown eyes staring into me, my heart fluttered. "We can help you. We are going to help. I've never seen anyone with as much passion as you have. I know you have determination, and I know you would rather die than not accomplish your dreams."
Tears streamed out of me, like cars on a highway late for work. I nodded, my whole body was filled with euphoric emotions I could not describe, my heart turned into a rainbow of mixed feelings and I had finally found someone who understood me. How did he know this is how I felt? How could he have so much understanding for my dream? My life?
And then, as if we'd known each other forever, he used both of his thumbs to wipe away my tears and cupped my chin and looked at me, with the most adoring eyes I've ever seen, "Don't worry. We'll find a way, no matter what it takes." He breathed a sigh, "I believe in you."
I sighed and gasped at once and I smiled the biggest smile and even though I hated it when I did, I couldn't help it. I whispered softly, "Thank you. Thank you so much." He put his hand on mine and squeezed it, all the while everyone in the whole bus was captivated by our talk and were smiling down on us. Mrs Jonas rubbed my shoulder and went to the front of the bus with Mr Jonas.
Someone believed in me. Not only my mother, but now, someone who I'd never in a million years I thought to meet, someone who is a mega-super-star who is literally taking over the world, believes in ME. Wants to help ME. I've never felt so wanted and happy in my whole life, honestly. I was so surreal I actually pinched my arm to see if I was going to wake up. I said 'ow' softly as I did so and the boys looked at me.
"What are you doing?" Joe said laughing.
"I had to make sure this isn't a dream, I've dreamt of you guys alot so you know I had to be sure..." I clapped my hand over my mouth. I just told the Jonas Brothers I dream about them.... awkward or what!?
The awkwardness didn't last for long though, they all started laughing. Hopefully with me, not AT me. Then, the cutest little guy walked in, his hands holding a rather large laptop, and the most confused look on his face, Frankie. "Hey, what are you guys laughing at?" They all laughed again, "Well, it was Rosmy over here but now it's you!" I smiled at him, his little face lit up with delight.
"I know you!" Frankie yelled, everyone turned to look at each other, equally confused. "I've been looking at your YouTube videos, you are really funny." My heart stopped. Oh crapping hell. My videos on the internet were all together, heartfelt, silly, & very embarassing. Especially since quite a few were on how I adored the Jonas Brothers. Shit.
"Oh." I said. Without a glimmer of emotion in my voice.
Joe lept up from his seat, "Let's take a look then.." As he said this he looked at me cheekily, his eyes lighting up almost as if was challenging me, like a brother winds up his sister. I face-palmed myself and let out an exasperated laugh. "What?" Kevin questioned, but he also had a smile on his face. "Oh nothing..." I said but I couldn't help letting out a giggle.
So they we were, watching me making a fool out of myself and then me maiing some statements that stopped the laughter and made them smile and whenever this type of video popped up Nick glanced over at me, smiling with both his mouth and his eyes and the comments were things like, 'such passion' and 'you really want this don't you?' and I would nod and smile bashfully.

By the time Mrs Jonas brought in some dinner and we sat around telling each other funny stories, it had become dark. I finished drinking my juice and set it down on the table.

Nick's POV:

She was so charming. With every word she said you could tell she meant it. I've never met a girl so genuine and so passionate. She also looked like an angel. Her hair was thick and dark brown with reddish highlights, and her eyes. God, her eyes made me melt, big brown eyes that I would die for. And her smile, everything she showed her pearly white teeth she'd almost shy away from it, as if she didn't like her smile. In her YouTube videos you could tell just how much her dream meant to her, and now for some godly reason it means alot to me too. I knew she was getting embarassed at times with the things that she was saying but she was adorable. The way she sat with her legs crossed and her fingers intertwining. Her accent was beautiful, she was just a wonderful gorgeous British girl who had captured me and when I got to hold her hands, I knew that following her dream meant the world. That's what attracts me, a passion. A drive, and that did not only make her beautiful, but it made her a winner in every single way.
Suddenly, the power went out, only the electrical stuff in the back. Rosmy screamed, and we all laughed. Cute. Real cute. "Find the trick switch!" Dad shouted. We were all fumbling around for the switch, when I fell over a body. In was thin and my hands felt through long soft hair. I was embarassed, so I tried to back off before she thought something was up but instead my hands went down what I think was her waist as I was pulling up away, and she giggled, but could tell she was trying to hide that fact that I'd just accidentally tickled her. Suddenly the lights came back on and Rosmy was sitting up on the floor smiling at me. I held my hands up and said, "Sorry." and I laughed nervously. I falling for her, I hope it wasn't too obvious. "S'ok." she laughed and sat back up on the sofa. "Why what did you do?" Joe asked, he nudged me playfully. Rosmy giggled again and put her hands through her hair. "Well Joe, I know what we can do that'll make that young lady over there smile." I smiled as me and the rest of my brothers looked at her.
"Oh." Kevin and Joe said at the same time, half-laughing. Joe, being the playful guy he is sat beside her and grinned, Kevin did the same and Rosmy looked at me with a desperate look. "You didn't have to say anything!" her voice was high-pitched I couldn't help but grin like a chesire cat. As my brothers started to attack her, I felt like we'd gained a new family member. I could tell she was good with kids, she could be sensible when she needed too, and she had a playful side as well. Not only that, with the things that came out of her mouth, I knew she liked having deep meaningful conversations and that was another part of me that started to fall deeply in love with Rosmy Cesaro.

Rosmy's POV:

I watched as the lines on the heart rate machine flickered violently across the small screen. I held my mum's hand as tight as I could. Then I heard the beeping become slow and steady once again. It's one of those 'hold your breath' moments, I can't keep doing it for much longer, it'll be the death of me. Selfish of me really. My mother lay on the bed in the hospital she had been lying in for nearly three weeks. With me being her only relative to be in contact, it put a massive weight on my shoulders. If she died, I'd be the last female Cesaro of my family. A tear fell pathetically down my cheek and wiped it away angrily. None of my family really knew what my dream really meant to me. I couldn't explain it to mum, it's too complicated. All I knew, was that it was everything I needed and more. To be on that stage, in the spotlight, doing what makes you happy the most, it's like a force within you, a magical roaring electric buzz that can't stop. It's what I lived for, but no one really understood.
My mother's eyes slid themselves open and I looked at her, olive green her eyes were. She had dirty blonde/brown hair and the biggest smile I've ever seen. I loved her. At times I couldn't stand to be around her, the nagging about school, she was a teacher so I had to be good at EVERYTHING. Which I wasn't. I hated almost every subject apart from English, Drama, Art, Music & Dance. In creative writing I could escape to a place where no one could touch me, my own little world that no one need know about. But I HATED school. My friends were ... ok, but none of them really understood me either. I wanted to make it into the Entertainment Industry young, I never want to grow up so every year as I got older it felt as if the dream was slowly slipping away, and I cried and cried and was so afraid it'd never happen.

She squeezed my hand, I looked at her with concern and sadness. She blinked. "Listen baby, I love you. Don't forget that." It was a start to the speech I never wanted to hear. Tears welled up in my eyes and slid silently down my cheeks. Her face screwed up with agony nd she breathed out, nearly breahtless, "Never say goodbye, Rosmy. It's never goodbye. I'll always be with you. Wherever you go, and whatever you do, make sure you are happy..." I knelt down beside her my face so close to hers. Her eyes drooped and were closing. Then just as they shut, she whispered something. Barely audible, but it was the answer to all my wishes and hopes and prayers over the years, "Rosmy, follow your dream. Do what makes you, you. Never give up..." And then, the lines on the machine went flat.
A few hours went by with constant sobbing and my energy draining from within me. I kept going over what she had told me. Suddenly I flicked back my head that had been bent for hours, it clicked annoyingly and then the tears stopped. I could never give up. Not now. I didn't say goodbye to my mum when I left the room, I said "thank you." and whispered it tenderly in her ear.

As I walked out of the room, you'd think I'd still be mournful, and I was inside but on the outside I needed to complete my life. Not only for me, but for my mother, who'd of known she believed in me so much?

Leaving the hospital was like walking into Hollywood. As I open the doors I heard mass hysteria and screams so high only dogs could hear.
About 80 girls were following three tall guys walking straight in my direction. Then they turned to face the girls and told them something I couldn't hear fully but it was something to do with visiting a young girl. Like a knife in my stomach I twigged exactly who they were. As they got closer I observed their height, hair and their bodyguard. I couldn't breathe. The Jonas Brothers.
As they passed me they smiled and I smiled back. I don't know whether they knew I knew who they were or they were just being polite. I watched as they swaggered up to the reception desk, and the lady telling them something with a concerned and upset look on her face. And then, like a dream, like something had blown me up and I was trying to re-arrange the pieces back together, the lady pointed her finger to my direction. The boys turned around, their faces sad and concerned.
Why were they looking for me?
Why would they come to ENGLAND to look for ME?

They all walked over, slower than they had before. My heart skipped about thousand beats. When they reached me, they half knelt down and smiled comfortingly. Nick was the first to speak, "I know this is a bad time..." His eyes shifted around nervously. "Your mother sent us to see you." My mouth dropped, my eyes filled with tears again.
"My mother?" I gasped out.
"She was so worried about you, she sent us about 20 emails and letters explaining everything. We didn't expect to get here and this to be the situation." Nick looked as if he was about to cry. Joe stepped in,
"We just came in to see you for today, but I think given the circumstances, it's best to stay a little bit longer." He stopped, he half smiled, half gasped in awe at his accidental joke. Kevin put his hand on shoulder, he was warm. "We could take care of you for a little while, I think we could help you get on the right path, that is if you want to, I mean you have other relations right?" I bent my head and then looked up again, I shook it slowly and then tears slid down my face again and Kevin pulled me into a hug. My fingers curled up into his back and I burrowed my head into his neck. It was like having a dad again.
"I didn't mean to make you cry" Kevin said worriedly, still in mid-hug.
"It's ok," I mumbled. "I'm not sad anymore, I'm relieved and happy." I pulled out from the embrace, I looked at all three of them, looking at me intently, I noticed we'd picked up a crowd behind us, but I didn't care.
"I'm happy you're here. You've inspired me to do so many things, without you guys, you're music I wouldn't of done half the things I have." They were blushing and smiled weakly, as if they were afraid to.
"Now I know, my mum knew, she knew what my dream, my future meant to me. Just to know, that you know that now. That's half of my life complete."
They laughed quietly and I smiled. Then they did too. Nick reached out his hand to me, and I took it, still smiling. Then Joe did the same with my other hand and I grasp ahold of his. Kevin stood behind us and we walked out of the hospital. I wouldn't call it that anymore, more like the Dream Factory.
I saw a big bus with scrawlings of The Jonas Brothers latest album design over it. We walked over to it, and Big Rob pulled the door open. "You sure you can do this?" Kevin asked me, leaning on the side of the bus. I looked up at the sky, I saw a flock of four birds flying together, and then one of them became out-of-sync with the others and it fluttered around for a few seconds, and then the other three birds dipped behind it and raised it up, surrounding it, protecting the bird that had fallen.
I looked back at Kevin, staring into his eyes. I nodded. "Yes." I said.

"I'm sure."

Rosmy's POV:

We didn't talk to each other for three days after that. We didn't even dare to make eye contact with each other. When we brushed past each other during that time it felt like a huge knife cutting into me and everytime it happened the pain got deeper and deeper and it felt as if my soul was going to shred itself apart.
Until the fourth day, when everything changed.

Joe's POV:

I don't understand what happened. I couldn't look at her, I HATED her. She was the bratty, whiney, loud-mouthed little sister with big attitude problems. I don't think I could process the affection and love we had for each other on that day. For the first time, I saw my sister as a human, someone with real feelings and emotions. She was beautiful, thick dark brown locks she could hardly handle, an infectious smile and big brown eyes. She doesn't think she is. She hates the way she looks, I can't understand why. I tried to get rid of the pills the first time I found them. She almost killed herself. She was at a healthy weight, some would say she was a bit too skinny and could do with putting on a couple pounds. She didn't think so. That day, when we looked at each other, was unreal. She was my flesh and blood, we were family, and for the first time in years I started to realise we should love each other. But I couldn't face that, I couldn't handle it. It all started to happen because of our parents dying. The room was bordered up and Rosmy slept downstairs. I couldn't even begin to bring myself to bury the cat. I have to move on. I have to.
On the fourth day that my sister and I hadn't been communicating, something happened that made me think life really wasn't looking out for the Jonas family.
8:06am, 8th July 2009. I awoke to the shattering of glass and yelling so defeaning it was almost deadly. I slid out of my bed and ran to the stairs. I looked over the bannister and saw four bodies in black body suits. Then one of them turned round. He had his firm grip on something, holding it tightly and violently. He had my sister.

Rosmy's POV:

I was trying to scream, but everytime I tried the gag got tighter and the sides of my mouth felt like they being ripped apart. One of the masked men turned around and I saw Joe standing at the top of the stairs. I squealed so hard that I vomitted and the man dropped his grasp.
Joe was already running down the stairs yelling and swearing. I couldn't believe what was happening. My parents dead, now intruders are probably going to kill me. And my brother. My brother that I loved to hate was my only relation that was breathing the same air as me, who could relate to how I was feeling.
I felt a sharp stab of pain in my side. I wasn't aware of the situation or what was going on. One of the men had a knife at my side digging it deeper as he spoke threateningly to Joe. Joe's voice grew louder more infuritated and then, there it was. A gun. The gun he always told our parents he'd never use. Lightning fast he drew it from pocket (now i know why he always insists on getting attire with pockets!) and held the man at gun point. The intruder didn't expect it at all. He froze, the knife stopped in pressure and he held it loosely. I could feel the fear from the man. Joe's face was expressionless, I finally looked at his eyes and I could see the fear, his eyes told the story. The men backed away, they only had one knife between them and they made a run for it. Joe still held the gun, aiming it at each man who scuttled away through the broken door. My heart rate slowly started to go back to normal, and Joe lowered the gun he hadn't fired.

Joe's POV:

I put the gun back into my pocket and stared at her. I'd saved her. Sort of. Her hands were tied visciously behind her back and her gag tightly round her mouth creasing her tanned skin. I walked over to her slowly, untying the complicated knot round her hands and then undid the gag and as it dropped off her face I walked around to look at her. The sides of her mouth were bright red and so were her hands as they fell limply to her sides.
We had to get away. Away from the memories and pain. We couldn't stay any longer.

Rosmy's POV:

He knelt down slightly and looked at me, curious. "Listen," he quivered, "we need to go. We need to get away from here. It's... It's too dangerous. It's not safe."
I studied him, his eyes filled with panic and concern.
"Ok." I couldn't say anything else. My mouth was dry and breathing and talking made the inside of my mouth feel like sandpaper.
In an hour or so we had packed everything. Everything bar what reminded us of our parents. We dragged our cases outside and pushed them into the back of the car.
I looked back at the house I had lived in all my life. The house filled with memories and feelings I will have to try hard to forget, but it was for the best, I think. I got in the back, Joe giving me a half-hearted understanding look that I didn't want to sit next to him while he drove.
Suddenly, I blurted out, "Where are we going to go?" Joe turned around, his hands already steady on the wheel, his face creased up. Joe's car smelt of the house, along with some other odours I can't even begin to describe. "I don't know Rosmy. But anywhere is better than here. Trust me." I didn't believe him at first, leaving our lives behind. But as he started the car and we pulled away from our home, I started to come to terms with what was going to be our new life. And I did.

I trusted him.