Pieces Of Rainbow

Janay:

I sat up all night trying to come to terms with the fact that the Jonas Brothers were my next door neighbours.
Not only that, but I'd been noticed by a gorgeous guy who'd I'd never imagine to even glance at me in a million years.

It was Saturday morning. Yesterday had merely felt like a dream, I didn't know what to do with myself.

I was in my white vest top, grey and navy trackies and my grey uggs, munching on Rice Krispies in front of the T.V.
My mother walked in on the phone. Probably to my Aunt Lucie, she called every two days and I missed her terribly.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My mum put the phone to her shoulder and hushed sharply at me, "Grab the door Jay."
Reluctantly, I put down my cereal bowl onto the coffee table in front of me, moved my hair to one side of my neck and tried to forget the fact I was bare-faced and looked a state and my attire was utterly tragic.
Even though it was probably the mailman, I've been ordering off eBay a lot.

Without looking at the pixelated glass through the door, I pushed down the handle and looked up.

Oh. My. Freakin'. God.

"Hey. Janay right?" Joe Jonas was standing in front of me. Looking adorable in his beanie and glasses. His shirt was red and black checkered, and he was wearing tight black jeans.
My mouth moved, but no sound came out. He blinked at me, then cocked his head sideways. My brain snapped, and then I managed to talk. Sort of.
"Yeah. Yeah, erm that's right, yeah." I almost literally face-palmed myself.
He smiled, then
"Cool. My family and I were wondering if you and your mom wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow night?"
And with that, my mother dearest appeared beside me.
"That sounds lovely." She said, giving her lovely motherly grin.
Joe laughed and his mouth opened wide smiling.
"Awesome. We'll see you around four? Sunday dinner and all?"
"Sounds great, thank you very much."
Joe raised his hand and walked back around to his front garden.

When I shut the door I turned to my mother.
"MUM! What hell was that?" She stood there in stunned silence.
"Don't I get a say in this? Maybe I don't want to round their house for dinner, maybe I'd rather go and eat dinner off the street in a cardboard box?"

"JANAY KATHLEEN JENKINS! I thought you were crazy about these guys, you're a fan, you should grateful for this. Isn't this one of your life-long ambitions?"
I sighed heavily. I did want this, so much. But, it was all too much.

"No. It isn't! Yes I adore them, they are my inspiration, my idols of music. But, what if I embarass myself? Which is more than likely to happen! What if I disappoint them in any way? What if something happens? If they think badly of me I'll never be able to listen to their music again. My world of sound and pop rock will be destroyed!"
I yelled out. And slammed my body onto the sofa. My eyes welling up with tears, making the room around me blurry.

My mother stroked my forehead. "Sweetie, it'll be fine. Who knows? It could be the next big thing." I blinked, thinking for a moment.

And then I spent the rest of the day working out what I was going to wear for Sunday dinner.

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Joe:

"They said yes." I announced to everyone when I returned to the kitchen.

"Great, they seem so lovely, it'll be great to get to know them now that we're here for a while!" My mother smiled widely at me, stirring her tea.

"What was she wearing when she answered the door? Did she look as beautiful as she did yesterday?" Nick burst out.

Everyone widened their eyes at him.
"What?" He said innocently.

"Well, she was wearing sweatpants, a white v top, and uggs. Happy?"
Nick blinked.

"Nick. She looked gorgeous. Even in lazy day clothes." I breathed out. She was too young for me, but I'll admit she was a cutie.

Nick nodded, murmured something then went upstairs. Frankie bounded into the kitchen, "Is that girl and her mom coming for dinner tomorrow?"

"They sure are Frank." My dad smiled at my youngest brother.

"Awesome, I can show her my darts board, and my soccer training kit and..."

"Frank, I'm not sure if she'll like ALL those things." My mother put her arm around him.

"Well, she's got to like something of mine. Otherwise, she is not accepted in this house."

Everyone laughed, "Frankie, you can't out her because she doesn't like any of your stuff." I smiled at him.
He shrugged his shoulders and went to watch T.V.

I put my arm around my mom.
"So, what's the entertainment supplies for tomorrow when the Jenkins come round?"

She patted my nose with her finger and grinned.
"Ah, you'll see. You'll be back to your youthful selves."

I smiled. Youthful selves? I like the sound of that.

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Nick:

It was nearly four o'clock. I was just spraying myself with cologne before I heard the doorbell go.

"I'll get it!" I shouted hysterically as I stomped down the stairs. Everyone watched in awe as I zoomed through the kitchen and then composed myself before opening the door.

She looked more beautiful than I imagined. Her hair was brown and curly, bouncing just below her shoulders. Her eyes a gorgeous deep brown, with sparkly black eyeshadow making them look even bigger and prettier.
I stammered.
"Er, erm. Hey, hey... come, come on in." I opened the door and watched as she and her mother slid gracefully into the kitchen.

"Hello, welcome." My mom and dad greeted them with a handshake and a peck on the cheek.
She had black tights on, with high-waisted shorts and bright yellow top which a belt around her making her waist look minature, her petite shoes matching her top and a leather jacket, giving her an all-round rock chick look. I couldn't stop staring. She was mesmerising.

"Take Janay to the other room, you guys can break the ice." I navigated the way to the living room where my brothers were sitting.
"Hey stranger." Joe got up and shook hands with her. Why couldn't I be that forward?
Kevin grinned at her and did the same.
Frankie got up, eyed her up and down while she stood there smiling but playfully amused.
"We're gonna need to ask you a few questions before we know you can be trusted in this house." She laughed sweetly, and then nodded.

"Ok, Mr.Inspector, shoot." Her accent was stunning. So cultured and fresh. And she was witty too.

"What's your favourite colour?" Frankie asked her.

"Erm, well I don't really have one. Why pick one when you can have the whole rainbow?"
Wow. She was intelligent, and unique, and... I was falling for her.

Frankie nodded.

"Do you laugh easily?"

She giggled, and then nodded.

"Ok, can you catch food in your mouth after throwing it in the air?"

"I can try." She smiled. Frankie handed her a gummy bear.
She smiled awkwardly.

She flicked up the gummy bear, and it fell exactly spot-on into her mouth.

Frankie grinned. "You're very welcome into the Jonas household!"
She swallowed the sweet.
"Thanks."

My mother suddenly popped her head round the door.
"You know I told you you'd be finding your youth again today, Joe? Well, you guys go and play hide and seek!"

Janay's eyes lit up and she wriggled excitedly on the sofa. We all laughed, it was cute she was so excited to play a childhood game.

"I'll count." I said.

"Can I hide with you?" Frankie asked Janay.
"Sure!" She slid her hand into Frankie's. She was adorable. And I liked the fact she was good with kids.

After counting, I searched the house. Finding Kevin in the shower and Joe in the was basket.

The only place left was the basement.
It was fairly dark and the lights weren't working.
"Come out wherever you are!" I said.

I heard a giggle that belonged to Frankie and walked over to where the sheets were over some unused pieces of wood.

Suddenly, out of nowhere Frankie leaped out making a run for it back up stairs, Janay was behind him, I couldn't see well and she tripped and fell onto me.
She breathed out, sounding almost terrified.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry." I chuckled under my breath.
"It's fine." I grinned in the dark.

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Janay:

Oh. My. Freakin'. God.

I was on top of a Jonas Brother. Not like that yeah?
I felt my face flush with embarassment, he said it was fine but I knew I'd made a fool of myself.
He picked me off of him and held my hands so I kept my balance. He was taller than I expected him to be. Or maybe I'm just shorter?

I sighed into the dead air. "I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm fine. Are you ok?"
I think I'd bruised something. My leg was hurting.
"Erm, I think I'm fine. My leg hurts a little." I started to walk but my leg gave way. But Nick caught my fall and held me up.
"Woah, you sure you're fine?" I mumbled under my breath about being fine but he stopped me in mid-grumble. A soft, tender kiss on my cheek. I breathed out. "Wow." I regretted saying it the instant it came out of my mouth.

I felt his breath chuckle softly against my face. He slowly lifted me into his arms. "You're really light."
"I'm heavy, you're just strong." I stated, trying to not to sound awkward.
"Hmmph, maybe a bit of both eh?" He grinned and with that he planted another kiss on my face, nearer to my lips.
"You know, it's usually hard for me to find myself attracted to someone this quickly." I let out a gasp.
"But you must hear stuff like this all the time."

I shook my head, "No, never. Not at all. No one ever wanted me. Never ever." I said truthfully.

"You must live near some morons then." He laughed quietly.

Suddenly, my mind reminded me of Mike. Surely Nick knew how his cousin felt? Mike liked me, and now so did Nick. What was I to do?
Nick moved his hands to my ribs and I wriggled a bit, his touch a bit too light.
"You ticklish?" He half-questioned-half-taunted playfully.

I sucked in my breath.
"Yep." He laughed and moved his fingers to my sides making me curl up into his chest giggling.
"Come on, let's go, they're probably all sat at the table by now!"
I nodded, and he helped me up the stairs.

For a moment, I forgot all about what Mike had said to me.
All that was in my mind was the intimacy me and Nick Jonas had shared
in the dark.

Janay:

It was stunning, more gorgeous than I could have imagined. The air smelt warm and comforting, like I could snuggle into it. The sky was pure blue, and the few clouds were perfectly placed. Our house was huge. So much larger than my old home in England.

I had three weeks before making a fresh start at a new school, and I was excited to say the least. I was so happy, I could forget my past and how I was, and how I made to be and re-invent the real me inside.
I went out shopping with my mother, who was generous on the money side of things when I needed to buy a whole new wardrobe before school started. My room was pure white, with splashes of brightly coloured paint, and each wall of the room had a different theme. On one wall their was music notes and lyrics and pictures of my musical idols. On another wall was filled with my photography, the third was full house quotes I try to stick and live by. And the last, was full with concert tickets I'd been to. I was thoroughly proud of my personalised bedroom and made me even more excited.

Our street was very quiet. After my dad left with my brother, my mother and I had been closer than ever before.

Our next-door neighbours never seemed to be in. Probably the type of people who only come home at night or have ridiculous amounts of time on holiday.

I was starting school tomorrow, and although I'd been feeling really happy about it, my heart would not stop fluttering. Like an uncontrollable butterfly trying to get free. I just had to be myself. My real self. I know if I could do that, I'd feel real accomplishment.

The school was massive. My first worry was, how the hell am I supposed to be able to know my way around this place?

I went to reception, and just like in the movies I was going to be introduced to my form class. As if my neon blue skinny jeans weren't enough to deal with, my hair was a total back-combed chaos and I tried give my best smile to the blank-faced class.

My teacher, Mr. Kendall put his arm on my shoulder, 'Everyone, this is Janay Jenkins. She is from England and I need everyone to be helpful and supportive of her as learns the ropes ok?' I noticed the empty desk beside a rather attractive looking guy. 'You can go sit by Mike, Janay.' He pointed at the vacant desk.
Mike hadn't really been paying attention until now, and as his name was mentioned he looked up and his eyes met mine. Bright sparkling blue eyes and jet black half-spiked-half-straightened hair and a distinctive jaw line which made his lips look even more amazing.
When I sat down, I felt his gaze fall upon me, I shot a glance at him. He was smiling intently at me.
"Hey." He said silkily, under his breath.
"Hey." I replied, turning my head back to the front of the room.
Am I in with this guy already? There was no way he wasn't popular or at last the heart-throb of 10th grade.

After an hour of Mike staring at me and Mr. Kendall going on about politics, it was break.
I felt in my pockets for my pens to put into my locker, as I had P.E next. I pulled out my pen and then I felt something else in my pocket too. A note, maybe I put it in there by mistake? I opened it to see what it had on it.

'Meet me outside at the bike racks after school. I'd love to get to know you more

Mike x'

My heart fluttered.

During P.E I'd made small talk with some of the girls, but they didn't seem to want to talk for long and ended up ignoring me.

"Captains please?" Our coach Petrell barked.

"I will!" A tall, beautiful blonde girl piped up. Her face perfectly structured and it was obvious. Every boy in the school wanted her.

"Ok, Sandrine. What about you Jenkins?" Petrell eyed me up and down. I was already being called by surname? Please.

"Oh, erm, ok." I stuttered. I'm such a dork.

I didn't know half the girl's names so I just pointed, and some girls moaned when I did so.

The game started and I burst into action. Hockey was my game. All the girls cheered and high-fived me each time I scored and we were winning 6-2.

Just as I was about to score my seventh goal, I felt a sharp clank against my stick.
Sandrine.
"Look, whoever you are you better go back to where you came from. You are not welcome here you English bitch!" And with that she hit her stick against my hand, making me drop my own stick and cry out in agony.

"Amerie, take Janay to the medical room. It looks nasty." A really sweet-looking girl held my arm and helped me up the slope back into the school.
As I walked, I looked back down at the pith and I could see Sandrine talking and laughing to her team. Then she turned and looked at me.
She laughed, and then gave me the finger. I smirked, and did the same back to her with my good hand.

I sat down with an ice-pack around my hand. Then a familiar face stumbled in, the first thing I noticed was the blood dripping off his knee. "Hey." The same silky voice said. Mike.
"Hey." I smiled at him. He sat opposite me, and grinned back.
"What did you do to your hand?" He asked, pointed at the pack.
"Oh, erm, hockey stick. But some girl called Sandrine had something in for me I think." I said softly, moving my hand around.
"Don't take any notice of her. She thinks she owns this whole damn school." I half-smiled at him, and his twinkling teeth shone back at me.

"What did you do to your leg?" I asked, suddenly snapping back into reality.
"I tripped." He laughed at himself, "nothing compared to your injury."
I laughed quietly.
Silence occurred for a mere ten seconds before Mike started to talk again. "Can I see?" He asked gently, putting his finger on my arm.
I un-peeled the ice-pack and revealed my mashed-up hand.
"Oh god. That looks nasty. I'll tell you why Sandrine did that to you."
"Hmm?" I looked up at him.
"Jealously." I almost laughed at the word. Jealousy? Are you kidding me? So I said what I thought.
"Pfft, jealously? I seriously doubt that." I said scoffing as I wrapped the pack back around my hand.
"Why?" He said simply.
"What's there to be jealous of? No one knows me, I'm just the new girl and just look at me!" I put out my arms, "I'm just... nothing compared to her. Even though she's a bitch I've got nothing on her at the moment. Every guy in this school is after her." I said, my voice getting louder.

"Not every guy." Mike looked at me, both his eyes and mouth smiling.
"You know, your accent is gorgeous." He stated, without a single quiver of doubt in his voice.
My lips curled into a smile, and I murmured an embarrassed 'thanks' under my breath.
The bell rang.
"I'll meet you at the bike racks at around three right?" Mike said, getting up and putting his ice-pack onto the chair.
I nodded. "Yeah, yeah."
"Cool." He made a small thumbs up sign and walked out giving me small wave. I waved back, even though he had his back to me.

As the last bell went, my heart couldn't have been more happier. Mike was the heart-throb of the school, when i saw him in between classes, the way the girls gravitated to him and fawned over him. He had given me a small recognition sign with a wave of his hand every time we saw each other.
I saw Sandrine a lot too. I tried to blank her out of my head. Although every time I looked down at my bruised hand I felt more anger towards her.

I found the bike racks easy, and the 5'11 figure, leaning against the post beside plastic roof that covered the bikes.
He noticed me walking towards him and he pointed left, "Do you live near North End?" he asked before I'd reached him. I nodded. He started to walk out the gate, and he leant backwards grabbing my hand and pulled me forwards and then let go.
"Come on, slow poke." He laughed at me. My body shook. He was beautiful. Words could not describe how angel-looking he was. And this guy, so wondrous. Was talking to me? Whatever next!?

As we walked silently down the street, I could see my house. "Do you live at 22?" He asked absent-mindedly.
"Yeah, how did you know that?" My eyes widened at him.
"Well, my cousins live next to you and I'm going round for dinner tonight. And they were talking about meeting your mom, and where you came from. So I guessed, the only new girl in school, it must be you, right?" His eyes glittered at me.
"Right." I said slowly.

As we reached the exact line where our two houses crossed, he turned to me so we were opposite each other. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands and ran his thumbs over mine, he looked down at me as I looked up at him, wishing I could be a few inches taller than my pathetic height of 5'4.
"I really like you Janay. You seem really sweet. Not only that, intelligent and witty. And a bonus, you're stunningly gorgeous."

I blinked, trying to take it all in. "Thank you, but I don't think you're seeing the same person I do."
He shrugged.
"Maybe I'm not. But I like what I see. I'll be down here alot, I sometimes help my cousins with their music recordings."

"They have a band?" I asked, suddenly really intrigued.

"Yeah, they're really good." He said, almost trying to shy away from the subject.
"Here's my number, can I have yours?" He said, in a hushed voice.
"Sure!" I said, sounding a bit too enthusiastic.

When we'd finished typing into our mobiles, Mike smiled at me.
"Ok. Well, I'll see you around pretty lady." And with that, he planted a small peck on my cheek.

Wow. This never happened back in England. No boy ever noticed me. Ever.

He slid his grip that had held my elbow and it slipped down until it reached the tips of fingers, which made my body tingle. "Later."
He started walking to the next-door when a curly haired and rather attractive looking guy opened the door and hugged Mike.
Then another guy, a little taller than the first came out, looking similiar to Mike but his hair was slightly curlier but not as curly as the first.
Then another guy came out of the door, with even curlier hair and was patting Mike on the back. Then Mike said something and then they all turned to see me staring. Mike put his hand up to me. I did the same.
Then all three boys waved at me. I smiled.
Then I realised. Mike's cousins. They were in a band. All with more or less curly hair. All equally as beautiful as Mike. They were in a band.
Then a fourth boy came out, a lot smaller and obviously a lot younger, wrapped his arms around Mike's waist and Mike lifted him into a hug. I love guys who are good with kids.
It clicked, because that last little boy made me all the more certain it was them.

It was them.

The Jonas Brothers.

I could not of prayed for a better day.

Dear Nicholas Jerry Jonas,

I know you'd rather me call you Nick, but I felt it was necessary to address you with your full name, as you deserve that much at least.

I want to start off by saying how much I want to thank you and your brothers, and everyone who helped you become the incredible band sensation you are today. You inspire me and I'm so grateful that you and your music made themselves into my life, I wouldn't of got through half the things I have.

Ok, I would like to introduce myself.
My name is Rosmy. Roz-me, if you're having trouble with the pronunciation.
I'm half Italian and an eighth Scottish if that counts for anything.
I'm around five foot four inches tall, I think I've stopped growing but I want to grow a bit more to be honest with you.
I'm fairly dark, with brown eyes and brown hair, but I try to put bright colours into it if I can.
My birthday is on the 19th August and I'm currently fifteen years old.
I live in a small village just outside a town called Newmarket in East Anglia which is located in the UK. Yes, I'm from England.
I'm always wishing to break into the Entertainment Industry, and as crazy as it might sound I think I'll always believe it will happen.
I don't know where to start, I've been on stage since I three or four and never stopped loving that buzzing feeling you get. It's so hard to explain to anyone who doesn't perform, but I'm sure you can understand.
You can't control the emotion or the power that overcomes you, it's electrifying and almost euphoric in a way. That's what I live for.

Enough about me though, I want... well I NEED to tell you this. As cheesy, and as cliche' and perhaps as creepy to you as it might sound, I would very much like to express my feelings to you. For you.

There are so many places I could start, but I think it's best to start at the beginning.
I first started to get into 'The Jonas Brothers' in late 2008, when I caught a glimpse of 'Camp Rock'. I watched the movie and fell in love with everything, and that what inspired me even more.
Around the beginning of 2009, I started my frenzy. When I become engrossed with a certain someone, I research everything about them and tend to type their name into YouTube every day and search by 'Newest' so I know I haven't missed anything.
I promise you, I'm not a stalker. It's just a obsession that wears off after a while and I slow down and don't get hyped up about needing to know everything about you everyday. And it was too distracting and you made me forget about the world around me, so I tended to 'forget' to do my homework

I found out more about you guys. The history of the band and how it got started etc.

I was so intrigued by everything you did, and I wanted to be a Jonas Brother so badly. You're right, you ARE literally living the dream and I'm amazed at how humble you all are, and how you can still understand so much of the 'real' reality in the non-celebrity world. And I know your parents keep you grounded, and that's awesome and that's also what makes you seem so genuine and I think that's why people love you.
You look and seem to be able to get on with everyone and seem so approachable, and try to get rid of all the bad energy around you and just focus on the good and that's why you are so HUGE and why you are such megastars.

Time to be honest, and I'm good at that. I may not be beautiful, or hot, or incredibly intelligent but I am honest. Very honest.

I'm totally in love with you. And your brothers. I see you as brother figures and wish for just one day I could hang out with you guys and go crazy.

I've probably not watched EVERY single interview or performance you've done but I've watched ALOT.
I need to get your appearance out the way so I don't feel awkward anymore.

Your smile is gorgeous. 'Nuff said.
Your eyes make me melt, okay?
Your hair is beautiful, I'm jealous of your curls.
Your laugh makes me laugh. Uncontrollably.
When I see you, whether it be a video clip, or picture etc.
I have to smile.
You're pretty buff. I mean, you've got some beautiful biceps
You have got GREAT style.
You face was carved by an angel. As were your brothers handsome heads too!

Ok. I've always said, I need someone who's intellectual. I don't care if you can't do algebra, I just need someone who has emotional intelligence. Who understands me when no one else does. I can sit down with them and talk about anything for hours, and have deep, meaningful conversations. Boys don't talk to me much. I have a few good guy friends but the majority of them ignore me. I think it's because I'm weird. I know I'm a bit weird, a bit crazy and like to wear bright clothes and do my hair like a rocker.

If I met you, I'd be lost for words. I'd be wanting to make an impression on you, so you'd remember me. And hopefully, maybe. You'd want to see me again. But I know that's never going to happen.
There's probably a million other people thinking the same thing and you have other people on your mind you want to see.
And if you're happy, then that's cool.
Because remember when you smile, I smile.

When I play your music, it can brighten up the crappiest of days, and I imagine being with you guys. How amazingly wonderful you all are and how incredible it would be to live my life like you, or even with you.

I swear, not an obsessed Jonas freakazoid.
It's just a love for you I cannot control.

I always say,
'Chase the dream,
Not the competition.'
I try to live by that and think to myself what's the point in going through life unoticed.

I have to achieve something of such a high standard and so significant for me to be able to feel proud of myself. And I'm inspired by everything you do, how genuine and caring, and helpful you are and want to make sure people are happy. Because, everyone does deserve to be happy.

I'll be here till I die if I went through every other thing that I love about you, but I guess it's more or less time to wrap up now.

I could see myself with you, (please don't hate me, and I'm sorry if I sound creepy. Or deluded. Or something else that's related to being a freak.)
I think you'd make me really happy.
And I know I'll probably never meet you, and I have to come to terms with that, but I can still dream.

I still dream about becoming a star, and that'll always keep me going. And so will you, because you will always inspire me to do so.

There's no way I can win you over, or prove to you that we could be friends.
I can see myself having a right laugh with a group of you and the Disney lot.

I sound like such a dreamer, an idiot. Actually. I know these things are too extreme and crazy to dream for. There's no way.. or eays way of achieving it. I wouldn't know how to start.

But you've helped me to realise my dream even more.
And I'm eternally grateful to you and your brothers and like I said, anyone and everyone who has helped you along the way.

Thank you so much.

Much Luck (as if you need it though!), and love for the future,

Rosmy -xxx

P.S - I would give you my full name, but then security would track me down and kill me. So the first name is good for now yeah?

If you read this all the way through. Thank you. You're a saint to put up with my rambling on. Just to know you've read this is part of my life complete to let people know how special they are.

Ugh, here I go again... x

Nick:

When Mollie came to the microphone my heart fluttered for her. Her curls bounced and shone as the lights in the room hit her face. Her slender frame seemed to fit the whole stage, my best friend was a star. I knew that for sure.

And then my heart melted, the song she was about to sing, was... for me?

Joe started to play the piano, the tune soft and meaningful.
Mollie glanced over at me, smiled, and then turned back to the audience.

"I've had these feelings for quite some time now,
And I can't help but smile,"

Her mouth extended into a small grin, and then blinked rapidly, as if she was trying to stop herself from crying.

"When you look at me,
I start to fall in love,
I'm a fool."

I smiled. Her voice was smooth and gentle, I just wanted to hold her. As she kept singing, my body started to tingle all over.

"How could I think,
You're for me?
I, I'm just another girl,"

But she wasn't just another girl. She was Mollie. Mollie Monroe.

"But there's no other,
Other way to say,
I, I love you."

Her heart stopped. I love you too Mollie, more than you'll ever know.

"You made me feel,
Like a star,
Even though,
You were so far away,

No matter where,
Or when you left me,
I still fell hard for you,

And when you smiled,
With those eyes,
I, melted to the floor,

And when we laughed,
We ruled the world,
You're second to none,"

I was crying. I never cry, ever. Joe played harder and her voice started to go insane with beauty and I was overpowered by her. I think some of the audience noticed I was tearing up, and they made 'aww' sounds. I guess they all knew who she was singing it for now.

"You gave me everything,
I hadn't realised 'till now,

You made me who I am,
And without you I don't know how,
I'd live,

My heart would be empty,
I'd give,
Everything to be yours,

Forever,
To be in your arms,
To hear you breathing,
Is my lullaby tonight,

But I,
I'm just another girl,
It took so long to see,

That I am yours,
And you belong to me,

But I'm.
I'm just another girl.
But if you listen now,

You can travel to the ends of the earth,
With me,
And you'll see,
No matter how far apart we are,

I'll still love you,
I'll still love you,
I'll always love you."

Her eyes were glittering with tears, and as soon as she finished I was holding her in my arms. The whole room erupted with cheers and 'aww's'. We were together, holding each other. Supporting each other.
I took the mic and started to speak,

"That song was amazing wasn't it?" The crowd cheered.
"I'd like to sing a song now, for my best friend here." Mollie's head shot up looking at me, her eyes twinkling.
"It's a very special song, it was written for Mollie and myself to perform. So would you like to do a duet Molls?" I looked down at her, my arms wrapped around her shoulder. She nodded, she knew what song it was, and I couldn't be happier to sing it right here, right now.

I started to sing, Mollie harmonising and joining in on certain verses. It was the most beautiful thing I've heard and seen.

"Love of my life, my soulmate,
You're my best friend,
Part of me like breathing,
Now half of me is left,"

We smiled at each other. Was I right? Were we meant to be?

"Don't know anything at all,
Who am I to say you love me?
I don't know anything at all,
And who am I to say you need me?

Colour me blue I'm lost in you,
Don't know why I'm still waiting,
Many moons have come and gone,
Don't know why I'm still searching,

Don't know anything at all,
And who am I to say you love me?
I don't know anything at all,
And who am I to say you need me?"

We ornamented together, our voices complimenting each others perfectly.

"Now you're a song I love to sing,
Never thought it feels so free,
Now I know what's meant to be,
And that's okay with me,

I don't know anything at all,
I don't know anything at all,"

I looked at her, as she sung the last two words.

"At all."

The whole room was even louder than before. The clapping and cheering didn't seem to stop for five minutes.

In that time, me and Mollie stood there. Holding each other. Joe and Kevin came over, hugging us both. We must of caused a lot of gossip that night.
But I was glad. Because I knew now.

Mollie and I.

Were meant to be.

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Mollie:

When I finished singing I couldn't of felt more euphoric. My mind was on the ritz and my heart kept skipping a few beats. Nick and I. I and Nick. Nick and Mollie. Mollie and Nick.

The next day, the tabloids were flooded with pictures from the night. I didn't care. Not one bit.

When we went out as a family, the paparazzi were mental. The flashes made my eyes go funny and the shouting and jeering from them almost made me lash out. I had to control my temper, which wasn't easy.

The following week I was signed and asked to make my first album.
My heart blew up. I couldn't believe it. I was good enough to make an album? The boys helped me right away and got me an amazing back-up band.

The next month every song was recorded, done and dustednd the album would be debuting in the next week.

Count down day one.

Nick was sitting on the bed waiting for me.
"Hey beautiful." He smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. I felt his muscles purtruding through his shirt as he did so. I felt safe. So safe.

We sat together leaning on each other.
"You're too perfect for me." I whispered softly.

"What?" He sat up and stared at me. "Mollie Monroe I'm way out of your league!" I punched him playfully.

"As if! You're a freakin' Jonas Brother!"

"Yeah so? Soon you'll be a superstar and you'll forget us all!" He laughed.

"I could never forget you." My voice was quiet.
Nick pulled me on top of him, so I was sitting up with my legs bent on on his lap.
"I could never forget you either." He sighed. "You really have no idea how amazing you are do you?" My brows furrowed, and then so did Nick's.

"Mollie, you are like no other girl out there. You're super talented, one of the most gorgeous people I've ever met. You have a heart of gold, you're strong, brave, courageous, loyal, trustworthy, funny, inspiring. And one of the best friends anyone could ask for."
I smiled. I didn't believe everything that Nick said, but he made me feel special enough to believe it for a second.
I flopped into his arms. He rubbed up and down my back, making me feel even more wanted.

"Nick?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" He whispered back.

I bottled out, I couldn't ask him. Even though it was obvious were already were in love I just couldn't say it.

"Nothing." I said, trying not to sound defeated by myself.

"What were you going to say?" Nick wouldn't let it drop, he poked my sides and scrabbled his fingers under my neck, making me become paralysed.

"Ok, ok. I'll tell you." I finally gave up.

I tried to get it out as quickly as I could.

"Well, you know... you and me. I think we should make it official, I mean there's no point in saying we're not because we are right? And we've basically already sold our souls anyways .. but hey who am I to say you love me or need me eh?"
My face turned every shade of embarassment.
Nick smiled at me, his eyes made me melt.

Nick cupped my chin in both his hands.
"I couldn't agree more." he said gently in my ear. And with that he leant in and kissed my lips.
He was so tender and soft with his touch. I had been struck with some sort of Jonas fever. I curled my arms around his neck and his put his around waist. We fell asleep together. Again.

Count down day two.

Nick admitted to the media that he, Nick Jonas was officially seeing his best friend, Mollie Monroe.

We met up with some of the guys friends and I met some of mine, old and new. I saw a tall cheeky face coming through the swarm of people at the hang out bar. David Henrie, he grabbed me and gave me a quick hug.
"I told you didn't I?" He grinned at me.
"You did indeed." I grinned back.

Everyone kept telling me how lucky I was that I was with Nick.
But I already knew that.

What surprised me the most, was that also people were telling me how Nick was lucky to have me. They haven't even seen me in my element or how I am yet! But I guess I was happy and grateful.

Five more days, and then people would really see.

The real Mollie Monroe.

Nick:

The first thing we decided to do after Mollie told us the truth, was to get away. Get away from New Jersey. Not forever, but until the pain passed.

On the plane Mollie leant on me, drifting off to sleep her head flopping on my shoulder. She may be just two years younger than me, but she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. She's so mature for her age, and I guessed I realise now why she had to be. There no one like her, and not only did I did to know that I'd always have her, but I realise that she wasn't as independent as I thought. She needed support and care. She needed someone to be there for her.
The plane was ten minutes from landing, and Mollie began to stir. Her gorgeous brown eyes flickered open and met my gaze. "Nick." She croaked. Her voice was hoarse, she had hardly spoken since we left the house.
"Mollie." I answered. We exchanged a warm smile and I held her hand as the plane descended.

When we got to our other home in L.A we thought it'd be a good idea to take Mollie out. We knew she loved attention and where better place to get in than none other than Hollywood itself? We wanted her to forget what happened, and as impossible as that might sound, I was determined to get rid of some memories from her past that must haunt her day in day out.
She didn't say much. Not even when we went to her favourite stores. Not when we bought her new clothes, she whispered 'thank you' repeatedly but never saying much else.

After our night out, we found ourselves sitting on the sofa together again. Kevin and Danielle sat on a loveseat together, Joe, Mollie and I were snuggled up on the couch. We watched a movie. We ate snacks. Mollie didn't touch anything.
"Mollie, you haven't eaten since this morning and it's nearly tomorrow." Joe said concerned, looking at the clock, 11:45PM.
Mollie just mumbled and curled up further into the edge of the sofa. I reached out and stroked her cheek. She blinked at me. Showing no emotion whatsoever. "Mollie," I whispered. Before I could carry on, she grabbed my hand clasped her hand tightly around it. She looked right at me, tears welling in her eyes.
"Nick." She croaked out. Her eyes glanced over at Kevin and Danielle who had fallen asleep in each others arms. She smiled sweetly at them. Then she let out a sigh. Joe was smiling too, at the sight of our brother and his fiance'. I looked back at Mollie, her face still as beautiful even when she was upset.
"Mollie. You have to know." I took a breath. "You're not alone now. You don't have to hide anymore. We'll never let anything happen to you."
Tears fell from her face and she began to speak.

"Nick. You can't not let ANYTHING happen to me. You can't promise that. But thank you. Thank you. I don't feel right depending on you, I'm such a selfish little brat..." I put my finger on her lips.

"No Mollie." Why would she think that? Why can't she see she needs someone.
"I've always depended on you, and I think that's why you are so mature for your age. You are so special Mollie. Don't forget that. You mean the world to me. Honest to god I have no idea what I'd do without you."

"You don't mean that." She stated with no emotion in her voice. She turned her face away, but I grabbed her chin and turned it to face me.

"I do mean it. I mean every word. Without you, a piece of me would be missing. There are many things that make up my life Mollie.
Music, my family, my brothers, and you. Mollie Monroe. You are a part of my life and without you my heart would still be searching for the missing pieces to the fix the puzzle that goes together to make my life bliss. I'm so lucky that I have you. Anybody who'd hurt you, anybody who'd make you feel worthless are not worth anything. But you, Mollie. You are worth everything to me. You understand?"

Her face was streaked with tears, but she nodded, her eyes becoming squinted.
"Nick." She stuttered through her tears. "I didn't know anyone could make me feel like this. You have made me feel like a Princess today. I'm sorry I've been an ignorant bitch. But now I see. I could use someone like you. You make me feel like life is worth living. And for that I am so grateful." And with that, I pulled her into my chest. Her body moulded into mine. Like she was meant to be there. She smelt fresh and my arms wrapped around her, never wanting to let go.
Mollie Monroe was my life. My best friend. But I had another feeling, something that I've always known. It hit me hard.

Am I, and Mollie Monroe...

Meant to be ?

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Mollie:

At that moment, I knew life was worth living. The Jonas family were my family. I loved them, and I guess they loved me too.
Nick was like a dream weaver, something spectacular you only read about in fairytales. He had a way of manipulating your heart into a strong desire of lust and hope for cupid to come down with his arrow.
When I was in his embrace, it was like I was meant to be there. His strong hold was like my safety net. I felt indestructible. I felt safe.
For once I felt like no one could hurt me, touch me.

We fell asleep together again that night. And I was glad. Glad that I had something worth living for again. I was afraid Nick didn't have the same feelings I had. But I guess he did. I was sure of that.

In the morning I untangled myself from my best friend and went upstairs to find a guitar. I sat down on my bed, and started to pluck. The words just came out. The words that drowned out all the sadness. Words that expressed how I really felt about Nick Jonas. My best friend. He'll always be my best friend, no matter what happens.

Kevin poked his head round the door,
"Mollie?" I stopped playing and looked up startled.
"The song sounds beautiful. I think you should play it tonight."
I looked confused.

"What? It's nowhere near finished, and ... tonight? What's happening tonight?"

"It sounds finished to me. You've sung it over five times. And yes, tonight, we're going to the House of Blues. You've said yourself you wanted to perform there one day."

I didn't know what to say. My head was suddenly filled with memories, my father's shouting.
"You will not pursue your pathetic dream of becoming a performer it's ridiculous! You stupid little girl, why would you think you could even possibly start to become a star? Your nothing Mollie, nothing. You hear?"

"Mollie, are you ok? What do you say then? You gonna do it?"

I came back to reality. Joe appeared at the door next to Kevin, and then Danielle's head rested on Kevin's shoulder.

"Go on baby girl, I know you'd rock the house." Danielle smiled at me.

"Mollie, you've got everything. You're beautiful, you sing like a pro, and you perform like a star. There's no way you can say no."
Joe grinned at me.

I smiled, looking down at my guitar. Then looked up at the three grinning faces at my door.
"Yes." I said. Clear and confident.
"Yes, I will."

Suddenly Joe stampeded at me, lifting me into his arms and spinning me round a dozen times. I wrapped myself around him and hugged him tight.
"Mollie, you'll be awesome. Don't worry about a thing." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you Joe." I hushed. he put his hand on the back of my head and rocked me in the air.

"Put her down Danger, and by the way, we've got to keep this from Nick. We can't let him know that you'll be performing."

"Why?" I asked, why couldn't Nick know?

"Because, I think he'd love the song even more if it was a surprise."
His teeth shone at me.
I guess he was right. Was it that easy to guess that the song was about Nick? Well, it was obvious to his family.

Everyone knew about me performing, everyone from Denise to Frankie Jonas.
Everyone but Nick.

That night, my stomach turned and flipped. I hadn't been on stage in ages. It felt like I was going to throw up out of every crevice I had, and my heart was heavy.

As I watched the boys perform, I scanned the audience. I noticed loads of the Disney lot. I had become friends with some of them. David Henrie saw me at the edge of the stage and made his way over to me. He hugged me. "Mollie you look great." I felt my face flushing.
"So do you, so what's been going on?" I said, trying to keep calm, my body was tingling, I was becoming more and more nervous. A few more songs and I'd be up there.

"I heard the guys were here and I had to come. So good to see you... I hear you're performing tonight."

I stared at him.

"What? How the hell did you know?"

He tapped his nose and said softly,

"Whatever it is, Nick is never going to fall out of love with you. Girl, you're special. Don't forget that." He gave me another quick cuddle and kissed my cheek and wandered back into the crowd.

Suddenly Joe's voice boomed into the microphone.

"Erm, we have a special guest tonight. We have been friends with this little star for a very long time, before we even started the band." Nicks face was a puzzled contortion, then his mouth broke into a smile as he caught my eyes.
"Here she is, MOLLIE MONROE!" Everyone cheered.
My heart pounded hard on my chest.

I grabbed the microphone and the boys moved to the side of the stage.

"This song, is for my best friend." I started. No too obvious right?
"He has made me feel like I could rule the world, without him, my life wouldn't be worrht living. Thank you." I felt like I was going to burst into tears, the song was strong and special to me. And if I did start to cry, so be it.

As the music twinkled on the piano I had asked Joe to do, I took a breath and started to sing my love for my best friend.

Nicholas Jerry Jonas.

I love you.

Mollie:

I was cradled in Nick's arms on the sofa. We hadn't breathed a word to each other for half an hour. The sounds that surrounded me were quiet and soft. Denise and Paul mumbling to each other in the kitchen, Kevin rubbing up and down Danielle's arms as she sat on his lap. She was like a big sister to me now, since I never had one. She told me about boys, friends, and life in general and I was thankful to her for giving me so much hope. But most of that was gone now.
I was laying on both Joe and Nick on the sofa sideways, breathing heavily and tears rolling down my cheeks every so often. Joe was stroking my legs, helping me to calm down. Nick traced patterns on my back with his fingers and played with my hair. I was calmer. Just enough so I could speak.

"It's my fault." I whispered ever so quietly.

"What?" Nick leant towards me, putting his ear to my mouth.

"It's all, my, fault." I stated quietly again.

Joe pulled my arms so I was upright, he cupped my chin and moved my face so I was looking at him. "No it's not. Mollie you cannot put yourself through this." My face was turning red hot with anger. No one understood. No could understand. Unless I told them. And now, I guess it didn't matter whether I did or not. My parents were dead now. There was nothing they could do about it.

"Joe." I breathed out, a tear slid down my face. Joe, still holding my head with his hand, used his thumb to wipe it away.

"I have to tell you." I stammered. I moved around so I was sitting in between Joe and Nick. Denise and Paul had just come into the room, sitting by Kevin and Danielle. Frankie sat on the beanbag in the corner, looking at me with his big eyes.

"I have to tell you all the truth..." Their eyes opened wide and Nick put his arm around me.

"About what?" He asked softly.

"About him." I answered in the same tone.

Denise leant forward. "Who's him sweetheart?"

"My dad." I said, barely audible.

"Go on honey." Paul nodded at me.

I took in a deep breath,

"When my biological mother and father were married, life was, was... great. As an only child you can expect some extra attention and they gave me all the love and care I needed. More than I wanted."

I sighed. I looked at Nick, I found it easier to focus on telling one person. He blinked at me.

"One day, I was about seven or eight, that day when I'd painted that picture of you and me at the park Nick." Nick nodded, he remembered.

"Well, my dad said he was so proud of me. He had put it on the fridge and told me he wanted to give me something. Something special. Something secret. And that I wasn't to tell anyone about my present. Not mummy, or even Nick." My voice quivered when I remembered the exact words my father had said. It sent chills down my spine.

FLASHBACK

Daddy led me to my room. He told me that he had a surprise for me, and that I couldn't tell anybody about it. Not mummy or any of my friends.

"Not even Nick?" I questioned.

"Not even Nick, it's too special and secret for little boys."
It must of been very special for Nick not to know.

Daddy took two of my dolls, Barbie and Ken.
"Ok Mollie I'm going to show you my present and how proud I am of you."

I watched my Daddy as he moved the two dolls together in a funny positions. Ken's hand moving up and down Barbie's legs and then touching her body.

"Does Barbie like it when Ken does that?" I asked.

"Oh yes. Barbie has done something that made Ken very proud of her."
My eyes opened wide.

My Daddy took off his jeans and started to take off his undershorts. He gripped hold of my hands and pulled me into his face, "I'm going to show you how proud I am of you Mollie."

He reached over and turned out the lights.

He started pulling my hands towards something near his legs. Then he grabbed ahold of me pulling me on top of him. I felt my skirt being pulled off my legs and then my underwear being ripped away from my skin.
The feeling I felt was pain and hurt. My back felt tight. My tummy felt like it had exploded. And my sides felt like they were splitting apart. I didn't feel comfortable.

I didn't like Daddy's present.

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Nick:

"And that's when my mother walked in. She told him she was going to report him for child abuse, they screamed at each other for what seemed like hours. And that's when it happenend. That's when he hit her. And she never got up."
Her voice started to crack. The whole room stared at her in disbelief.

"I didn't understand what happened then. I couldn't make sense of any of it. But now I can. I didn't dare breathe a word. Because I knew I'd...I'd...." I put my hand in hers.
She was now not only the most caring person in the world, she was also the bravest person I knew.
She pulled back her sleeves.

"What the fuck!?" Joe's voice filled with worry and anger.

Mollie's arms were covered in bruises and cuts. Some looked fresh, others were scabbing over. But either way, my best friend hadn't just been hurting inside all this time, but she was being physically beaten. Hurt. In pain. And I hadn't even noticed.

My mom and dad looked at her in shock and panic. She pulled up her top, and on her lower stomach she had a deep pink gash slicing into her hip bones.

"That's not the end of it."

"What more could that evil bastard do to you!?" Kevin exclaimed.

"Now you see," she began again. "Now, it wasn't just my father. It was Kathy. My step-mother."

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Mollie:

FLASHBACK

It was my twelfth birthday, the Jonas family had just been over, giving me my presents. Nick had given a handmade card which was awesome, and a silver heart locket which had a picture of us inside.

After they'd gone, Kathy was looking at what I had got.
"Oh, Brian. Look what Nicholas gave Mollie." My father walked in.
"Looks expensive doesn't it? How much do you think we'd get for it?"

I had been confused.
"What?" I asked.

"Shut up Mollie. This is FAR too expensive for a little girl to keep. We should sell it and get some money for it instead."

I screwed up my face.
"NO! It's my present from Nick. I'm going to keep it forever. It's special to me." I said, snatching the locket away from Kathy's hands.

Suddenly, a sharp, hard, slap shot across my face. She had hit me with so much gusto I'd fallen to the floor. She'd had the locket in her hands.

"Listen you little bitch." She wrenched her bony hand on the scruff of my t-shirt and pulled me off the ground.
"Who's bringing you up in this house? Who deserves some respect? Hmm?" he face was inches away from mine, her piercing blue eyes terrifying me into a state of sheer fear and panic.

"For your disgusting behaviour, we are going to sell your precious locket and the money made will be for us to keep the house going. You got that?" Her words stung. She spat her words like she was spitting venom.
"You Mollie. Are a worthless piece of shit!" She dropped her grip and my head crashed against the wooden floor boards.
"WORTHLESS." She screamed again. She kicked my stomach, making me double up and curl inwards. I was winded and couldn't speak.

"Say sorry to your mother Mollie." My father boomed.

As hard as I could, I started to open my mouth to try and talk,
"SAY SORRY!" He shouted again, louder and harsher.

"She's...not...my...mother." I managed to say.

Kathy had gone by now with the locket ready to sell in her hands.

My father's eyes squinted and with one breath, he started to kick me repeatedly in the chest. My throat felt numb and my stomach turned inside out.

When he stopped, a few seconds past before I threw up and coughed up a large amount of blood. He pulled my hair and forced me to look at his face.

"You are a disgrace to this family." He cursed at me. Then hit me full force round the face.

That day, I knew.

Everything was going to change.

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Nick:

Listening to the horrors that she'd endured during her childhood made me want to curl up and die. How did I not see this? How did I not notice her pain? How did I become so oblivious to her hurt? How did I not spot the secrets? And now, some things became clear. And the one fight we had about her losing the locket. She hadn't lost it at all.

She carried on telling us how the emotional and physical abuse and put-downs were almost daily. How her father had made her swear not to breathe a word to anyone or he'd find her and kill her.

"And, he made me swear that... no matter how much..." She gasped. Trying to find some way to talk. I squeezed her hand, looking into her eyes.

"My father made me swear that no matter how much I liked you Nick. I was to never, ever have a relationship with you." My was spinning. Not only was she stolen from a normal childhood, but was stripped of her rights as a human being.

"He told me if I did."

She took a breath.

"He'd kill you." And with that she burst into tears again.

Everything made sense. Why she never opened up about her family to anyone. Why she could never explain some of things she did.

I held her tight. My whole family crowded round her, making her feel loved.

"You. The Jonas family, have helped me through so much. When you left for tour, I tried so desperately not to cry infront of you. You made me the good person I am today. And for that I am thankful."

So we sat on the sofa together. All holding each other.

Family.

A real family.

"Nick." She whispered through the embrace.

"Yes Mollie." I answered.

"I love you." Even though I couldn't see her face, I could tell she was smiling.

I reached up to my lips with my finger, kissed it and then fumbled my way through the bodies and placed the kiss on Mollie's cheek.

I felt her hand fumble through and I clasped it.

"I love you too." I whispered.

And eventhough the whole family heard us, I felt strong. Like nothing could beat me. With Mollie, the most courageous and strongest person I know by my side. I was going to support her in everything she chose to do. I could feel the families compassion and warm love oozing from the hug we'd tangled ourselves in.

I wasn't going to let her down.

I had to protect her.

Mollie wasn't going anywhere without me ever again.

Nick:

I awoke to Mollie's light breathing and a bright flash of light peeking its way through the curtain. I'd been leaning on her all night and there was a pattern on her shoulder where my vest had been. I turned over and looked at the clock.

9:17AM.

Jeez. I never sleep in this late. I kicked back the covers and stretched my arms as I got out of bed. When I got up I turned to watch Mollie sleeping. Her hair was spread across the pillow and the duvet was bunched up either side of her, like a protection. She'd always had problems sleeping. Whether it was about the dark, or the door being kept shut, or generally just getting to sleep. I turned the lamp off and went to wash my face and take a quick shower.
When I came out with fresh clothes on, Mollie was sitting up filing her nails. I sighed playfully, "Mollie Monroe, what are you doing?"
She looked up and smiled, "Well, Nicholas what does it look like I'm doing?" She giggled.
"Sorry Miss. You are so cheeky." I said walking over to the bed ruffling my hair. She put the file down and turned to me,
"I do try." We both shared a gasp of laughter. She flopped down flat onto the bed.
"Do you want some breakfast? 'Coz I was just going to get some?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, but I've got to have a shower first, I'll be there in a few."
She shot out of bed, grabbed her clothes that were on the floor and ran into the en suite, slamming the door shut. She seemed in a bit of a hurry.
When I got to the kitchen everybody was already sitting either at the table or on the stools. "Hey honey, pancakes or toast?"
"Er, pancakes." I said with a nod.
"Go and ask Mollie what she wants." My mom nodded in the direction to my room as she flipped a pancake.

I could hear the shower running when I walked into my bedroom, I leant on the door and knocked. "Mollie?" I cooed. No answer. "Mollie?" I said a bit louder. No reply. "Mollie?" I said, my voice a bit more shouty than it had been a few seconds ago. She didn't respond. Nothing. I kept knocking but Mollie didn't say anything. Joe appeared at the door, startling me a bit. "What's going on? Why are you shouting?" I breathed, catching my breath.
"Mollie isn't answering."
"Well, she probably can't hear you."

Suddenly, a voice from down the hall called,
"Tell Mollie to turn off the shower now, the hot water isn't running!"

I turned back to the en suite door, "MOLLIE!" I waited. Nothing.
Joe moved me aside and leant on the door, "Mollie Monroe, if you do not get your skinny butt out here right now you're gonna pay!" He boomed.
No voice came from inside the bathroom.
"Oh come on, there's no way she couldn't of heard that!" Joe thundered his fists onto the door. Still, nothing.

My heart pounded on my chest. Joe was right. There was no way she could of not heard that.

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Mollie:

I stepped into the shower, my tanned skin becoming darker as the drops of water splintered my body. I rubbed down my arms, dark purple circles all over them. I felt my torso, the gash across my lower stomach was still sore and under the water it looked even more pink and raw. My legs were cut, bruise, graze and scab free, apart from my upper thigh, a slight wound where the buckle of the belt had caught it.
When I stepped out of the shower, I quickly put on my underwear and oversized t-shirt before turning off the shower. But when I turned to do so, my foot slipped and my head fell onto the side of the bath. I'd soon fallen into a dark unconsciousness.
My parents were right. I was always too clumsy.

I was nothing but trouble.

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Nick:

When we finally broke the door down, we had no idea what state Mollie would be in. Unfortunately, it was worse than we thought. My dad turned off the shower and opened the curtain where Mollie was half in half out. Remains of the blood from where she hit her head trickled down the bath edge. "Oh my god." Was all I managed to say. My best friend was always ok. Nothing ever bad happened to her. Ever.
The ambulance was here in a few mere minutes and Kevin rushed off to tell her parents.

I just watched Mollie's body being moved and placed onto a stretcher. "Can I go with her?" I asked. I was quivering, my voice had never sounded so shrill.
One of the medical assistants nodded.

When we got to hospital, Kevin came in after with Big Rob. His face looked solemn. "We had to make two emergency calls today." He said slowly.
"What?" I said, furrowing my brows, but never taking my eyes of my best friend in the glass room next to me.
"Mollie's parents are dead." I turned to him.
"What?" My voice was barely a whisper.
"Her parents committed suicide early this morning."
How was this going to affect Mollie? What would she do? Of course the first thought that popped into my head was that she stayed with us. We had the room, that was no problem. But they were her parents. She never spoke much about them, and they mostly kept to themselves, but... but. I don't know what I'd do without my parents.

If and when she recovered from her ordeal, how were we supposed to tell her? What were we meant to say?

The next few days were the worst days of my life. We were told we couldn't visit Mollie until she was completely stable again. It must have been terrifying for her. And, to save us the pain of telling her about her parents. A social worker had told her hours after she woke up. I'd be waiting for her. She needed me now more than ever. I was going to be there for her, just as she had been there for me.

FLASHBACK

I held her tightly, and she rocked me back and forth. "Sssh, hey." She said softly. My tears seeping through her t-shirt. "Nick, she doesn't deserve you." She held my head in her hands. "You are so much better than her Nick. So much better." She kissed my forehead and I layed on her laps as she played with my hair soothingly. "If I was her I'd be ashamed. Ashamed and embarassed that she's let go of an amazing person. You needn't worry babe. I'm always here for you, no matter what the problem. You got it?" She said and stopped playing with my curls.
I nodded. Mollie was great. She was the best friend I could of asked for. My brothers told me I should date her. She was incredibly beautiful, no doubt about that. She was smart, funny, witty, caring, sweet, understanding, and was the most trustworthy, loyal and honest person I've ever met. We go on really well, we fooled around together, like brother and sister. We've never fought about anything serious, ever. But when I try to hint at a date, she'd turn off. She just wanted to be friends. And that was fine, she was an outstanding friend. If there was a competition on being a best friend she'd win it for sure. But I did take her out places, but there was never any touching of the lips. For some reason, when you kiss someone on the lips the relationship goes from flirty to full on in the media's eyes and it didn't help being papped everywhere.
Another reason why I liked having Mollie as a friend was because she dealt with the attention. I guess she secretly liked it, and there's no shame in that. But she dismissed it, didn't care what people said and always told me all she ever wanted is to be a good friend. She didn't fail.

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Mollie:

After I was discharged from the hospital all I wanted to do was see the Jonas family. I wanted to cry and cry and cry. Until I was drained of tears.

My parents were dead. I wasn't sure what to make of it. I loved my parents, you had to love your family. But I found it hard to find any sympathy in myself. The things that happened in my house, were unspeakable. I'd never want to involve anybody in what goes on behind my front door.

When I arrived back at my street, my house looked the same as it had done before, only with bright orange and white taping surrounding the outside.

I'm guessing they heard the car pull up.

Nick pulled me out of the car and held me tightly in his arms. I started to bawl into his shoulder as he rubbed my back. "It's going to be ok Mollie. I promise you." He hushed into my ear.

I lifted my head back so I looked him right in the eyes. "I'm so sorry," I spluttered out, "I'm so..sorry. I'm sorry I'm nothing but trouble."

Nick clasped my head and forced me into an embrace and I felt a tear dampen on my back. "Don't you dare say you're sorry. None of this is your fault. Don't you dare believe for one second this is your fault."

But the thing was, I had to dare. Maybe it was all my fault. Maybe I was the reason for this tragedy.

For one second, I dared to believe this was all my fault.

Nick:

We'd just finished out last concert and we were heading back home. I couldn't wait to see Mollie. She always made me feel happy, no matter what mood I was in beforehand, she never let me go until I was smiling.

As we pulled up outside our house, Mollie's front door opened. She peeked her head out. A smile emerged from her face and she was grinning from ear to ear.

"You're back!" She squealed as she leaped into my arms. I spun her around and held her tightly in mid-air.
"Little Miss Mollie!" Joe cried as he walked over to us. I let her down and she hugged Joe.
"Joseph Adam Jonas! What have you done to your hair!? " She exclaimed, pulling on a curly strand of hair. Joe looked at her, half serious, half playful. Suddenly he grabbed her waist and turned her around, tickling her sides. She doubled over, trying to escape from my brothers strong hands. "Hey, hey... Jooo...seph!" She couldn't control herself and was giggling really hard. Kevin laughed at the sight as he came over and I joined him. Finally, Joe stopped attacking her and lifted her up, holding her underneath her thighs. "I missed your laugh Mollie." Joe smiled. She grinned back at him, then smacked his shoulder, "What was that for? You could of told me about Kevin and the banana again, that would of..." But she was already cracking up at the story.
"Very funny Mols." Kevin cringed, he was still embarassed. Joe let go of Mollie and she ran into Kevin. "Have you gotten taller?" She asked him, fiddling with the accessory buttons on his shirt.
"No." Kevin chuckled, "Have you gotten shorter?" Mollie opened her mouth widely, but still playing along,
"No, actually. I've grown half an inch. I'm now the almighty height of five foot and four inches." I laughed at her ahcievement and put my arm around her, smiling, "You're still short." She glared at me jokingly, then punched my arm.
"I know." We all went into fits of laughter.

"Come on, let's have Mollie over for dinner." My mother shouted and we all started to walk into our home we hadn't seen in over half a year.

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Mollie:

"So Mollie, how's school going?" Paul asked me, chewing on some steak.
I hated school. With a passion. I had no friends. Well, I did, but they weren't the sort of people I could trust.
"Oh, you know. As good as schools go." I decided I wasn't happy with my answer so I carried on, trying to make it look like I was happy.
"Drama is awesome. I love it. And English is great, I love writing. And well, Music is just... great." I winced a little. Music was great, when I was with Mr.Tunelock. He inspired me so much, he complimented every song I wrote and every chord I played. Not to mention, when I told him I got into music after the Jonas boys showed me how to rock it, he told me he a big fan of their music. It was my last year. I was one of the youngest and I didn't turn sixteen until I left for Summer break.

"Really?" Nick's lit up. "You write any new songs?" he asked.

"Loads...but they're not that good." I said half smiling. They weren't amazing, just little ideas that came out of my mouth and ended up on paper.
"I bet they are!" Kevin grinned across the table. I shook my head embarassedly.
We finished eating and Paul and Denise went to put Frankie to bed and went to watch a movie together in their room.

"Frankie's grown so much!" I cried, when we were all snuggled up on the sofa together.
"Yeah." They all chimed together like clockwork.
"You still look sixteen." Joe said out of the blue.
"What?" I laughed.
"You have looked sixteen since you were fourteen!" Joe put his arm around me and kissed my forehead and then put his arm back next to Kevin's.
"Let's hear some of these songs then!" Kevin jumped up reaching for the nearest guitar, then handing it to me.
I sighed. "Look guys, they're not..."
"Just play you little rockstar." Nick winked at me. His eyes made me melt. I could never keep my eyes off him. I did it carefully, so no one noticed, but he was mesmerising.
I started to play,

"Listen to me,
To what I have to say,
I never wanted,
To hurt you this way,
But the time has come,
To let it all out, and
Tell you the truth..."

My voice wobbled, this was the wrong song to sing. It was too personal, eventhough I told the boys everything. I almost sold my soul. The boys didn't seem to notice, eventhough their expects at analysing songs, so I carried on. Trying not to make it too obvious I'd regretting what I was singing.

"You gave me it all,
You made me so strong,
You showed me the light,
So nothing seemed wrong,

You helped me to breathe,
And let go of my fear,
So I need to be honest,
And tell you right here..."

The boys just stared at me, all smiling but intensely focused at the same time.

"Some things have happened,
That I don't want to say,
Like a broken record,
It don't want to play,

All my life,
I've told you,
That's everything's ok,
But right here, right now,
I just gotta say..."

I took in a breath.

"I hid it away,
So you couldn't see,
The pain that was tearing,
And seeping through me,

When I did smile,
I was crying inside,
And when I laughed,
It always felt like a lie,
And I never wanted,
For it to come to this,
So I pretended I was happy...

..And faked life was bliss."

"Wow. That was one powerful song Little Miss." Nick said, shaking his head in disbelief. I wondered if he knew what it was really about?
I placed guitar down. We all sat in stunned silence for what felt like forever. I was stretched out so my back was flat on the sofa and my legs bent over the edge.
After a while, I felt a light touch tracing around my stomach. I giggled, and looked up and saw Nick with one hand on my torso and the other flicking channels on the remote. He always used to do this to help me relax. I found it so soothing. But he was being to light with his fingers it tickled too much, so I burst out with laughter. Nick looked at me and squeezed my side and laughed. We then intertwined fingers and I sat up. Kevin was half-asleep, and Joe was just tiredly focused on the T.V.

After another ten minutes we decided we should go to bed. We woke up Kevin and Joe from their half sleep, half daydream and we trudged up the stairs.

"Night Mollie."

"Night Kevin."

"Night Mollie."

"Night Joe." I whispered back.

Nick and I always shared a room. There was no funny business, he'd just always had two bed in his bedroom, both placed side by side. I slipped into the en suite and changed into my 'emergency pj's' I kept round the house and jumped into the bed. Nick was propped up in his sweat pants and white vest top.
"Woah, Jonas. You've got some muscles on you now!" I reached across, squeezing his biceps. Nick laughed,
"And look at you, Monroe. You still got nothing on you!" He said, grabbing at my ribs. I'd always been slender. I ate what I wanted, when I wanted, I'd never gained too much or lost too much weight. As of the moment I weighed 106lbs. And that's was how it was going to stay. I'd been warned.

"Actually," I said, laughing. "Check these babies out!" I flexed my biceps and I had a impressive lot of muscle for a girl. Nick chuckled and squeezed my arm. "Not bad." He said, still smiling with both his eyes and lips.

"Mollie?" His voice was hesitant, I was worried what he was going to ask.

I nodded. "Yeah?"

"That song, what was it about? What made you write it?" My stomach dropped, then tied itself it knots. My throat became dry and a sweep of fear electricuted through my body.

"Erm, it was just a story. I wrote a story in creative writing about this girl with all these secrets and stuff, so I thought I'd write a song about it to inspire me a bit more." It wasn't a complete lie.
I had written a story about a girl who had secrets. But the lie was, it wasn't just a story.

"Oh." Nick said, sounding a little disappointed with my answer, but didn't question it any further.

I turned over and grasped my pillow. Suddenly I whipped my head around. I got up and closed the door shut. Nick observed me as I did this. It was usual for me to want the door completely closed. I've never told him why, he just accepted it.
As I got back into the bed I held my pillow. I felt Nick's gaze fall upon me. "Do you want me to turn off the light?" He asked quietly.
"No."
I had a fear of the dark. I was truly terrified by it. I know it's just like in the day, but you never know what's hiding in the shadows.
Just as I closed my eyes, I felt a hand wrapping around my waist.
I breathed out. "Nick Jonas. What do you want?" I said, laughing.

"What? Can't I hug my best friend?"
Best friends. That's what we were. And that's how it was always going to stay.
He put his head on my shoulder and leant the left side of his body on mine. His feet were cold, and I shuddered away from them underneath the covers. He laughed and trapped my feet in his so I couldn't move.
My heart started to beat faster, I knew we were just friends, fooling around, but it reminded to much of being in this situation. Being restrained. Not being able to move.
Nick sensed my anxiety. He let go of his grasp around my ankles and let go of his body weight on me, and let his hand slide down to find mine.
He rubbed my fingers softly, and whispered gently into my ear.

"I love you Mollie. I couldn't find a better friend than you." Sort of relieved with his comment, I smiled and breathed onto my pillow.
I loved Nick. So much. Too much. But I can't fall for my best friend. It wasn't allowed. Or rather, it couldn't be allowed.

After a few moments after Nick finished playing with my fingers, I spoke back to him. "I love you too Nick." I untangled our hands, turned around so I was looking right at him. His curls brushing against my face, still smelling of shampoo. His eyes, hypnotising my heart to skip a few beats.
I kissed his nose shyly and then turned back around as quickly as I could.
Nick chuckled quietly under his breath and snuggled up to me.
"Night night Miss Mollie." He hushed, and then kissed my neck softly.
I grinned into my duvet.

This was meant to be.

But it couldn't.

Rosmy:

When I walk down the street and I hear the screams, the names, the clicks of the cameras. I try to blank it out. They all want to know what happened to Nick Jonas. Who's that? Who's Nick Jonas? Of course, in some ways I felt sorry for him. He HAD forgotten songs, and I'd caught glimpses and heard gossip about him forgetting chords, lyrics and not knowing what to do on stage. They blame me. It's all HER fault. It's kind of ironic, they are angry at you for causing your ex-boyfriend to make so many mistakes, but they are angry at you for leaving him.
I do feel guilty. It wasn't his fault. But it pains me too much to even see his picture in a magazine, his smile on a poster, his voice on the radio. Even my favourite Jonas Brothers songs were all wiped from my computer, iPod and the CD collection was hidden away. I don't play 'Tonight' anymore. When they scream encore they always shout for the song. I just tell them, 'I don't play that song anymore.' They know it's because of him.
They realised soon enough, and that day when I was down the street passing T.V shops, I saw my live performance of 'Tonight' in Cali. I watched for a mere ten seconds before turning my head away and being greeted by a herd of paparazzi.

'Why don't you play 'Tonight' anymore?'

'What happened between you guys?'

'Did he cheat on you?'

'Did you cheat on him?'

'Why did you leave Nick Jonas?'

Nick Jonas. There were so many things I wanted to scream at the cameras. So many truths I wanted to admit into the flashes. But I couldn't.
I still had respect for him, no matter how much it hurt.
I shoved a pap out the way and he tumbled into the guy next to him, they both collided and fell into a parked car. The window smashed. Shit.

I was charged with assault and fined $50,000. It was broadcast over the headlines. Parents didn't want their tweenage kids to come and see me anymore. I lost alot of my younger fans. I didn't mean to. They were in my way, my space, my privacy... my life. I didn't want everyone to know what I had for breakfast everyday, I didn't want the world to see me working out in the gym. My life was crumbling, and I needed to get out on stage ASAP.
I booked the House of Blues and was told there would be special guests. Awesome, new people from the industry.

The next day I was ready to reassure myself my dream meant the world to me. I knew it, I just had to make sure everyone else did too.

I had no idea who the guests were but they were supporting me after my last song, so it should be cool.
I sang my new record, which went down a storm THANK GOD. It was all about living life to full no matter what comes your way, a song that I'm happy to stick by. My old songs, and some covers, and then my final song. Everyone's mouth dropped when I told them I'd be performing 'Tonight.' It wasn't about him anymore anyway. It was for everyone to relate to, now it was just a story song to me. A made-up relationship.
The guests came on walking from the wings.
My mouth turned dry. I couldn't talk. My legs nearly collapsed. My heart pounded violently against my chest.

Them. It was them.

Nick:

We were surprised when we got the call from the 'House of Blues' asking us to support a guest star. Without sounding rude, they had to be a megastar for us to be supporting them. When we got there, we had no idea who we were supporting. We were ushered through while the star was on stage talking to the crowd. She was British. I peeped through the curtain.
A funky, brown-haired slender girl, was working the stage, explaining something to the crowd which made them gasp.
"Oh my god." Kevin whispered behind me.
"What?" I said, looking over my shoulder at him.
"Dude." Joe stammered, placing his hand on Kevin's shoulder to keep him upright.
"What?" My voice was low, and I sounded impatient and harsh.
"Nick, I don't think we should go on stage." Joe said, his face turning white.
"Why not?" I turned back to look at her. Her face. That stunning face. Those big brown eyes. The chaotic, but stylish haircut. The voice.

Her. It was her.

Rosmy.

Nick's POV:

No matter how hard I tried, I could not remember anything about this girl. How old she was, what her favourtie colour was, I even sometimes struggled to remember her name. I was given countless information about this amazing girl, and I'd wish and wish that I could find even a little memory of her in my mind, but I couldn't think of a single thing. She sounded like an angel,the way my family described her, I was obviously lucky to be with her. But they must of also been things that only me and her shared, secrets or special feelings that us two only encountered that made our relationship so strong.
When my brothers told me the day we met, I felt a pang of guilt. I must have put her in so much pain. Seeing two people she loved in a hospital bed, and having no other relations. She must be very strong, but I guess she doesn't realise that. My brothers tell me she's done well for herself. Apparently she came on tour with us and then she picked up huge events and was in the headlines almost all the time, and it was surprising to hear that alot of the time, the Jonas Brothers weren't involved. I remember us going on tour, I remember playing to the crowds. I just can't fathom any event or occasion that included her. Her. Rosmy. It was such a pretty name. And she had a beautiful face to go with it.
I don't understand. I'm putting her through hell. I know it's not might fault I slipped. I was trying to call her, trying to reach her before her last concert and that's when I slipped. What was wrong with me?

I tried to resume a normal life. The family got calls from her at least three times a week. Frankie was very fond of her, he'd didn't understand why she left, so he frequently asked when she was coming back. We didn't know what to say, and the question was always answered with, 'I don't know.' Because we really didn't. She probably never was going to come back, I can understand that. It would be painful. Very painful. Why can't I just remember.

My brothers and I were in our studio going through papers and songs that had been put to the side. I was shuffling through some papers when I came across a cursive piece of writing, I uncreased the paper and read it,

'To Rosmy,

I just wanted to let you know that..." the rest of the wrting was scribbled out and torn. My heart started to beat faster. Then I searched through more papers in the exactly same writing but a different message, all starting with 'To Rosmy...'

'I can't live without you.'

'I need you to understand that I'm always here for you.'

'I would never hurt you.'

'I'll always be here for you.'

They went on and on, I guess, I really did love this girl.
And then I read the last one, in full and completely heartfelt.

'To Rosmy,

There is no other way to say this. I love you. More than you'll ever know. Even if we never talk again, even if we never see each other again, I just want to let you know you've made a change in my life, and for that I am truly grateful. I'll never forget you, ever. I promise.

All my love,

Nicholas Jerry Jonas x'

I gulped. I don't remember writing this, my mind was like a blank page. I made a promise to never forget her. I guess that's why it hurt her so bad. Maybe I told her these words? Maybe I said something similar? I blinked, a few tears ran down my face.
"Dude, what's up?" Joe came over to me. I never cried, so it was obvious something was wrong.
I wiped away my tears and gathered the pieces of paper and handed them to Joe.
"I loved her Joe." I whispered, I felt the waterworks beginning to build up inside of me. "I loved her..." Joe blinked worriedly at me. "Why can't I remember!?" I fell to the ground and held my head in my hands. I wanted to remember so badly, the pain was tearing through my body, up to my throat making it burn with all the sorrow. "Hey man, it's going to be alright." Joe dropped the papers on the table and hugged me. My head fell into his chest and Kevin crouched beside us and placed his hand on my back. "Nick," Kevin hushed, "Don't worry about a thing. We'll help you remember, we will. I promise."

But I knew about promises. Promises were the most painful gift in the world. And I'd broken a promise. To my girlfriend. My girlfriend. Rosmy.
Her name was beginning to become more familiar by day.
Rosmy. Roz-me. Yeah. That's right.
But will I ever remember anything more than her name?

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Nick's POV:

Everyone just looked at me, wondering what the hell I was about to ask.
"Come on Nick, spit it out!" Joe said encouragingly.
"First of all I want to let you know." I paused, looking around at everyone.
"I don't just want this."
I breathed out.
"I need this." Everyone nodded.
"Would it be ok with you guys, if... I asked Rosmy to marry me?" Everyone gasped. I winced. Then I felt my mother's arms around me. "Sweetheart, it'd be more than ok." I smiled into her hug. Everyone cheered and I laughed. "You know son," My dad put his arm around me. "She's one heck of a girl, she's intelligent, funny, she's got tons of energy, she's beautiful, and Nick." Looked into my eyes. "She's perfect for you." I grinned then nodded.
"Thanks dad." He patted my shoulder.
"When are you planning to ask her?" Kevin enquired, after all, this WAS the second engagement from the Jonas Brothers.
"After her last concert in cali, the wrap party she invited everyone to." Joe high fived me, "Proud of you man."
"Thanks bro." I was so glad everyone was happy for me.
"Does this mean she's my like, REAL sister now?" Frankie jumped up.
I put my arm around my little brother, "Yes it sure does." Frankie ran around the sofa and kept whooping. It was amazing to see such positive reactions.

So I had the ring engraved with simply, 'I Love You.' and her name on the rim at the top. I wrapped up the ring in paper that I'd written on, a sort of wrapped in love letters type thing. I remembered how she never wanted me to forget, that day when Miley turned up. So, I wrote,
"To Rosmy,
I want you to know, even if we grow apart, even if I never see you ever again, if I never communicate with you ever again, I just want to let you know. You've made a difference to my life, you made a change to me and I'm grateful to you for that. And you'll always have a place in my heart.

I love you with all my heart,
Nicholas Jerry Jonas x

P.S - I'll never forget you. Ever."

And how could I forget her? She was the most amazing girl on this planet.

So the day she left for her tour I handed her the box. I told her not to open it until I told her to.
I missed her terribly. I found it hard to keep her off my mind, of course I still loved every second of performing, but I guess you really don't know what you've got until it's gone.
The day of the concert I was so excited. I got to see my girlfriend and soon to be fiance' perform, and then I'd call her and tell her to open the box and voila! Hopefully she'd say yes, and it was less awkward that way. Writing things down always helped me let out my feelings better, I could have sung a song asking her hand in marriage but that would have been a bit too cheesy.

I couldn't contain myself, I had to call her and say good luck before the concert. I reached into my pocket and called her.
I walked down the stairs as it rang, suddenly, I lost my footing, my hand slipped off the railing. I tumbled down the hard cold stairs and was engulfed in total darkness.

Rosmy's POV:

As sat beside my fire in the living room. I was lonely, but I tried to get out as much as I could. So I sat and thought about how to permenantly get rid of Nick Jonas out of my head. It's not easy. Obviously. Having someone in your life who you love and care for, to suddenly not know of these feelings and have no recognition who you are.
I tried to imagine my mother's last words, to live my dream. I had to focus on that right? I looked up at the promise box on the mantelpiece, I kept it there. I guess I had a little part of me that believed he'd remember. What was in the box? It couldn't be anything THAT important. You know, like, it wasn't an engagement ring or anything in there. I reached up and fiddled with the mystery box.
Somehow, I had to get it out of my head. I promised 'Nick' that I wouldn't open it. Eventhough I had great desire to do so. it was the one thing that reminded me of him constantly. So, I had to rid of it.
I picked up my coal clamper and placed the box in the handles. I cringed, but it had to be done. I moved my hand feverishly to the fire, and dropped the box. The flames whipped violently at the box, the corners sinking into themselves turning black. I blinked a few tears them wiped them away. It felt good almost. I felt proud of myself. Burning the memories of him out of my mind.

I was not going to stop, until I'd finished forgetting Nick Jonas.

Nick's POV:

I didn't know who she was. All I knew was that she was beautiful, and from the way she spoke, she sounded fairly intelligent. From what my family has told me, we were insperable. Nothing could keep us away from each other. It sounds like she had a big impact on me AND my family. She sounded great. But, I guess it does hurt. What if one of my brother's forgot who I was, what I was like. I can see why she left. I respect her decision, but I just wish I could start to be able remembering this girl called 'Rosmy.'

Rosmy's POV:

The next morning I came downstairs all wrapped up, it was another chilly morning. I pulled a blanket over myself and sat on the sofa. I turned on the TV and watched the morning news.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a piece of singed piece of paper on the floor I bent down and picked it up, and was about to throw it into the bin when I noticed writing on the piece of paper. I tried not to read it. All that read on the scrap of paper was,

'I'll never forget you.'

Well Nick Jonas. You were wrong.
So very wrong.

It was like it was the beginning of the end. I was crazy for you Jonas.

Crazy For You.

Rosmy's POV:

I stampeded down the corridors, people whipping their heads round as I ran. Big Rob followed me and when I stopped because I didn't know where I was going he took my hand and led me down what seemed like the longest hallway ever. I was feeling so very faint.
I saw the room he was in right away, I charged to the door, but a nurse stopped me, holding her hand up at me. "Family only." I wanted to scream. I stared at her, tears started to spill over my cheeks, "But, I..."
Big Rob came up behind me, "She IS family." The nurse didn't bother arguing.
I opened the door. There he was. Laying on the bed. Tubes and all sorts of complicated wires attatched to his body. "Oh my god." I cried out. Joe got off his seat and wrapped his arms around me, swaying me gently. "What's wrong, what happened, wha.. what.." I couldn't even talk, my mouth was turning dry and it reminded me when my mother died. I wasn't about to loose the best thing that came into my life.
Mrs Jonas took my hand, tears streaming down her face too.
"Sweetheart, Nick fell down the stairs. He hit his head very hard and has been unconcious since then." Joe let me slip out of his grasp and I waled over to Nick. He still looked beautiful, eventhough his face was deadly pale, and he looked like a corpse. "Is he going to be ok?" I managed to whisper.
"The doctors don't know babe. They told us at first he might slip into a coma." His voice quivered. I gulped.
Kevin pulled out a phone from his pocket. "He tried to call you when it happened. I guess he just slipped." His voice trailed off. Kevin got up and stood behind me, putting his arms infront of my body. For a moment, I felt safe. I felt like nothing could touch me. Like a story, or a song. Mr Jonas mumbled his first words since I'd entered the room, Frankie was sitting on his lap. "Maybe you should sing to him Rosmy. He was dying to hear them..." I breathed in.
I sat on the bed, clasped Nick's freezing cold hand, and began to sing,
"You..." I gasped and sucked in tears. Kevin put his hand on my shoulder. I took another breath.
"You, you're like a dream,
And I never want to wake up again.
And you, you make happy,
The happiest that I've ever been." Everyone was deadly silent. Joe put his hand on my other shoulder.
"I thought hope was gone,
There goes the sun,
But you came along,
You're the one." Mrs Jonas was crying, Frankie blinked and a few tears ran down his precious face. He got up and held my waist, and with my other hand I placed it on his back comfortingly.
"Oh, my darling.
Your smile is so bright,
It could light up the sky,
Tonight.

And I can't believe you're in my life,
You made everything that was wrong, right,
You told me to keep the faith,
You trusted every word I said,
And when you..." My voice wavered, crying never really does help when you're singing.
"And when you looked at me.
With those eyes.
When you held me,
In your arms,
When you said that everytime I smiled at you,
You went to heaven..." I stopped, and then breathed in quickly.

"Then I realised,
Tonight,
Is not just tonight,
Tonight, is always right,
And tonight,
Is every night,
That you searched into my soul,
And found the key that reached my true goal.
That night, everything changed.
And tonight..." Everyone was crying, and I couldn't almost go on, but I had just a few more words.
"I.
Love.
You."
I bent my head and kissed Nick's hand. Everyone was in hysterics. Kevin, rested his head on my shoulder. "That was beautiful Rosmy." I blubbered and hugged him with one arm.

Suddenly, I felt a movement in my hand. I gasped. Nick's hand was moving. An icy chill went down my spine. Everyone up,
"Nick honey?" Mrs Jonas' voice was filled with panic. Nick's eyes twitched, and then, they opened. "NICK!" Everyone screamed in unison.
We all hugged him and tears of happiness ran down everyone's face.
Nick smiled, he looked round at everyone, he looked from Kevin to Frankie smiling. Then he got to me. He looked at me puzzled. I smiled at him, "Nick, I'm so glad you're awake." I stroked his hand. He observed me doing this and screwed up his face. "What's wrong honey?" Mrs Jonas asked.
Nick looked around, as if he was looking for something. Then he whipped his head round. "What happened?"
"Honey, you fell and hit your head really hard. It's a miracle you're awake." She rubbed his arm and Nick smiled. Then he looked back at me,
I studied me up and down.
"Who are you?" Nick spat at me. My heart sunk. What did he mean? I was his girlfriend, I was his girl. I was...
"That's Rosmy sweetie, you remember her right?" I started to tear up again.
Nick, struggled to answer, he sucked in his lips, "I'm sorry. I don't know who you are." Joe and Kevin looked at one another.
"Nick, she's been your girlfriend for over a year, she's like family now." Nick found this hard to understand. He shook his head then looked into my eyes.
"You're very beautiful, but I don't remember. How hard did I hit my head?" With that the doctor came in, I sat down, trying to compose myself with the 'new' Nick I was encountering.
"Nick Jonas! You are awake!" he fiddled with his clipboard and asked the family to ask him questions to see if he had forgotten anything.
"He's forgotten me." I whispered. The doctor knelt down beside me, "How long hve you known Nick?"
"Just over a year." I said, barely audible.
The doctor nodded and got up. "Well, if Nick has forgotten someone who has been with him over a year then he may have forgotten other events that have happened in the past year. He might of even forgotten to play instruments."
Nick shook his head, "No, I know how to play instruments...So, you were my girlfriend?" The words stung, 'were', it almost seemed we split up. And in a weird kind of way, we had. There was no connection. I didn't feel anything towards him, eventhough I knew he'd lost his memory.
"Yes. And you were amazing. You were there for me through thick and thin, you were my everything." When I used 'were' a part of my heart broke. I couldn't believe this.
"It's possible Nick has selective amnesia. Allowing the brain to forget certain events."
I bent my head and started to bawl. Joe put his arm around me, "hey babe, it's fine. You'll always be our little sister." I squeezed him tight. He was a great brother.
Nick started to speak, "I'm sorry. I don't remember who you are. If I could, I honestly would. You sound amazing and I would be lucky to have a girlfriend like you but... I don't remember." I got up and nodded.

"It's ok." I breathed out.
"We could learn to like each other again." I put my hand up. And shook my head, still crying.
"No. No matter how hard we try, you will never relive what made us click. Nothing could bring back the chemistry, the feelings and emotions. It's just a memory to me now. And it may seem selfish, me telling you this, but I don't want it to hurt anymore." I let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm going." Everyone in the room turned to look at me.
"Rosmy, no." Joe said sternly. "No matter if Nick has forgotten you. You are still part of this family." I loved Joe, he was incredible. "Maybe Nick will remember..."
"But what if he doesn't!?" I shouted. "What if he never remembers me. Who I am? What I'm like? What my dream means to me? How we met? What if he never remembers any of it?!" I was screaing really loud.Every was stunned into complete shock.
"I was crazy for you Nicholas Jerry Jonas. Crazy for you. And now I'm going crazy for you." Nick blinked. He was starting to cry,
"If I could remember, I would." I knew it wasn't his fault, but it was for our own good...
"I know!" I cried. "I know. But, I can't take this pain. I've suffered enough in my life to let it come to this. I'm going to go. I'm going my own way now. You don't have to tell the tabloids anything. Tell them we split up, a mutual understanding?" I blinked. "You shouldn't have to explain it gave you amnesia, you've got enough on your plate." I sighed.
"It's pains me to say goodbye, so I'm not going to. I'm going to say thank you." The whole family hugged me, while Nick lay on the bed looking confused and bewildered. "I'll keep in touch." I looked at the rest of the family. "Goodbye Nick." I said, and started to leave the room.
"Goodbye." He replied. I waited, and waited and wished he'd remember my name. But of course, life has a way of never letting your forget that remembering is one of the hardest things to do.
Suddenly, I turned around. "This." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the 'Promise Box'. "You told me I couldn't open it until you told me too." Mr and Mrs Jonas sat on edge, did they know what was in the box?
Kevin and Joe shifted, did they know too?
"Keep it." Nick said. Without a doubt in his voice. "Don't open it. Just keep it." Nick didn't know what was in the box, but I nodded and walked out of the room.

I've endured five months living without the Jonas Brothers and their family. When I play my shows I enjoy every second, but there always comes that time when I have to play 'Tonight' and memories of Nick and I flood back into my memory. Living my dream, was now becoming living hell. The pain it brought me was so destructive, and I attended a two-month session seeing a psychiatrist. I was suffering from manic depression. It helped, a little.
I still talk to Joe, Kevin, Mr & Mrs Jonas, Frankie, Big Rob and the band. But it hurts. I've haven't spoken to Nick since that day when he fell. But it wasn't really Nick. Was it?

Now, my journey is a new one.

To forget Nick Jonas.

When I stepped into the transition pod I was told it wouldn't hurt. It hurt alot. Electric currents shot through my body, all the way from the tips of my tendrils to the tips of my tenticles. I heard Gurnda speak into the overhead speakers, it was another language, but being the creature I am, it was no problem for me to translate what he was saying.

"Aleki, you have now been transitioned into human form."

I looked down at my new figure. I had four long skinny poles attached to my thin body. My skin wasn't blue, but a neutral brown cream colour. Suddenly, a mirror materialised onto the wall inside the pod. Ugh. I looked hideous, curly soft material was attached to my narrow head and my eyes were almond shape and the same colour as my curls. I had these things called 'hands' and 'feet.' Apparently, without them, humans would not be able to move around on their own accord.
"Aleki. You are being transported to the United States of America. This is a country with many different states, like Amezrehuka." I nodded, the material on my head moved with it. I knew all the states in Amezrehuka, Arizohna, Chalkifornya, Mrisissipy....

Abruptly, a blinding strike of light jolted into the pod.
In a second, I found myself in a square room. I looked around, there were these things on the walls, I believe their called 'guitars', humans use them to produce sound. I was sitting on a piece of furniture called a sofa. It was very comfortable. As I enjoyed the comfort of the sofa, I heard shrill screams and they were increasing. What was going on? Was someone invading? I immediately found something I could hide under, a wooden flat rectangular base, with four thin legs under each corner. Much like my own new transportation, it wasn't that hard to walk around, the base of my 'feet' helped me to 'walk.' No wonder humans can get around so easily, and no wonder they need their 'feet'.
I was scared, my first couple of minutes on Earth and already something bad was happening.

My heart thudding against my chest. Someone was coming to the room. I held my breath. The door swung open.

My first encounter with three human beings.

Rosmy's POV:

It has been a year and 5 days since the Jonas Brothers and I had met. On my sweet sixteenth the Jonas family bought me so many lovely things, I couldn't thank them enough, Demi and I reunited for our second joint birthday party and I was friends with some of the most amazing people in the world. I had become best friends with Dylan and Cole Sprouse, I'd recorded a duet with my Jonas Brother of a boyfriend, and I'd lived out my dream in my teenage years.
Now finally, I was going on my world tour and saying goodbye to the most amazing people in world. For six months at least anyways.

I was at the airport ready to fly from state to state. The Jonas family came to see me off and I already had tears in my eyes. Joe put his arms underneath mine and spun me around, "You know little sister, I'm gunna have to step up my game now, it's gunna be pretty dull without you here." I smiled at him, his curls waving in the runway wind.
"Well, I think you'll be fine. You never fail and making me laugh Joseph!" He poked me and squeezed my waist lightly with a grin. Kevin pulled me into a bear hug and I squeezed him back just as tightly. "I'm gunna miss you big bro, who am I going to ask about boyish habits now!" Over the past year Kevin has taught me so much, how to tolerate boys and how he was glad I was with Nick. He knows how Nick is, but he also knows how boys can be, so this was the reason of him being protective of me, as is Joe too. Kevin looked at me, "I'm going to miss you so much. Just keep on smiling, because when you do, everyone smiles too." I grinned and then everyone did. "See?" Kevin grinned.
I called Denise and Paul, mum and dad. They asked me too, I guess it made me feel a part of the family, although sometimes I thought it may be through pity as I've lost all my relations. But I didn't mind.
I hugged them goodbye and did my special handshake with Big Rob, he was the most protective over me, one time, he had to lift me over a crowd of people to get me in the bus. The picture that emerged from that event wasn't flattering. Or something to boast about.
Nick came over to me, he'd grown at least two inches over the year. I hadn't grown at all, which meant I had to tiptoe in alot of photos.
He gripped my hands, running his thumbs over my fingers. I looked down and a tear made it's way down my face, I sucked in my breath and looked up at him. His eyes boring into me, his beautiful curls dangled just above my head, gently tickling my face. I laughed and he wrapped his strong arms around me. Whenever I was in his arms it was like the rest of the world didn't matter. All I needed to know was that he was here for me and he would protect me and love me. After our long embrace he lifted me up with boh his hands together underneath my thighs supporting me. He breathed a sigh and got out a little jewellery box from his pocket. He pushed it into my hands and whispered in my ear as he held me again, "Promise me, don't open it until I tell you too." I nodded, I had no idea what was in the delicate little box but I'd keep my promise. I guess it was mine and Nick's 'Promise Box' from now on.
He kissed my cheek and then my neck and then finally reached my lips, he was so tender and my heart still fluttered like mad when he kissed me.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you more." He hushed back. I shook my head.
"No, really. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve someone so amazing as you..." My voice trailed off with his fingers placing itself gently on my lips.
"Shut up you fool. I'd think I'd know by now if it wasn't meant to be."
We were now face to face, and our smiles creased into each others, just like when Nick brodcasted on the radio that he loved me.
The love between us never went away, yeah sure we had our fights but they never over anything serious.
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards him and he kissed my mouth. Tears spilled over my cheeks and Nick pulled me in to hug me again. Frankie wriggled his way through the hug and grasped ahold of my waist. "I'm gonna miss you." He sobbed. Then I felt more bodies around me and Nick and the whole family had came into the hug, apart from Big Rob who stood infront of us, being very bodyguard like and protective.

I breathed out. Everyone stood looking at us, "Rosmy, I'm calling you every single day, I'll pass you onto everybody and even if we're on stage, I'll always have time for you, no matter where in the world you are." I nodded wiping away my tears. I gave everybody another hug and kissed everybody on the cheek until I got to Nick and I felt like I was going to cry again. He kissed my lips softly and then placed his hands on my hips.
"Well superstar, you'd best be on your way." He smiled at me, I saw tears welling up in his eyes. I nodded and I walked up the steps on the plane, after almost every two steps I glanced back at my family. I finally reached the door.
"I love you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. And as if it was rehearsed the whole Jonas family shouted back,
"We love you too!" Apart from Nick, who said, "I love you too!"
I waved and blew a kissed. And then the plane door shut with a bang.

The next few days were tough. Hearing their voices on the end of the phone just wasn't enough, eventhough it sort-of had to be for at least a few months. I had made new friends already with my band, my drummer, Kate was awesome. She was like a sister and I felt I could talk to her about anything. Stevie, my bass player was just like an older brother, he was very similar to Kevin. And my lead guitarist, Will, was a replica of Joe. Personality wise anyways, he had the same raven-coloured hair but had more of a baby face than Joe did. The back-up guitarists mostly kept to themselves. Lucinda (she's INSISTS on being called Luci) was the most amazing pianist/keyboardist I've ever seen. And she had helped me with my first album. I had alot to thank her for.

Every night went by, and I was definitely living the dream. Everything I've ever dreamed of was right here infront of me. It was perfect. Apart from one thing.
What if everything you ever dreamed of, made it's way to you in the form of someone who you'd never dream of seeing, but seemed to mean even more to you?
I'd found my reason for living. Music. It expresses the inner soul and what feelings and emotions can't explain. Nicholas Jerry Jonas helped me find that. Music was a way of life. Music was my religion. And now, music wasn't my only reason to keep on living. I knew he'd ALWAYS be waiting. Whenever I needed to be with him, Nick Jonas would be there. So would his amazing family.

It was the final day of the tour, I'd kept my promise to Nick, I hadn't opened the box. I was on my back to Cali for my final show, and the boys said they'd be there.

Nick's POV:

I couldn't wait to see Rosmy perform. I hadn't seen her in FOUR months. the whole family and the disney guys would be there supporting her and then we have a big celebration of her return, and life would be life. A perfect life. I was living the dream. Not just the way I thought I was, but I had the perfect girlfriend. So many girls had tried to come on to me while Rosmy was on her tour but I'd stayed true to her, which wasn't that hard because, well, no one could match up to her!

Rosmy's POV:

I was just about to go on stage when my phone started to ring, Nick's name flashed up. My heart fluttered again and I answered. But when I picked up, the end of the line was dead. I was being called to go on, I was going to see Nick in the audience anyways, whatever he was going to tell me could wait.
After my second song, I'd searched the crowd for the Brothers. I saw loads of my disney friends. Dylan & Cole waved like crazy fools when I winked at them. I couldn't see a single Jonas. Not even Frankie. When I couldn't see Big Rob I knew something was up. Why did Nick call me?

Joe's POV:

None of us knew how we were going to tell her. It was an accident. My stomach was tying itself in knots, my head was a whirlwind of dizziness and pain. My little sister was going to be heartbroken.

Kevin's POV:

As I looked at my little brother lying in the hospital bed, I had no idea how life would carry on. I just hope, it's not as serious as the doctors say it is.

Rosmy's POV:

I ran into the dressing room when I heard my phone start to ring. Joe?
"Hello?" My voice quivered.
"Hey Rosmy..." his voice sounded scared, terrified even.
"What's happened? Why weren't you here?!" tears started to build up, my heart couldn't take much more of this.
"Babe. Nick's in hospital." My body turned to jelly, my heart melted into a mess of confusion.
"WHAT!? Why... when, how, wha... Joe what's happened?" I couldn't keep my voice from shaking, or my body for that matter.
"Look, sweetie. We're at the Angelworth Hospital, we've sent Rob to pick you up." And with that Big Rob came round the corner. "We'll be waiting for you honey. Bye."
"Bye."
Big Rob took my uncontrollable hand into his bear paws and led me to the car.
"Is it really bad?" I asked.
"I don't know sweetheart." Rob's face didn't show much, but I've never seen him look worried before.

Nick. My Nick. I should of been with him. I should of never gone on tour. Nick baby, I love you.

Nick's POV:

She leant in and kissed me. It reminded me of our first relationship, but it didn't have the same spark. Not the same spark I had with Rosmy. I pushed her off me. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Miley looked taken aback.
"Nick? You've changed. You'd never use that language towards me before, that girl has changed you." I held my hand up at her.
"Shut up. Maybe she has changed me, and if she has, it's for the better. I've never been this happy in my life." Miley looked at me. She narrowed her eyes and sighed in disabelief. I couldn't help it, I let out my feelings, "It wouldn't be any use to me or you if I stood here and explained all the reasons why she is better than you. It would take too long." She looked at me with disgust. And with that, she left.

Rosmy's POV:

And then Miley left. Nick Jonas. He did love me! My heart was filled with so many euphoric emotions I found it hard to breathe.
I went round the corner. I stood there, waiting for Nick to turn around. And when he did, he saw my smile, and he smield back. "How much of that conversation did you hear?" He blushed a little.
I laughed, "Enough to know that you're the most incredible individual I've ever met...Most people are coward's, but you." I sighed, nearly breathless, "You're different Nick, and...I love you."
He held out his arms. I ran up to him, jumped into his arms and he spun me around while i wrapped both my arms and legs around his body. "I love you more than anything Rosmy, even if we grow apart, even if I never see you ever again, if I never communicate with you ever again, I just want to let you know. You've made a difference to my life, you made a change to me and I'm grateful to you for that. And you'll always have a place in my heart." I tried not to cry, but for me it was impossible.

Nick's POV:

I felt her damp tears on my shoulder. I rubbed her back, she was all I needed, then she whispered her reply, "Please don't forget me. I never want to lose my memories of you."
"Don't worry," I hushed, "You won't. I promise."

The next few days playing stadiums were the happiest days of my life. Very soon Rosmy would have her time and she'd play her first venue supporting us.
That day came quicker than I imagined. The tabloids were being very supportive of her, they realised whatever they said nothing was going to break us apart.

Joe's POV:

The last week Nick and Rosmy have become inseparable. They look amazing together, and she was the best little sister ever. I couldn't wait for the world to hear her sing.

Kevin's POV:

Nick hugged Rosmy as she went on stage, after Joe and I had done so. She was so little and I just hope she could cope with the audience. Surprisingly enough, (she never let's us down there!) she walked on stage and it was obvious she was going to be a star.

Rosmy's POV:

I walked on stage, the lights were on me and my life made sense now. I was born to do this. Nothing else compares to this exhilarating and incredible feeling.
"Hello Everyone!" I screamed. Everyone cheered back.
"You all good?" The screams increased.
"Ok, I'm Rosmy. And I'm gonna play a few songs for you is that cool with you guys?" I regretted asking incase I got some boo's but I was pleased with the louder cheering and clapping resposne I got.
"'K. One, two, one two three four!" The band started to play and I worked the stage. This was were I belonged.
I jumped down to the lower level and thousands of people were reaching out their hands to me. As I sung I moved along the edge of the stage touching people's hands and holding some of them. Every fan that supported me deserved to feel special and they make the person what they are. They are most important. And playing half-decent music I guess.

When I finished my set, just as I held the last note (the same song I sung at my party!), I spoke excitedly into the mic,
"Thank you! And please welcome the guys who really need no introduction, THE JONAS BROTHERS!"
Screams were manic and I felt amazed to be apart of this crazy beautiful, wonderful life I was now living. It was perfect.

A few weeks went by, every night play my set and came off feeling out-of-this-world. My dreams were fulfilled. Nick was so supportive as were Joe, Kevin and Frankie. He's such a doll, he's the sweetest little thing, every night he'd run into my arms and say, "You're living the dream!" And I'd always reply with a high-five, "I sure am!"

After a month of touring at sat down with the boys and we wrote my first album. This was my dream in it's paces. I decided to name it, 'Waking Dreams.' I'm now not just 'dreaming' about my ambition I'm living it wide awake, and the songs all told stories. They meant something to me. Most of them I wrote myself, three were written with Kevin, Joe and Nick. And the last bonus track on the album, me and Nick wrote together and it would be sung as a duet. I was super excited, words could not describe my happiness. I just hoped everyone liked it.

The day my album came out, by the following week it had reached Number 1. My heart was electrifying my body, eveyr breath I took I felt as if I could fly. I did press, photoshoots and then something struck me. I'd be doing a tour. I could have the Jonas Brothers with me, that'd be weird. First of all if they were headlining me it'd be ridiculous. Second of all if they were my back-up or whatever most probably the people would come to see them not me. But it was my dream, I'd talk to the brothers everyday and everything would be fine. Right?

Rosmy's POV:

"Come on Ros!" Sam shouted. I hated to keep her waiting, especially since she was my best mate's older sister and she was taking us to London today.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!..." I ran down the stairs whilst shouting. "I'm here!" I raised both my arms in victory, and Sam nodded,
"Come on babe." She said. Jodie was already sitting in the car, smiling at me as I got in beside her.

The journey to London was hectic and interesting as usual. I swear the ground had got thicker with the amount of disposed cigerettes and other waste that could have been thrown into a bin 2 metres beside it.

"Alright girls, I'm going up here for a bit and you two can go along the street and shop, make SURE you are on the main street, I don't want anything to happen to either of you. Right, meet back here at Kesington at around ... twelve, ish? Then we'll go grab lunch and check out the main parts ok?" Jodie and I nodded and smiled, "Later girls!" Sam skipped off to go and wander whilst me and Jodie turned and walked straight into TopShop.

"I swear Jodes, I could spend all my money in here!" I laughed as I examined some neon coloured jewellery. As I was browsing t-shirts, some guys coming down the stairs from TopMan, I couldn't see their faces clearly but they all had darkish hair and they had GREAT style, I nodded to myself agreeing with my thoughts on the trendy lads and carried on looking for any other wacky clothing. Time flew by, and before we knew it, it was twelve'o'clock.

We grabbed some lunch at McDonalds and started to walk to the main centre parts of London. We went on a few underground trains and hopped on a bus and now we were right in the middle of the big city madness.
I gasped. "Oh my god, look! The BBC Televisions studios!" Everything was filmed there, I had a thing for 'Friday Night With Jonathan Ross' I loved it.
Jodie went ahead a bit and then looked over the descending stairs that led down to the front doors of the building.
"Oh my god Rosmy!" I rushed up with her.
"What Jodie?" I looked at her, she grabbed my head and turned it so I was looking where she was looking. My mouth dropped. To the side of the building was a large stage, with bars around it and people were walking around with clipboards and talking to people who looked liked they were setting up a show. Suddenly I saw the banner across the top of the stage that read, 'OPEN TALENT AUDITIONS' My heart fluttered. I ran down as fast as I could, Jodie and Sam following me.
I ran to the nearest person with a clipboard, "Excuse me, erm..." I stammered. The guy looked friendly at me his eyes smiling as well as his toothy grin, "You wanna sign up for the auditions darlin'?" His accent was thick and he was defintely from South London. I nodded. He handed me a form and I started to fill in my name. Sam and Jodie had just caught up with me, "You're gonna do it Rosmy?" They said in unison. I smiled and nodded. They grinned back, as I filled in the sheet my heart suddenly stopped. I read it over and over again. You had to be sixteen to enter. I guess the guy hadn't said anything because I do look sixteen and not fifteen. I looked up at Jodie and Sam and they realised, "Just add a year on." Sam hushed, "They're not gunna know are they?" I smiled at her and instead of putting the year 1994 I put 1993.
I finished the form and gave it back to the guy, "Ok love, go and talk to Dean over there and discuss your tracks or whatever and he'll get you sorted for this afternoon, and then you can go and come back when we need you!"
We went and spoke to 'Dean' and I decided on my backing track and we got everything sorted, I was SO excited. I texted my mum and dad telling them I was entering a competition and they both texted me back, 'Good Luck, be confident. xxx"

We had until half two and then the auditons would start at three and go into the early evening.
I was getting nervous, I had no idea who I was performing to and what could come of this audition but I was just excited to be doing it, going up on that stage doing what I love.

The time came. It was being broadcast on BBC3 - Talent LIVE.
Anything could happen. I hugged Jodie and Sam as they went and joined the audience. I got talking to some of the other contestants backstage, alot of them were singers too. Apparently Jo Whiley (BBC Radio 1 Host) was interviewing some celebs right now and they'd come out while the auditions were being held and then Jo herself would interview some of the contestants. I was so incredibly happy and scared at the same time. I knew I wasn't the best, but someone once told me, take every oppotunity you get. Just one chance could make a huge change in your life. Eventhough that may not be today, but I had to try.

I was next. My heart drummed violently against my chest. The girl who was singing was VERY good. I had a sudden force in my mind telling me to drop out and run away but I wasn't going to. This was it, I was going to do what I love, whether they thought I was good or bad, I'm going to enjoy this and then go home and feel some self-accomplishment.

"Next, we have sixteen year old Rosmy," (Thank God I put how to pronounce my name on the form), "from Cambridge."

I walked on stage, thousands of faces stared at me, Jodie and Sam right at the front smiling. I smiled back. The lights hit my face, my eyes lifted just above the audiences heads. The music began, and I lifted the microphone to my mouth.

Here goes nothing.