Pieces Of Rainbow

Nick:

I kissed her forehead, and walked away from the best thing that's ever happened in my whole life. I hated that part.

I couldn't bare to see her like that. I've never seen her cry. Well I did once, but it was because she was laughing so much. She had a great laugh, I'd do anything to make her smile.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. But it had to be done. It was for her own good.
When ... IT happens...she won't be as heartbroken as she was going to be now.

She stood there for ages after I'd returned to my car. I'd sat in there just watching her. Her eyes just staring at the grass. Her beautiful brown hair whipping in the wind looked so dramatic, I wanted to run back to her and cradle her in my arms and tell her it was joke and everything was fine.
But everything wasn't fine. What was going to happen in the near future, I dread and I fear. I couldn't let Marnie be a witness to it. She needed to be rid of me.
I loved her so much.
Too much.
Then I saw her turn, and I sat still so she wouldn't notice the car.
Then, she turned back and bent down to pick something up.
The tape. Thank God.

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When I arrived home, Joe was the first to confront me.

"So, did you tell her?"

I nodded slowly. My eyes not wanting to admit the terrible thing I'd just done to my wonderful girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend.

"Nick, do you want me to go and see her? Just so your mind is at rest?"

My eyes averted upwards, stunned at his offer.

"That would be amazing."
I almost smiled as a flush of relief went through my body.

"But what if she asks something like why you broke up with her, I don't want to be saying anything I shouldn't."
He was right.

"Tell her, if she asks. That I was with someone else."

Joe's eyes widened.

"You sure?"
I had to be sure, it was least painful thing I could lead her on to believe.

"Yeah." I nodded and he pulled me into a hug.
He was a great brother, always there when needed.

"It'll be ok Nick." He hushed.

Only it wasn't going to be ok, nothing was.
I just hope it was for Marnie, I couldn't bear the thought of her in pain and sorrow.
After all that's why I broke up with her.
To save her the hurt and mourning.

"Tell her, to listen to a song a day, on the cassette. I think it may ease her pain. And mine too, to know that she's taking it slow. It'll be a comfort... you know?"
I quivered in his hold.

I looked out of the raindrop embedded window as Joe left to see Marnie.

A million and one thoughts riveted through my brain.

Life was beautiful, Marnie was the love of my life and I was sure I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

But then, I was given an ultimatum. Something I couldn't say no to.
The other option would be beyond selfish and cruel.

My family respected my decision, even though they themselves were going to be put through hell when the evil ordeal reached me.

For the past week I'd known about my fate, what was to happen. I've come to terms with the fact that I had to do what I felt was right.

So, I decided to record everything I felt for Marnie onto tape.
She was the only person I could think of that still owned a cassette player, and I thought it would be perfect, so only she was able to listen to it.

Every single emotion I've felt since I'd been with Marnie, I sung about, using one song that reminded me of the best of times with her.

That song, just let her known how much she means to me, how special she was and how special she will always be.

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I heard Joe arrive back.

I'd been laying on my bed for hours. Just thinking about what was to become of me.

What was going to happen?

How would the public cope with it, how would they react?

Leading Marnie to believe I was with someone else, was torture in itself.

All I wanted her to do, was to forget.
So she wouldn't feel regret or guilt or anything when it came to the ...

I'm also scared shitless.

My family's life was never going to be the same. Ever again.

I didn't know how to put into words the worry and excruciating heartache I felt every second of the day.

When I had to say goodbye to Marnie, it was the worst pain I've ever felt. The pain exceeding through her eyes, that I'd never thought I'd see. She was dumbstruck, and so was I.

I just want to go back to the start. Have those feelings again, relive the precious moments I'll never get back.

The way she smiled at any mildly worthy of a grin. How her laugh differed from time to time. How her eyes glowed a beautiful shade of brown in the light. The way her body felt went it was close to mine. How she always smelt so wonderful. And how she always knew how to cheer me up.

She was the best of the best. No one I met could compare to her.
Her nature was of someone who I could only imagine about. I found it hard to sleep at night because reality was finally better than my dreams.

Marnie Eloise Jonas was part of me, like breathing. Now half of me has left my soul and I can't contemplate how to carry on.
But I'll have to.

For my families sake, and hers.

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Tomorrow we were off on the road again. Touring the whole of the U.S and a few dates in the UK.

It's hard trying to focus on my career, especially since Joe has only just told me about what happened with Marnie.

I didn't want to warn anybody about anything.

It would just make it harder for both me and the public. Nothing should be any different.

Sure it may come as a shock, but I don't want an interlude running up to the fateful day.

As I packed, I found a photo. It was a bit crumpled up, but I could see clear as day the memories from the picture.

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"Nick, come on, it'll be fun."
Marnie tugged at my sleeve and pulled me onto the largest rollercoaster in the theme park.

"I just ate." I bantered with her, smiling at her lips starting to curl.

"Well, just vomit the opposite direction to me." She giggled.

Believe me, there was no point in compromising or arguing with Marnie.
She was so stubborn, but it's one of things I love about her.

As the force of the ride made my stomach do countless flips, I held onto Marnie's arm, snuggling right up next to her as we flew around the air.

As the ride began to slow down, I leant towards her and kissed her temple.
Her eyes flickered up at me, her eyes smiling more than her mouth.

Then, ever so quickly, she bounced upwards and pecked my cheek.
She grinned, and hopped off the ride and ran towards the carousel.

"Hey you!" I finally caught up with her, wrapping arms together at the front of her torso.

Her eyes were locked on a couple, holding onto each other on a colourful and decorated carousel horse.

"You wanna have a go?" I said gently and quietly in her ear.

"Yeah." She whispered, no more than a hush as I took her hand and led her into the line.

As we went up and down and round and round, I felt her skin begin to prickle.

I leant over her and held her tight.
Our bodies meshed together, watching the world around us spinning, as if we were the only ones left.

Her chest moved up and down as she breathed heavily. Her eyes clamped shut suddenly, and I rested my head on her shoulder.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

"You." She answered simply.

"You're too perfect for words. Utterly indescribable and so beautiful in every single way."

With those words ringing through my ears, I kissed her cheek.

"I know, we've only been together properly for six months now, but I've already decided."
I whispered in her ear.

"What?" She shifted her head slightly so it leant on mine.

"You're perfect for me too." As my grin creased into her emerging smile, I felt like life was complete.

I had my wonderful family. An amazing career. And a simply perfect girlfriend.

And on that day, I realised how lucky I was, and how life had turned into incredibly cool, to unimaginable bliss.

When we jumped off our horse, (from the carousel) I whipped out my camera and held it up high above our heads.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she gripped my arm.

"Being spontaneous." I grinned.
"And kissing you." With that, I bent slightly and kissed her impeccably soft pink lips, and I clicked my camera as I did so.

"A picture?" She asked pondering.

"A memory." I replied with a smile.

She nodded and returned the smile.

As we started to walk back hope she leant on me, getting more and more tired.

"Come on sleepy head." I grabbed her belt bands on her jeans and lifted her upwards onto me. She wrapped both her arms and legs around me, and I carried her back home.

That night, we slept side by side. Fully clothed, and damp from the rain that surprised us just as we made it back.
She still smelt beautiful, and even with her eye makeup smudged and half of it running down her face, she looked gorgeous.
Her breathing rate started to slow, as she became in her dream state and I wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you." I whispered and kissed her cheek.

"Mmmm." She mumbled in her sleep a few seconds after.

It was the best 'I love you too' I ever heard.

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As I jumped onto the tour bus, and we drove past Marnie's house. It seemed dead almost, the lights were all off and the curtains drawn before the darkness came.

I blinked. A few tears that I hadn't even noticed that were coming, fell from my face.

My heart did a thousand beats in a second, and I laid back onto the sofa.

I breathed out.

Kevin poked his head round the door.
"Hey Nick, we were thinking of writing some new songs... you game?"

Now was the time. Couldn't of asked for a better invitation.

Marnie:

There he was.

His dark curls a mess upon his head, and his tanned skin wet from the rain.

"Joe?" My voice was barely a whisper. Why was he here?

My eyes suddenly started to well again, Joe's face was a sullen saddened picture, his eyes just as empty as my own.

"Marnie, I need to talk to you."
I nodded, tears falling from my face, he seemed shocked by this, I never cried in front of them, ever.

I pulled his hand so we were both standing in the narrow hallway.
I blubbered a stutter of a cry and I found myself in Joe's arms.
He gripped my waist tightly, pulling me upwards onto his body.

We manoeuvred our way to my bedroom, both resting on my bed as we recoiled from each other.

"Marnie," Joe began.
What is it with people addressing me with my name so often all of a sudden? It's not helping explain this awful dilemma at all.

"Nick has done this for your own good. He doesn't want to hurt you any further, he just wants you to carry on with your life without him. It's for the best."

I didn't understand. Nick was my world. There's nothing else I wanted... needed in my life but him. The only logical explanation is that he'd been with someone else, afraid to tell me and now wants to scurry way in shame and not face the consequences.

What an asshole. We were standing there in the rain, our clothes damp, our hair wet and our two bodies moving together as one. Well, he wanted to go out with a bang.

This was majorly unfair. If he didn't want to be with me, we could have talked it out, something that made SENSE.

"He was with someone else wasn't he?"
My voice shuddered at the thought of Nick holding someone else. Kissing another girl's lips. Wrapping his strong arms around their waist...

"Yes." Joe answered simply.

I sighed. I knew it. It's the only reason that seemed plausible.

"Then why has he given me this shitting cassette tape?"

I pointed at the cassette player that still was set on pause/play.

"I guess he thought it would help ease your hurt. A comfort. I'm not entirely sure."
Joe's voice didn't seem fully committed to the words he was saying, I'm not sure if I believed him or not, but I guess I had to, there wasn't much else in the world that I could truly believe in anymore.

"Well, he can have it back!" I half-yelled in anger and ejected the tape and brandished it towards Joe.

"No, Marnie. You have to keep it."
Joe's hands waved outwards, palms facing me. When people show their palms, it's a sign of honesty. Truthfulness, and I guess I did need to keep the cassette for whatever reason.

I placed it back in the player.

"Listen to one song a day. It'll be easier."
He said, his voice growing softer.

"Look sweetie,"
I adored it when he called me that. He was a great big brother. I loved him to pieces and was truly awesome.

"I'll keep in contact, and I know it's going to be hard. Kevin, Frankie, our parents, Big Rob, the band and I all want to keep in touch with you."

I nodded, my head falling slowly to face my crossed legs.

He cupped my chin in his hands and looked right at me. Wow. He had Nick's eyes.
Oh shut up Marnie. Nick's gone. It's all you now.

"Babe, we'll always be here for you, you're our little sister, and Frankie's big sister. You are a part of our lives that we are not going to give up as easily."

I nodded, another tear rolled down my face.
He wiped it away with his thumb and kissed my cheek.

"You'll be fine. Trust me." He breathed softly.

And I guess I had to.

We sat and cuddled each other for a few minutes before I said my goodbyes to him

"Tell the family I love them." I said as he stood at my front door.

"I will." He smiled.

I smiled my best forced smile back at him. I waved, and he did the same as he walked off into the weather which had settled down surprisingly, since he'd made an appearance at my house.

One song a day. Ok then. I've had my fill for today, but I was desperate to just listen to one more before tomorrow.

I couldn't resist. Well, could you?

I hit play.

'Hey baby, I know you know that you should be taking a break from listening to these songs. If I didn't know you, you'd be one of those people who'd be too angry to listen to anymore right now. But I know you Marnie, and you want to hear another.'

Oh my god. He knew me like the back of his hand. It was kind of strange how he'd said that I should be 'taking a break' from listening to the songs. It was just like Joe had said. Weird.

A few chords were played and his gorgeous voice erupted from the speakers.

'My darlin',
You are my life,
But I've made so many mistakes,
It's time that I,
Should come to say,
Why you make me feel this way,
And why I went,
Behind the scenes,
And dishonoured your trust,
Oh baby please,
It's not what you think,
But honesty is a must...'

My heart melted. Why didn't he just tell me? It wasn't torture listening to the song, but it broke a tiny bit more of my heart to say the least.

'We've gone through so much,
I melt at your touch,
And I hope you feel the same,'

Oh believe me, boy I do.

'We'd stand side by side,
Together with pride,
Oh, I hope you feel the same,

Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind?
But I love you,
I really do,
Please,
Don't cry...'

Too late, my sheets were damp with my tears long before those lyrics boy.

'I need you to know,
I'm sorry,
I really am,
Please,
Just fly...

My love,
Spread your wings,
It's time you flew solo,
I've been holding you back for so long,
Just open your mouth,
Scream and shout,
Tell them what your all about,

I'm sorry for this,
Whatever I've done,
I just need you to run like the wind,
And show the world,
To the world,
Sing,
Your heart out...'

He always told me he loved my voice. I'd written songs for him on the piano and guitar and he told me the lyrics were incredible.
I never quite believed him, but if that's what I have to do to forget him, then so be it.

I stopped the tape.
The phone began to ring.

"Hello?" I said, my voice still slightly hoarse from the crying.

"Hello is that Marnie Jonas?" I didn't recognise their voice, but it was man.

"Yes it is, who's calling please?"

"I'm Lucas Hunter and I've spoken with your manager and agent."

"Oh?" I said, trying not to sound to eager, but this sounded beyond exciting.

"We want you to go on a small tour for about three months, seeing how the public respond to your music, and then we'll arrange details for you to record your first album."

My heart skipped a beat. I've always wanted to be a performer, always. And now it just came along, I guess as the old saying goes.
When one door closes, another one opens.

"That sounds incredible. How is this being arranged?"

"We'll meet up in a day or two, your manager should call tomorrow and we will explain everything, I hope your ready for this Miss Jonas."

"Oh I am. Thank you so much."

"No, thank you." I heard a smile creeping in his voice.

And with that, Lucas Hunter the answer to my prayers hung up.

This was going to be awesome.

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FLASHBACK

Nick's eyes never left mine, even though I kept looking down at the strings on the guitar.

'Just need you to know,
I'll always be here,
No matter where you go,
Or what you fear,
I'll always be here...'

I plucked the last few strings and Nick smiled.

"Marnie, it's beautiful."
My lips formed into a smile.

"And so are you!"
He leant forwards and moved the guitar that was placed on my lap and moved on top of me and started to caress me with countless kisses.

"I freakin' love you Jonas."
I said, in between the pecks he made over my skin.

"I freakin' love you too Jonas."
I felt a smile on his kisses and it made me giggle.

He was the best damn thing.

Falling slowly for Nick Jonas isn't possible.

You fall fast, and land hard.
But luckily he's got the best safety net I could have asked for.

He picked me up and spun me around a dozen times and then proceeded to try and dance the jive with me.

"Jiving Jonas can we stop being so energetic!?" I had squealed as he twirled me around.

"Sorry, I can't stop, the Red Bull has got to me!" He laughed as he twisted me this way and that before we fell onto the the floor together.

He rolled over, found my hand and lay, peaceful on the grass.

"You love it out here don't you?"
He said quietly.

I nodded.
"Nature is beautiful. All the colours, the shapes, the music..."

"Music?" He lifted his head up to look at me.

"Yeah. Music. Ever heard the crickets sing? The wind whistle? The snowflakes whisper gently in the snow?"
I sounded sappy, but nature was amazing, I admired it a lot. And one of the reasons I like to take pictures of it. I'm a very naturistic photographer.

"You're awesome Marnie, you sound so poetic."
I couldn't tell if he was making fun of me or being deadly serious, it may have been a mixture of the two.

All the same, he rolled closer to me and his lips clamped onto my shoulder making me crease up as he nibbled my shoulder blade.

We laid there, holding each other as the bright sunshine beamed down on us.

I know, Ms Sun I know. I've made the perfect choice.

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Later that night, I got three texts.

The first one from Kevin:

'hey babydoll, how are you holding up?
Kev xx'

I replied,
'hey big bro, i'm not too bad. trying to just get on with it. but i've got some exciting news, call you tomorrow love you lots,
-xxx'

The second from Garbo:

'hey sweetie, keep smiling you lovely girl. we're always here for you.
x'

'thanks, your such a babe. keep rocking your socks off (:
-xxx'

And last, the third one. From Joe.

'i heard from our manager about you landing the tour(: well done gorgeous, hoping to hear your tunes on the radio soon xx'

I smiled. Life had just been ripped apart from the seams and then suddenly it's being sewn as fast as it can back together again.

'thank you beauty, and i hope so too(: i can't wait, life is just going through the roof, love you lots, -xxx'

I'm not going to forget Nick. I can't forget him.
Not with all the love songs I've written him which are heavily featured in the line-up of the tour.

Shit.

I almost forgot about all the love songs I have to listen to on the tape.

This is going to be a long tour.

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Marnie:

My eyes were red and swollen. I hadn't taken my eyes off the coloured red heart 'o' in the word 'love' on the tape.

I was on my back, laying on my bed, admiring the cassette.
I was probably the only person left to still have a cassette player, and it still being able to function.

I turned over on my front. I felt my ribs protruding through the sheets. They were also sore and ached from me sobbing so much.

I reached under my bed without looking, I knew just where it was.
I pulled out the electric pink and yellow cassette player I'd customised, and pressed the open button.

It flicked out so delicately, and looked as good as new, not as if it had been under my bed for months, gathering dust.
I placed in the tape. Hit play. And listened.

His voice sounded slightly muffled, but what can you expect on a cassette tape?

'Marnie baby,' my heart beat quickened. He can make me feel so incredible even if it is just his voice.

'These songs tell the story of why I have to let you go.'
And just when I thought I'd been dehydrated from my tears, a few more dripped pathetically from my face.

I heard him strum his guitar, and it made me picture how gorgeous he looks with it, his hands dancing along the neck of the instrument like they were born to be together, like him and I... were.

'The first song is about how you make me feel, Marnie, you have no idea how much I love you.'

Then why did you leave me you bastard?!

The song that started, was one he always used to play to me. Not him playing it personally, but I remember once, we were on a long plane ride and he kept it on a loop on his iPod as we shared the headphones.

As he began to sing the first few words my eyes started to pour again.

'Give me more lovin' than I've ever had,
Make it all better when I'm feeling sad,
Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not,
...
Make me feel good when I hurt so bad,
Best that I've had, I'm so glad that I found you,
I love bein' around you,
You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4...'

As the song continued to play, my whole body was now on a rollercoaster of emotions.

That plane journey was one of the best memories I have.
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FLASHBACK

Nick had a hold of both my wrists while trying to plant me with tingling kisses over the base of my neck. I was wriggling around in the window seat of the plane as he was attacking me with affection.

"Will you two love birds stop be so adorable?"
Joe had leant over our seats, ruffled Nick's hair and playfully wiggled his fingers under my chin.

"Jonas, go back to your own seat, your just jealous."
I mocked, beaming up at my annoying so-called-sort-of brother. Kevin, Joe and Frankie were all like brothers to me, we were always so close and it was always like a family.

"I will, Jonas."
He grinned at me and walked back to his seat.

It was funny how we both had the same surnames. It was just another reason for Nick and I to believe we were made to be together.

As Nick continued to make me giggle under his kisses, his sweet warm breath prickling my skin, and his curls brushing softly against my face, I couldn't help but think how lucky I am to have him in my life.
We were always together, by each other's side, day-in day-out.
Those days when we were a part were the most painful days of my life.
We could have deep, meaningful conversations and they really did mean something to us, we were able to understand each other, when no one else could. We knew when we could play around together acting like those seven year olds we once were. We understood when to be sensible and when to act all crazy and silly. It was a bond I never could never put my finger on, but it didn't matter, because it worked perfectly.

I truly had the most amazing life.

After the countless kisses, he pushed my hands down beside me resting both ours on top of each other's on the seat.
He leant forward, planting a small kiss on my forehead. Retracting slowly he looked deep into my eyes. Our foreheads met, and our noses were just touching one another's.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you." I whispered back.

Suddenly, his fingers wriggled around my waist, squeezing and tickling every part of my body.
As he did this, he smiled. He told me he lived to see me happy. My body, as ticklish as it was, exploded with tingles and excitement and I moved my own fingers jabbing at his waist but it had no effect. Damn him and his beautifully toned torso.
My giggling was attracting some attention from the Jonas clan. As they all walked past to their seats they smiled and laughed at the sight they saw.

When he stopped making me laugh, the buzz that was electrifying through my veins hadn't stopped. Everything he did to me was like shock of euphoria. He was like my heroin, I needed him. He was so addictive and it was scary how dependent I was on him at times.
I was independent. You know, I was able to go and buy some milk by myself, but I mean, no milk-buying trip is as good when it's with Nick.

We snuggled together, our heads resting on each others.

"It's going to be a long trip."
He said, his slight smile creasing into my face.

"Mmm. Well, it's good that I get to share it with you."
I replied, not expecting any unusual response from him.

"What?" He pulled himself backwards a bit, so we were looking at each other.

"Well, I'd rather share it with you than anyone else."
I grinned and we knocked into each other's heads again gently.
I kissed his hairline and smoothed back his curls.
He tucked my hair behind my ear and placed a small kiss on the crease of my eye.

He put on his iPod, us sharing the earphones.
We jammed for about half an hour to some amazing tunes, and then we were getting tired.

"Hey, this song is the perfect lullaby for you."
His lips stretched into a smile and he clicked onto the 'Plain White T's' album. I scrunched up my face, not really being into them that much.

The song started to play and I immediately fell in love with it.
He kept it on a loop, and by the end of it, I was singing the lyrics in my dreams.

I awoke to little pecks on my face.

"Wakey, wakey Marnie baby." I flickered open my eyes and smiled at Nick's face.

"Good to see you this happy, this early Jonas." He winked at me.

"Mmm." I mumbled I stretched out my arms and I felt his hands grip underneath me.

"What are you doing Jonas?" I said, my voice playful and drousy.

He lifted me into a cradling position and started to carry me off the plane.

"Nice baggage." I heard Kevin chuckle as he stroked my shoulder.

My eyes opened to see Joe looking right at me.

"Is little Marnie tired?" He mocked in a baby voice.

"Is baby Joey a borderline tard?" I said in the same voice, and held his chin with my fingers.

"Good to see you still have your humour in the early hours of the morning babe."
Joe smiled and pecked my cheek.

Nick carried me into a bus and we laid down together on a sofa/seat. He ran his fingers through my hair, and kissed my cheek tenderly.
Denise came through and smiled.

"You kids are beautiful. Don't let that go." And with that, she grinned widely, and walked out.

We were all so close. The Jonas family felt like they were my own.

I really loved my life.

It was brilliant.

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'1,2,3,4,
I love you.'

As the song finished my eyes were even bigger than before, as if that was possible.

I paused the tape, and pondered around my room. The pictures that were framed of me and Nick were placed every empty space on my wall.
As a joke, I'd also framed articles about Nick and I which were totally untrue and they made us laugh when we realised how absurd they were.

But then there were two articles that Nick had always assured me were utter lies.

I stood up on my bed and brushed my fingers over them.

Miley and Selena.

'NILEY HOOK-UP'

'Nick Jonas and Miley Cyrus have been spotted together holding hands and looking very loved-up. The pair have since been seen at restaurants with each other, having fun backstage and Miley even kissing her rumoured-boyfriend on stage in one of her concerts.'

Nick told me he never thought of her in that way. She was just a friend, the pictures were nothing. She just kissed him on stage for the hell of it, to create attention.
I believed him, because I had seen the footage from the concert and Nick did nothing in return after she planted her pink sweet lips on his cheek.

'GOMEZ GRABS A JONAS'

'Selena Gomez and Nick Jonas have been caught looking very close these past weeks. Personal photos have been leaked of the pair that show clear affection and the rumours seem to becoming even more true. Will this couple admit the romance?'

Nick assured me that the photos were just a bit of fun. Nothing at all serious. They were just goofing around, nothing behind it whatsoever.
I believed him, because I'd met Selena and there seemed to be absolutely nothing going on.

I flopped back down on my bed.
I loved Nick, he was faithful to me. Always.
Just because he's left me doesn't make me any less able to love him.

Then, I heard four knocks at the door.

1.2.3.4.

I walked feverishly out of my bedroom, and made my way to the door.

The figure was tall, dark and had a mass of dark hair upon his head.

My heart beated rapidly, my throat began to dry again.

I pushed down the handle, and opened the door.

"Marnie." His voice breathed out.
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Marnie:

His kisses were soft and pure, and made my whole body tingle with excitement and adrenaline. He'd held my hands behind my back, grasping my wrists firmly but gently. He leant over my stature and took full advantage of his position. Continually, he'd plant kisses over my skin around my neck and I could have died right there and then. Slowly he dropped his hold around my wrists, and his hands danced their way along my back. As he positioned his head over on my shoulder, his fingers started to slide their way underneath my top and moved up and down my bare skin. My heart was going a thousand beats per second, the sensation he gave me was beyond euphoric. It felt like it had lasted hours, days. But only a few minutes with him felt like forever.

After our affection had come to a tragic end, he drew backward and his eyes met mine. It was weird how comfortable we felt just looking at each other like that, anybody else and I'd have whipped my head away from them.
Gradually, I felt his hands mine and intertwined our fingers, all the while we still stared at one another. Suddenly, his soft, strong arms wrapped themselves around my body. My head smothered into his chest.
I felt his warm breath tickling my ear as a gust of wind blew past us, making us both tilt. He steadied me, and whispered,
"Marnie, I'm so sorry."
My eyes shot open, they'd be shut tightly feeling safe in his hold, but this comment startled me. What was he sorry for?

"What?" I hushed in reply, my voice concerned but I tried not to sound like what he said had bothered me.

"Marnie. I'm so sorry for what I'm about to say to you."
I pushed myself off of him slightly, he tried to hold me back into my snuggled position, but I think that was an excuse to not look me in the eye.
My head craned to look at him. His eyes filled with tears. I've never seen him cry. Ever. He was always strong. Sure, when he was upset he'd be very down and mopey, but he never cried.

"What is it Nick?" My voice was filled with worry, but my tone of voice had become high-pitched and I sounded a bit angry.
A flash of guilt flickered in his chocolate brown eyes, and he couldn't look at me straight.
"Nick. Look at me." I demanded. We always promised we'd be faithful to one another, truthful, honest, and we told each other everything. And I mean everything.

He did as he was told.
"Marnie." He breathed out a huge sigh. His grip was still firmly on my shoulder as were my cold hands on his.

"I love you." He stated. That was it? He told me he loved me everyday, but this time it didn't seem to mean a lot to him. It was said matter-of-factly with no feeling or emotion behind those three little words at all.

My heart pounded hard on my chest. My stomach knotted itself. My brows furrowed and my face was pulled into an utterly confused contortion.
"Nick." I said firmly, "What is it?"

His body tensed up, I dropped my hands from his muscled shoulders. I cocked my head to the side.

"Marnie..." He began, but I was getting pissed off with the way he started every sentence with my name as if it was supposed to mean something or explain his strange behaviour.

"Stop saying my fucking name and get to the point." My voice was brash but calm. I never fight with Nick. Ever.
My abrupt comment seemed to startle him, and I did surprise myself how the words came out of my mouth.

His hold loosened on me, and soon we weren't in contact with each other's bodies anymore.

"Look. I didn't want to have to do this to you. It breaks my heart for it to end this way."

My heart sunk. The knots in my stomach tightened until I thought I was going to throw up. My eyes started to burn with tears, and my throat went dry and I was unable to speak.

He sucked in a breath, took in my reaction and carried on with his pathetic please-feel-sorry-for-me-even-though-i-am-ripping-your-heart-to-shreds speech.

"You know I adore you. We've been together forever, and I've never been happier in my life. But I'm not sure if I can go on..."

In utter desperation I found my voice again,
"GO ON? GO ON WITH WHAT? WHAT CAN'T YOU GO ON WITH? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? WE ARE DESTINED TO BE TOGETHER! THIS DOESN'T HAVE TO END! WHA..WHAT, WHY... NICK... WHAT THE..."
I was at lost for words.
I promised myself if I ever had a dramatic break-up with a guy I'd make sure I'd shove all my hatred in his face and make sure I'd say what I needed to. But this was Nick, I hadn't planned this break-up.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I know, we are destined to be together. But with all the accusations floating around, these assumptions about us... I can't bear to see you being hurt anymore."

I didn't understand what the hell he was going on about. We've been in the spotlight together for nearly three years. I know what it's like to be criticized. I know how to handle the rumours and the stupid threats.

This has nothing to do with him feeling sorry for me.

"Shut the hell up." I said sternly.
His eyes blinked at me, he was scared.

"This has nothing to do with you protecting me from the media. Nothing is wrong with our relationship. We are perfectly happy. Why are you going on about something that isn't even a fucking problem?"

When I was upset or angry, I usually put up my guard, so I seem stronger and it looks like I have thicker skin than I actually do. I break down and cry many times. Sometimes it happens for no reason at all. If anyone could break me, it was Nick. But I wasn't going to let him see that.

His hands fumbled into his pocket, taking out cassette tape. His eyes snapped to mine for a few seconds, then he held out his palm bearing the tape.
I glanced down at his offering. Then I looked at him.

"What?"
My voice was close to blubbering, but I kept my defensive tone in gear.

"Take it. It explains everything, after all, music is our language right?"
He half-smiled, he was scared to show any slight emotion that he was pleased or happy.

I looked down at the tape he was holding in his hand again.
My own hand angrily slapped the cassette out of his hands onto the wet grass.
"No." I stated. My eyes were burning again.
His face was in shock, he himself looked as if he was going to cry.

"Nick you are my world, you're my everything. If you want to end this relationship over nothing then I have no fucking idea why I bothered with you."
Tears were blurring my vision, I tried to blinked and make them go away, I turned my head and fiercely wiped them away before facing my future ex-boyfriend.

"I love you." He said again. I couldn't tell whether he meant it or not. But the state I was in, it didn't matter whether he did or not. he had caused me too much pain already for me to care.

He stepped forward, he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and stared into my eyes as his fingers stroked my cheek. For a moment, I drifted back to how we were before. The beauty and the wonderful essence of him I'd felt for so long came back to me.
But it soon disappeared.

I snatched his hand off my face and threw it backwards into him.
"Don't touch me." I sneered. I breathed in deeply.

"Marnie, please." He begged, he might as well have been on his knees on the floor.

"SHUT UP!" My voice was loud and screeching with such force I almost had to take a step back.

"I FUCKING LOVED YOU NICK JONAS. I LOVED YOU. SO MUCH. TOO MUCH. AND NOW YOU ARE LEAVING ME FOR NO REASON. WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? IS IT MILEY, HUH? IS IT SELENA? DID YOU GO AND WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND THEIR SKINNY BODIES AND KISS THEIR PERFECT SOFT COMPLEXIONS DID YOU? DID YOU?! DID YOU REALISE HOW MUCH NICER IT FELT TO HOLD THEM INSTEAD OF ME? THIS HAS NOTHING TO WITH ME, HAS IT?!"

I had never shouted that loud in my entire life. Ever. It obviously scared the shit out of Nick. His eyes bulging out of his skull. If I had even started to get like that before, he'd been holding me close and comforting me through the night. But I guess now he was no longer going to be featuring in my life anymore. Ever again.

"I don't know what to say to you Marnie. I really don't. Music is the best way I could express myself to you."
His eyes rapidly flickered to the tape, laying the blades of grass that were becoming wetter as the rain splintered down from the sky.

I stood there motionless. My eyes focused on the tape. Nick stepped forward and planted a small kiss on forehead. He bent down to my level and looked into my eyes, but mine were still on the cassette.
"Goodbye Marnie." He said, no louder than a whisper. He turned, and walked away into the stormy weather.

I gulped. The droplets of rain were becoming colder and fell faster with the second. I'd been standing there for while. Probably hours, I'd lost all track of time anyway.

As I was becoming more and more soaked, my heart started to beat again.
I'd finally come to terms with the fact I was no longer Nick Jonas' girlfriend. But I was still Marnie Jonas. Whether I was going to marry him or not.

My legs moved stiffly in the opposite direction in which I was standing and began to make my way back home. I managed five or six steps.

Before running back and picking up the cassette tape.
My fingers ran along the plastic casing.

The first thing I noticed, is that it had a white tape over it.

And what it read was quite simple. And yet so meaningful.

'Love Songs.'

The 'o' was in a heart shape, just like we always wrote each other's surnames.

I turned once again, and didn't take my eyes off the tape. I knew the route too well to crash into anything.

I'm in the breakdown.

Nick Jonas, what have you done to me?

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Skye

The rest of the night was a complete blur. The lights, the noise, screaming, the music. It was all too much. Too much of a reminder why I loved being on stage. I felt like I was ready to break out of this hard shell of protection and give myself away, so I could be free again. But there was nothing I could do to help myself accomplish that. I'd have to stay in this state until I could break out.

Until that person takes me under the madness, and opens my eyes again, I have no idea how I'll cope with this searing pain that tears through my body every single day.

Once again, all I remember were the lights blacking out and I stirred to find myself in a different hotel, similar layout, but different all the same.

A day later, we were in a semi-permanent house in L.A. Apparently, or that's what I thought I heard.

The guest room was neutral coloured, with a shiny black piano in the corner next to the dressing table. That's the first thing I noticed as I walked in.
"Here you are." Denise Jonas smiled warmly at me as she stretched out her arm to the vacant room.
I mumbled a murmur of a nor disagreeing or agreeing sound and started to place my things in the room.

That night after sharing a quiet dinner with the Jonas family, I slipped into my grey sweatpants and white tee and laid on top of the bed sheets. Twisting and turning over, just thinking.
Thinking about how life had changed so drastically.

My mother and father had died when I was ten. In a house fire at my grandparents house. The only people who came out alive were myself and my brother, Casper. We vowed to take care of me. Never to let me get hurt.
But now, I felt some angst and rage towards my deceased brother.
Why would he kill himself? Leave me to fend life on my own? To teach me a lesson? To help me understand my way of living more?

I didn't know. And I guess I never will.

We were at the very peak of breaking into the entertainment industry. My demos were being heard and Casper was producing and helping me write my songs and everything was just perfect.
Until he decided to end his life.
I'll never know why.

I turned over to look at the clock. It was nearly 10PM.
The house was so huge that if you set off a bomb you would only hear a faint bang seconds later.

I shuffled myself to the edge of the bed. I glanced over at the sleek black shiny piano. The way the light hit it was beautiful, and the shimmering black and white keys glistened silently. Waiting for someone to start to play a melody.

I dared myself.

I slowly walked over to the stool. Sat down.
My fingers spread across the keys, carefully placing my fingers on the right notes.
The song I'd written by myself. Without Casper. I was going to play it to him the day he died.

I hit the first few chords, and my heart jolted. I had the feeling back again. My whole mind, body and soul were suddenly resurrected and I could feel the power I was about to behold.
Music.

I gently played the song, and the lyrics slipped out of my mouth so easily. Why did I think it was so hard, it felt incredible.

"I’m not used to these feelings,
I’m used to being alone,
But every time you smile,
I feel right at home..."

The words seeped through me, I wrote this about Casper, in a way to thank him for all he's done for me. Helping my light shine and my love for music to be put on show.

"Without even touching me,
You caught me in your hands,
You should have warned me,
About your flutterby plans..."

Suddenly, I realised. This song wasn't just about my brother anymore.

"You opened my eyes,
I looked to the skies,
I can feel my wings,
And out comes butterflies..."

I stopped and breathed. I suddenly pounded on the keys and my voice grew louder and more intense.

"y skin burnt in winter,
And froze in the sun,
It’s no use fighting,
You’ve already won,
Me over,
Why don’t you come over,
We could have such fun,
Burning in winter,
And freezing in the sun..."

I wasn't taking in anything but the song, everything ele meant nothing to me anymore.

"You opened my eyes,
I looked to the skies,
I can feel my wings,
And out comes butterflies,

It’s like I’ve already taken flight,
Into the night,
No one sees what you can see,
I never knew I could just be,
A butterfly,
Ooh, I can flutterby,
Ooh, I’m a butterfly,
Burning in winter,
And freezing in the sun,

You opened my eyes,
I looked to the skies,
I can feel my wings,
And out comes butterflies..."

I softly came to an end. My heart beating steadily as I brought my hands into my lap.

My mouth was dry, and my mind felt numb.
I knew why I wanted to be a performer, I'd always known why.
I just never wanted to admit it to anyone in public.

You know, I thought they'd laugh. Because if you never did make it, then people would always think you're a dreamer, and I'd be heartbroken and disappointed in myself. I'd be ashamed.

But now I knew what I could be. I'd always known.

I'm just not sure if the public were ready for me yet.
I don't think I'm ready.

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Nick

Frankie was the one to awake me and inform me there was something playing down the hall.
A CD was on or something he said.

He pulled my hand and led me to the noise.
It was coming from Skye's room.

Gently, I held the door as to not make any noise.
I peeked my head through the crack.

There she was. Sitting at the piano. Again.

Her hands dancing fluently across the keys, playing an enchanting melody and singing.
That voice, that beautiful voice.

I couldn't believe she was singing. Something must have struck a chord with her. It was her own song, I hadn't heard it before.

Then she finished, almost moulding back into her old self, curling back into her body. She shouldn't have to feel that way.

She was amazing.
Skye was amazing.
Skye Singer was amazing.

I stepped in the room.
I heard her body twitch.
She flinched upright, trying to disregard the fact I'd entered the room.

"Skye?" I whispered, almost like Skye herself, who was barely heard if and when she spoke.

"Mmm?" Her mumble was quiet, but sounded sad.

"You're... amazing. Do you seriously know how incredible and talented you are?" I walked over to the piano and bent beside her.
Frankie wondered in behind me, placing himself on the bed, watching us both.

I saw a tear well in her eyes.
"Please don't cry." I begged her, my voice softly breathing into her ear.

She shot her head round. Her brown eyes sparkling with a mixture of confusion and worry.
I don't why, but I felt like I could easily become friends with her if she started to speak again, and become engaged in life once more.

"I'm sorry." She said. Her voice abnormally loud, and it was barely a hush either.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked hesitantly, half-knowing the answer already.

"I. I...I'm sorry I'm not talking. I'm sorry that I'm ignoring most of my life, and I'm sorry for not being able to see how much you've done for me. And be grateful for it." Her voice was pure and honest. And there's no way I couldn't forgive her.

A tear fell from her eyes and it painted her rosy cheeks a slightly darker shade of pink as she bent her head.

I put my hand underneath her chin, and lifted her weary head upwards so that she was looking straight at me.

Her eyes glittering at mine.

She was so beautiful.

"Skye. You needn't be sorry for anything. We're going to take care of you now, ok?"

She blubbered a sniff, "You should hate me. I've been such a nasty bitch to you, all of you." She cringed at her sentence as an after thought, glancing at Frankie but he seemed to be un-alarmed and hadn't taken notice of her curse word, not that it mattered.

"I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I'm going to take you under my wing."
She blinked.
"I don't think you ever had a choice whether you were going to be a superstar or not. The world had too much noise for you to handle, but we'll get by that. I promise, everything is going to be fine."

She coiled away slightly, her eyes searching my own.

I reached to her head, putting my fingers through her hair, stroking her face.
She brought her frail hand up and wrapped it around my wrist. A few of her tears dripping into my palm.

All at once, we both leant forward, wanting to be in each other's company.

She fell into my arms, she slipped carefully off the stool and we sat there in silence, holding each other.

She smelt delicate and pretty, her skin soft and her body thin.
I rubbed small circles on her back, comforting her. She needed someone right now, and I was going to help her get through it.

As we pulled away from each other, and I got the feeling that neither of us really wanted to. Our hands intertwined.

"Thank you." She said, louder than a whisper.

"My pleasure." I whispered in reply.
"But thank you." I said, almsot as an after-thought.

She gazed up at me.
"What for?"

"For being you. And showing me something I'd never thought I'd see. Now can we stop this mute business and can you please start to talk young lady?" I said, trying to get her playful and see if she had any humour.

She giggled quietly, and the sound was gorgeous.
She nodded, her hair swaying with her movement.

"Good." I nodded at her, and rubbed her shoulders.

I got up and smiled at Frankie and tilted my head towards the door.

"Goodnight Skye." Frankie said softly and walked out the door.

"Goodnight Frankie." She spoke back, in the same tone as my younger brother.

I pulled her up and smiled.

She smiled back.

"Wow." I said, in awe of her sparkling white teeth spreading across her face.

"What?" She craned neck to the side.

"You." I said quietly. Oh god did I really just say that? Cheesy or what?

But she grinned back at me.

"Goodnight Skye Singer." I smiled down at her. I kissed her gently on the forehead.

I felt like I should protect her, and care for her and be all big-brotherly like.
She didn't mind, and she tip-toed up and pecked me on the cheek with her soft round pink lips.

"Goodnight Nick Jonas." She gave me a weak smile and she slipped into her bed as I walked proudly out of the room.

I was going to make her a star.

End of.

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Nick

It was like she had a switch in her brain, controlling her emotions and feelings. But there was fault. Something in her connection that made her veins boil, something that we needed to fix.

She'd fallen into a deep sleep on the way to our venue. Apparently, it's something she does alot. When she needs to get away from it all, she sleeps.

We arrived at the hotel at 9:23PM. She'd been asleep since 11:30AM.

I really didn't want to awake the sleeping beauty, so I carried her.
It was no problem, she wasn't heavy, in fact she was incredibly light.

We got some looks as we strode into the hotel, with a sleeping girl in my arms. But I didn't care. She needed our help. I was willing to try.

We made a last minute swap with the rooms. My parents were sharing a room with Frankie, who'd watched Skye intently whilst we drove.
Kevin and Danielle were now together in their own single room.
Joe and I were sharing a double room, with us sharing one half and Skye with her own privacy in the other.
After being given the low-down talk with my parents, we made our way to our rooms.

Joe smiled at me as I set Skye down on her bed.
"What?" An embarrassed half-smirk spread weakly across my face.
"Nothing." Joe grinned. I nudged him with my shoulder.
"She's beautiful, even asleep." Joe said matter-of-factly.
I nodded. "Yeah. She is." I turned into our doorway and Joe followed me.

Tomorrow we'd get her up and lively, make sure she's having fun. Try and make her forget about her worries.
Or so I thought.

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Skye

The smell rose up my nostrils. My eyes shot open, only to witness flashes of red and orange inches away from my face. My heart pounded, as I stiffened backwards, trying to edge myself up against the back of bed.
The whole room was engulfed with thick black smoke. I held my sleeve up to my mouth trying to not breathe in the toxic fumes.
The sound that fire makes is terrifying. The loud snaps and crackles is not like poured milk in cereal. The bed I'd been laying on was becoming dark with colour as the flames flickered closer up the sheets.
My mouth was dry, but there was only thing to do.
Scream.
Scream as loud as possible.
But I couldn't, my mouth like sandpaper and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I could'nt breathe. I shut my eyes closed. Wishing I could escape. Tears streamed down my cheeks, providing the only water element in the room. I felt the heat coming closer, rising under my cheeks.
Suddenly, my voice broke. I screamed.
As loud as I could.

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Nick

Joe and I were just mumbling to each other, almost dropping off into slumber. When a scream erupted from Skye's room.

The both of us jumped out of bed and stormed through the door connecting the two rooms.

Skye's state was disturbing. Her eyes pinned shut, her mouth screeching with stifled yells. Her body thrashing around the bed, the sheets torn from made-up corner and she was distressed to say the least.
Joe looked at me panic-stricken, he bent down trying to hold her hand.
"Skye, Skye. Hey, hey, it's ok, calm down. Skye, shh." I'd never heard my brother's voice as frightened as this before.
I myself, was speechless.
I placed my hand on her jolting shoulder.
"Skye." With her name said once, her eyes shot open.
Bloodshot and terrified.
Her eyes squinted around the room, noticing each detail from the white lily's on the shiny wooden stool in the corner, to the embroidery curtains.
Her tired brown eyes finally rested on Joe, and then myself.

"Was it a...A.. Dream?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

Joe nodded. I stood there in awe, an ordeal that had lasted not even a minute had shown me how vulnerable she was. She was worth protecting. I knew that much.

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Skye

After the awkward night with my insane nightmares, the day that ensued was not what I expected.

They spoke to me, but I responded with faint head movements and quite grunts. You may think I'm totally ignorant and rude, but I didn't know how to be nice anymore. I couldn't find the old me. The me that could have a laugh at anything with anybody, that made people happy and have fun wherever I went. The person that was able to make friends with anybody.

That person was long gone.

I watched as they got up on stage for sound check. There were already hundreds of girls crowded around the stage, screeching and screaming.
"I LOVE YOU!"
"JOE MARRY ME!" etc. You know the drill.

Seeing as I was trying hard not to let my soft side show, I decided the only way I could express any emotion without it overpowering me was anger, or annoyance. So I slated every girl that caught my eye, in my mind of course.

What stupid little girls, they're just people... who have incredible talent and charisma. Who the fuck am I kidding? I was jealous that I couldn't be the one right at the front screaming their names and grabbing onto their hands at every moment I could.
Yeah right.
Did I?

There was a part of me that wishes I could be a fan again, just so I could forget about wanting my dream.
But then there's the other part of me, that wishes I could live the dream and have fans screaming my name every night, instead of me screaming theirs.

As they played their set, my eyes were set on all three of them. I didn't want to feel something towards them. But it was hard not to.

Casper believed in me when no one else did.
He wanted me to be happy, and he knew they only way I could obtain it was to be on stage, performing to my heart's content.

Casper was the best brother in the world. And for some reason, I saw traits that he had in the three Jonas'.

I was interrupted by my daydream by a soft small hand slipping itself in mine.
I looked down and saw two brown eyes staring up at me.
Frankie looked just like Nick.
I'd always had a soft spot for kids, they're just great. I gave him a weak smile, and he squeezed my hand gently.

I felt the Jonas parents stare on us both, and Danielle came over to us.

"Hey." She said softly.
I blinked.
"Hey." I said quietly, but I literally didn't really believe I even heard myself say it.

She put her arm around my shoulder softly.

"You know, if you ever needed someone to talk to..." My heart skipped a beat, my eyes started to burn again. No, this was not happening.
I shrugged her grip off my shoulder.
I uncurled my hand from Frankie's and wondered off backstage.

I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care where I was going.
I just wanted some time to myself.

About fifteen minutes later I was in a room filled with comfy looking sofa's and a rather large vending machine. I walked over to it, then my foot came into hard contact with it. I kicked it over and over again, until I couldn't stop myself. I gripped the side of it's cold metal frame, and pulled my head back and forward banging against the glass door, that separated me from chocolate and soda's of some kind.
I was sure I was in there for at least half an hour, until I felt someone's strong arms grip underneath my body and pulled me into a safe tight hug.

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Nick

The noise that was being created she seemed to be oblivious to, and after all three of us shouted at her to stop, she didn't seem to hear.

I had to stop her, why was she putting herself through so much pain?
Why was torturing herself? I wanted to help her so bad. She was beautiful, talented and I'm sure she had an amazing personality underneath all the mystery and odd behaviour she exposed us to so far.

As I held her in a tight hug I lifted her away from the vending machine and sat on the sofa with her. She didn't struggle. She sat limply in my arms, defeated and exhausted.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" I asked, I didn't expect her to respond, most of the questions that you asked Skye were rhetorical.

"It's all my fault." She quivered. By this time, everyone was in the backstage room, we'd gained an audience but she didn't seem to care, or probably hadn't noticed.

"What's all your fault sweetie?" Joe bent down to her level and asked her gently.

"Everything." And with that, tears fell from her face.

I used my thumb to wipe away her tears.

Suddenly, we were called to go and get ready for our first performance.

We couldn't leave her there. Then I had an idea. No one may agree to it, but it had to make her believe again.

I grabbed her hand, dragging her along with my brothers and the band. She didn't take in where we were going or what we were about to do.

She was going to be in the spotlight tonight, whether she liked it or not.

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Skye

I didn't remember anything that happened before the light hit me.

I was just walking somewhere, with someone.

Then all of a sudden, my dreams seemed to of became reality.

Ear-splitting screams rumbled through my ears, my heart thumped hard on my chest. You know when a really loud song is playing, and your whole body is jolting and you put your hand to your heart or throat and you feel the jumping and vibes electrifying inside of you?
Well, it was like that.

Lights blinded me, and I saw thousands of faces staring down. I blinked.
Trying desperately to make sense of what I was experiencing.

I looked over, and saw the three boys standing and smiling at the crowd.

Then I heard Nick's voice boom into the microphone.

"I hope you don't mind but we've a special guest with us tonight." The crowd screamed. I'm guessing they were talking about me?

"Skye Singer!" Joe yelled and pointed at me. I stood there, motionless.

The audience nonetheless cheered for me, as if I was some megastar.

As they started to play their set, I sat with the band, just observing the wondrous arena and the amazing atmosphere.

I knew this is where I should be, but I couldn't do it without Casper.
Suddenly, just before my almost-happy emotions were drained from me, I felt a hand pull me up and the song that got me everytime I used to listen to it. And why they were playing it to me was kind of ironic.

"There's a lot you don't notice when you read between the lines,
The future's out of focus, when you're blinded by the light,"

As Joe held me, he blinked up at the light and smiled, and I dared to give a weak smile back.

"It's a hope for all the hopeless,
In the worst of trying times,"

It was like they were singing my life story to me, and they held my hands and gripped me tight, and I felt like a human again. With real feelings.

"I resort to being speechless,
Cause our love won't survive,
Our love won't survive."

And as I took in their beauty, essence and pure devotion.

A tiny, very small part of me...

Wanted to sing along.

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I don't feel anything anymore.

Just regret.

I don't say much anymore.

Just 'no.'

I don't sing anymore.

Ever.

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Nick

When we stumbled upon the unfinished demos in the studio, we couldn't quite believe what we were hearing.

A voice so pure and mature sounding, we were shocked to find out this beautiful voice belonged to a fifteen year old girl.

Whoever she was, she hadn't been discovered yet. Myself, and my whole family were determined to find her and give her a chance.

After weeks of research and tracking down, we finally found her.
Sitting at a piano, alone.

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Skye

My fingers traced gently along the keys of the piano. My breath was heavier than it had been in a long time.
I was desperate to play again. To open my mouth and express the emotions that I pretended I didn't have.

I can't feel anything. I don't want to feel anything. My stomach knotted itself every time I dared myself to believe I had any feelings left inside of me. It was slowly, day-by-day breaking me down.
It wouldn't be long before I cracked.

All this deep in thought made me oblivious other people had entered the vacant, silent room I'd been vegetating in for weeks.

As my hands danced along the piano's shiny black coat, I felt soft, warm fingers wrapping themselves around mine before I saw it happen.
Nothing surprises me much anymore.
My eyes jumped where my hands were. They looked strong and wore a ring on their marriage finger.

"Skye?" The voice sounded faint. Even though the person was right behind me.

"Skye Singer?"

I uncurled my fingers from their grasp and continued to wander my fingers across the piano keys, making sure I didn't make a sound.

I mumbled a grunt.

"Sorry, she doesn't communicate much anymore." A familiar trying-to-sound-perky-but-I-really-couldn't-be-fucked-with-this-girl-anymore sounding voice informed the strangers.

Then she went on about, about... Him.

She had no right telling everyone my life story. If I wanted to tell them I would, but I don't, so they shouldn't know.

I felt my face flush red hot with anger.

I hadn't felt anything like this before, I don't feel any positive emotion any longer.

Suddenly, my hand came crashing down on the lower end of the piano, sending ear splitting loud low notes echoing and bouncing off the walls.
I surprised myself.
For once.

I felt the silence surround me. I could feel their gaze fall upon me.
For the first time in months I uttered to speak more than one syllable.

"Shut. Up." My voice sounded different, hoarse and deep. Harsh and dark, as I spat out my words like venom.

The quiet felt like it lasted hours, not even the faint ringing in my ears filled up the dead air.

"We heard your demo." A soft, soothing voice broke in.

I let out a sigh. I didn't want to be reminded of that. I didn't want to have to let out another note of song again. Even though I wasn't really helping myself sitting at a fucking piano all day.

"You're incredible." Another voice said, just a smooth as the first but slightly deeper.

"We think you're amazing, and we want to help you..."
I couldn't, I DIDN'T want to hear anymore.

I slammed my fists onto the piano again.

"NO!" I screamed. "NO! NO! NO!" I felt my eyes burning, desperately wanting to pour out with tears.
But there was no way I was going to let that happen.
I sucked in a sharp breath.

"I don't want your help. I don't need anybody. I don't want anybody. Just leave me alone." My voice wasn't loud, or brash. It almost sounded broken and hurt. I regretted talking the instant my mouth opened.

I hadn't turned around to see who was talking to me. I didn't even want to know.

I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. Since I became ignorant to the majority of my senses, touch became stronger, and I knew it was the same person who'd wrapped their fingers in mine.

"I don't know how you feel, or what you're going through. But I'm sure I'd need someone to be there for me, helping me. You seem like a strong girl, but... I know I can't be one to judge. But I think right now, you need guidance, and my family and I are willing to help."

I didn't respond. I didn't feel any need to. Who does this prick think he is? Why would he ...

"Look. I don't know what's going through your mind, but whether you choose to believe it or not, you're no doubt downright incredibly talented. I don't care if you're the most stubborn person on earth, I'm going to help you find a way to make sure your talent is known. I don't have any idea what you must feel, or whether you choose to feel anything at all. But I believe you can be whatever you set your mind to. And you're worth more than you think."
I blinked. I listened to each word, and refused to believed what he was saying.

He sighed.
"You could be the start of something amazing."
I felt the warmth of his breath on my face and he bent beside me.
"I believe in you." And with those words, tears began to fall from my eyes. The reason wasn't because this person, whoever he was, was giving me a speech every upcoming and hopeful artist wants to hear.
But because those were the very last words Casper had said to me.

I bent my head, and the stupid-not-so-perky-anymore voice started to utter,
"She hasn't cried in months."

I felt the hand slip down off my shoulder, and their arms wrap around me. I felt safe. Again. I hadn't felt this protected, this cut off from the rest of the world for months. Maybe this is what I needed. To be held. All of a sudden the feeling was gone. I shook the grip he had of me and wiped the tears off my face furiously.

How dare he make me cry?
How dare he make me break down?
I'm not vulnerable. I'm NOT.

The other voice broke in,
"We want you to come on tour with us. To see if it will bring back any feelings you had. And if it doesn't we'll leave you at that..."
He paused.

I saw a toned, tanned arm shoot out in front of me.
"Deal?"
For the first time, I looked up at his face.
He had dark curly hair and his eyes brown and full of concern, but shone brightly in the lights that dimly lit the room.

I blinked up at him. Taking in his beauty. Then I noticed the two others standing a few feet behind him. Equally as gorgeous and stunning.

I looked at his hand, taking in everything he'd said.

My mind said no.

But my gut instinct and my stupid heart said otherwise.

My own hand lifted itself slowly, shaking and having its very own epileptic fit.

I reached his fingers, his gently touching mine. I curled my thumb over his. I tried to steady my hand, but I found that he had me covered. His muscly arm reached out and grasped my upper arm with his hand.

We both looked at each other. As if we both understood exactly how each other felt.

The feeling soon slipped away.

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Nick

She didn't seem to take in where we lead her. After we'd let go of each others hands she was back in her dream land again. Not noticing anything going on around her. What she must be going through, I can't fathom.
I wanted to help this girl, but she was so afraid of letting a single tear drop.

I watched her drift off to sleep. The bus bouncing up and down, her gorgeous brown hair spread across the seat she'd laid on.
She was beautiful. But I don't think she knew that.

The question was now, was going to accept our help?

I think we already found out, we'd have to force our help upon her.

Right now, what she needed.

Was a saviour.

FLASHBACK
Nick -

She was hard to fight with. She was very stubborn and her voice got ridiculously loud in the process. I tried to be intimidating while standing over her small stature, but obviously that's been tried before, and she was not having any of it.

"Nick! Just because your a few inches taller than me, does NOT mean I'm going to back down mister!" She waggled her finger upwards at my face.

The argument's point was out of the window now, so I just had some fun with the little raging ball of fire.
"A few inches? Five at least!" I smirked at her.

Her mouth extended in a rounded O shape and her eyes widened.
I tried to contain my chuckles, but it was no use.

"Do not laugh at me Jonas!" She went to punch me in the arm, she's got a hard hit too, but my reflexes had become trained to the Jagger-Sucker-Punch, I caught her wrist.
She went to use her other hand but I caught that one too.
She groaned and cried out in annoyance.
"Nick!" She whined and looked at me with her puppy dog eyes.
I played along, loosening my grip as I stared at her.
Suddenly, she tried to quickly pull out of my hold to get her victory.
But I knew what was coming.

I swiftly grabbed both her wrists in one hand, and took her legs and picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.
She was very light, and it was always something I could use against her. There was no way she was throwing me over her shoulder.
"You'll be the death of me Jonas." She murmured with a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"Touche'." I replied.

I slammed her down onto the bed and leaned over her so both my arms craned over her body.
We stared at each other, our eyes just comfortably boring into one anothers soul.
She reached up and took one of my curls and wound it round her finger. Then her fingers slid round my neck, softly tickling my baby hairs.
I reached and took her wrist gently, I kissed her palm and she giggled.
"You're a softie Jonas." I loved to see that smile.
She leant up and wrapped her hands around my neck. I moved my arms around her waist supporting her weight as she held me.
"Nicholas Jerry Jonas, I love thee." She recited, softly giggling.
"You, I love more than the ocean deep, more than a baby needs sleep, more than bee needs a flower, and more than a clock needs the hour.
I love you, I do." She finished, and set a small kiss on my cheek.

"You're a soppy one you know that Jagger?" I chuckled softly into her sweet smelling skin.
"Mmmm." She grumbled.

I moved my hands up her back, tracing lines and patterns along her spine, making her wriggle and squeal softly.
When I got to the edge of her sides, where she was most sensitive, she let out a louder laugh than before. "Nick." She said between her stifled giggle.
"Not my fault you're ticklish." I stated, pulling her away from my body so I was looking right at her.
"Oh, ok then." She mocked, smiling widely and her eyes lighting up. I grabbed her waist and moved my hands wherever she was ticklish, (which was mostly all over), she laughed and tried to escape, but I was much stronger than she was.
My fingers wriggled into her ribs and she burst out into a huge laugh, and I got her under her neck which is where she becomes paralysed, and cannot move anymore. Then, I gave her mercy. She breathed out, gasping for air.
"Jeez, Jonas. Not fair." She said, but she smiled a few short seconds afterward.
I laid down, and rested beside her. Both of us on our sides and our hands locked in one another.
"You know," She hushed quietly after a while.
"I never thought I would find someone like you."
I moved my chin onto the top of her shoulder.
"But, I'm so glad I did." I felt a quiver of sadness in her voice, and leant my head over so I could see her face. A tear rolled down her cheek and dropped silently onto our intertwined hands.
"So am I, Drixie." Saying her name was like mentioning an angel. A name that you feel you should say respectfully, like she was princess. And, truth be told, she was close enough to royalty to earn that.

She turned over and looked at me with those eyes. Her finger traced a gentle line down my jaw, and then fell limply onto the bed in between us.
I reached foward and kissed her nose. She smiled sweetly, and then as if we read each others minds, we embraced into a cuddle. Our bodies leaning on each others, supporting one another.

"I. Love. You." She stuttered, she was crying.
I pressed my body slightly harder onto hers, cradling her.
"I love you too." The words came out smooth, like butter. Like I was born to recite those three little words to her.
Those three words mean too much to be thrown around aimlessly. But I really did mean them. I meant it. Every word.

That night, we just sat in comfortable silence. Listening to each other breathing. Holding hands like we were meant to be. And we were.
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Now, I'm stunned in an awkward sort of silence.

Nothing comforting about it.

"What?" Was all I could stammer out.

"I don't know who you are." She repeated in the same tone.

I gulped. My heart pounding violently on my chest. What was I to say?

"Erm, uh, do you know where you are?" I quivered.

"Well, it looks like a hospital." She said matter-of-factly, looking around her. Well, at least she still had her sense of humour.

"Who are you?" Her eyes shot at me, my fists clenched.

"I'm Nick. Nick Jonas." I waited, to see if she was messing with me, and she'd be doubling over on the bed saying, 'The look on your face!'.
But no such luck.

She shook her head at me, and held out her hands as if to say, 'yeah, and?'

"Drixie?" I asked worriedly, would she still remember her own name?

"Yeah." She stated simply. "That's me, Drixie Jagger."

I sucked in a breath.

"Do you know how famous you are?" I questioned, is she still the same superstar?

"What?" Her face screwed up. "Famous?" Her eyebrows furrowed and she nodded impatiently at me to elaborate.

"You're Drxie Jagger. Worldwide teenage superstar phenomenon." Her eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of her sockets.

"I'm Nick Jonas. Of the Jonas Brothers." My lips pursed.
"Your boyfriend." I squeaked out those two words.

"My, boyfriend?" She looked at me as if it was all a big lie,
"Look, no one ever wants me as a girlfriend, I'm just Drixie Jagger. DJ. DeeJ. And I'm no superstar, what, what..." Her eyes started to well up.

"What... who am I?" I felt for her, she couldn't remember anything?

"If you're my boyfriend.. you love me right?" She mumbled through her tears.
I nodded. More than you'll ever know.

"Well, then help me to remember. Help me understand who I am. Who you are, what my life is..." Tears fell off her blushed cheeks. "Please."

"Of course." I nodded once again and she motioned me to come to her.

"Nick Jonas?" She looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes. I nodded once more.
"How long have we been together?" She flicked her head, her dark brown locks swishing from her face.

"Nearly two years." I said simply.

"Wow." She said in disbelief. "What is love?" She suddenly asked.
"What was our love?" I was disliking the use of the past tense in hr questions. 'Was'. What 'was' our love?

"We're inseperable. I never thought I'd find someone like you, but I'm so glad I did." I made the point of using present tense instead of saying we 'were'. And trying to turn a lightbulb on in her head re-using the speech she made, she must remember.

"I'm sorry I don't remember." She quivered.
I placed my hand on hers as she looked up at me.

"Love is noise. A song so beautiful it's heard everywhere. You're my love. You are the music to my life." I smiled at her, praying she'd remember.

"That's beautiful." She whispered, "I think I like you already."

Even though the pain I felt was unimaginable, I smiled at her and she opened her arms for a hug.

She was the same person. She was. She had to be. It's just, trying to bring her out again. Making her the megstar she already was.

She smelt the same, the same Jagger essence I adored. Her eyelashes blinked on my cheek, we called them 'butterfly kisses.' Because it was like a butterfly's wings fluttering against your skin.

"Don't worry." I said while still holding her, "I'll help you remember.
I'll help you to remember everything."

She breathed in deeply.

"I do hope so."

With that, a tear slid down my cheek and emersed itself into her hair.

Drixie, my girlfriend Drixie Jagger.

Will she ever remember me?

Nick:

As she lay there, a million and one thoughts seeped through my brain. Her hands were stone cold, and her fingers long and thin, curled limply around my own. I moved my thumb softly over her knuckles, and then brought her hand up to my mouth as I kissed it softly.
Would she ever wake up? Would I ever see those bright brown shining eyes again?
It had been just over a week, and I was beginning to fear DeeJ was more than just 'unconscious'. Even though I dread to think what it might be, it's more than likely now that's what it is.
56% of coma sufferers never awake. I'll admit that scared me a little.
I'm not scared of much, but loosing Drixie could be the end of me.

There was no one else like her.

My brothers and I were touring the UK when another performer had the same venue sound check booked. As gentlemen we allowed the other artist to go first, whilst we took a back seat and watched.

When I saw her neon attire, and the chaotic mass of backcombed madness that was her hair I would have never of guessed that she had a voice like that.
When she opened her mouth, a sound that should be possessed by someone twice her age should have, all of our mouths dropped.

The soul and passion she sang with was out of this world, and I couldn't believe that she was only fifteen at the time.

Backstage, the band immediately hit it off with her. She wasn't scary or intimidating when you're standing next to her. She was the height of five foot and four inches, fairly slender with big brown hair, and big brown eyes. Her skin, naturally tanned, and her big smile that lit up the room.

The first thing we noticed, is that she was indeed British. Her accent was beautiful and her giggle was like the angels had started to play their harps.

She was funny, very funny. Her animated face in whatever contortion, always looked stunning. She was modest, which is rare to find nowadays and I liked that about her. She was witty and intelligent, her intellect I noticed was something that split her from her rock chick persona.

She was sweet and bubbly, and it was obvious even after a five minute conversation with her, you knew it'd never be dull when she was around.
For a start, her name was Drixie Jagger, what else did you need?

What surprised us the most was her genuine and honest down to earth opinions about life. Somehow in the space of half an hour we managed to have a deep meaningful conversation about life goals and ambitions.

She told us that she had to do something very significant to be proud or feel achievement. It was clear that she was a driven and passionate young lady with a determination of a lion on the hunt.

When we had to go our separate ways we exchanged details and we let hr know if we were ever in the area again and visa versa.

Nearly just over a month after we finished touring we got a call from her manager inviting us to one of her concerts on the Sunset Strip.

Naturally we accepted, and thank the lord we did because if we'd have said no, the blossoming love between Drixie Jagger and I would have never happened.

Her show was phenomenal. Her presence on stage was out of this world and her songs evoked real and honest emotion. I found myself becoming angry, becoming sad, even crying which is rare for me! I also found myself becoming immensely euphoric and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
A star.

After that, I couldn't help myself. We started dating.

Strangely enough, about nearly five months into our inseparable relationship, no one had bashed us. Apparently the fans thought we were perfect for each other, and I'm glad because I couldn't of agreed more.

We had this connection, and we just clicked. I'd never been so happy in my entire life. She brought out my party side which is incredibly hard to do. She made everything feel so easy, and she didn't mind the attention of the media either.
She didn't care if I had to hug a thousand screaming girls everyday, or be attacked by savage tweens that wanted my clothes.

She was never jealous, just happy that I was doing what I love.

It was hard sometimes, spending nearly a month away from each other at times. But we always found a way to see or talk to each other.

Her parents both died in a plane crash, she was an only child.

She told me she wasn't just performing for herself or her fans every night.
She wanted her parents to be proud of her, and prove to herself she could be independent and get where she wanted to be.

She proved herself alright, and I know that her parents would be exceptionally proud indeed.

What also attracted me towards her was her uniqueness. Her ability to be so different and yet so real to the world.

We had our little fights now and then. But it always ended in play fight/wrestle and she'd be giggling to no end of the floor.

Kevin and Joe were the big brothers she never had, so she said.
She got on so well with them, and my parents adored her. They loved her because she was so diverse and different and not stereotypical, and was just herself.

Frankie was extremely fond of her. She was impeccably good with kids. And she would have a go at anything, she didn't enjoy sports (so she told us) but as soon as she got out onto the field, she played like a pro.

It was funny, how she had little parts of myself and each of my brothers mixed up in her personality.

She'd just moved in with us right before her 17th birthday and my 19th.

We'd gone to set up for our intertwined twin concerts,
'The Jonas Brothers and Drixie Jagger.'

And then it happened. Out of nowhere the light set came crashing down. Knocking her out cold.

Now I sit here, anxiously waiting for my girlfriend to wake up.

I looked over at the photograph, sepia spilled with our smiles wide across the frame. Our faces together and our eyes looking deep into each others.

I was hoping and praying for her to open her eyes and to smile.

I reached down once again, intertwining our fingers together.
I held her hand to my lips and closed my eyes and wished and wished for a miracle.

Suddenly the status bar on the machine started to beep. The lines that were once steady and stable, jolted for a few seconds.

Drixie's big brown eyes fluttered open. Was this a dream? No.
I reached in a held her bony body.

As I retracted I kissed her neck gently, just how she liked it.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in my ear.

"I don't know who you are."

Mollie:

I awoke to a soft touch dancing along my spine. I wriggled and mumbled before turning over. His eyes shone at me.

"Wakey wakey superstar." I smiled at him, and then his teeth gleamed brightly at me.

"Wow, the gnashers have come out to bite." I giggled. He chuckled softly.

The day of my album debut.

Nick grabbed my hand and pulled me to the side.
"Mols, you'll do fine, I'm promise, just tell them what the record about how much it means to you and say your thanks and come off."

I bit my lip.
"But what if I stop or I get asked an unnecessary question or..."

He put his finger on my lips.
"You'll do fine. Just be yourself."

As I stepped onto the podium every started to become dizzy.

"Hello everyone." I gave my best smile.
"My first record is about the chaos of life and love. And how sometimes things bring you down but you have got to get past them, and how the people around you can help. Alot of the songs are very personal, but I believe everyone can get an emotion out of my songs and that they can reach out a give a meaningful message to anybody out there."
Everyone clapped.
That was it, I walked off the podium and fell into Joe's grasp.
"Mollie you did fine, now it's the opening night to rock!" He grinned at me and rocked me in his arms. He was a great big brother.

Kevin squeezed me, "I'm so happy for you Mollie, it's gonna be awesome tonight!" I squeezed his hands back and smiled. I was so excited.

The night came sooner than I expected.
I'd been comforted by the Jonas' and my other friends from the franchise who had come to support me. Alot of press were in tonight, and celebrities names who'd I'd only seen in magazines.
They were coming to see me?

I stood on stage waiting for the music to begin. Rehearsals had been intense the previous week, I'd worked my ass off so this better be a show-stopper.

The first beat electrified through the speakers. My heart thundering as the pulse continued to play. My body swayed and kicked in with the music.
I turned around at the audience, screams already erupted through the huge stadium. It was almost full. How did I manage that?

Suddenly, a piercing sound shot through my ears. I cringed. My face screwed up.
The crowd seemed uneased by this, but when I pulled the microphone towards my mouth to sing, no sound came out.

My mouth was open I was singing, I just couldn't hear it. I tried to sing again, restarting but I couldn't hear the music anymore. I could feel myself breathing. I couldn't even hear the crowd.
I turned around in panic, the band looked at me, looking just as worried I as I felt. I stumbled, trying to make sense of this world with no noise.

Everything became dark and fuzzy, nothing made sense.
I'd fallen unconscious.

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Nick:

I'd promised her everything would be fine, and now she lies in a hospital bed, without anyone knowing what was wrong with her.

I held her hand. My whole family sat in her hospital room, anxious and very nervous.

A doctor walked in, "Young Monroe here has a very rare condition. And I'm afraid to say it has something connected when she was younger. I doubt she knew or if she did was scared to present you with the problem."

I stared. What else could she fucking go through?
I looked at her, deadly pale and corpse-like.

The doctor breathed out. "We believe, Mollie has lupus."

Frankie looked up at him.
"What's that?"

"Well, lupus has hundreds of symptoms. We noticed she had swollen glands, she has rashes on her palms..."
I unfolded my hand from hers, her palms were bright red.
"We also believe she suffers from paranoia, she's had a stroke before, and this was no other than a full blown seizure. I'm just concerned it happened in front of thousands of people. We also noticed she has a recurrent fever, and a strong case of anemia cut off her hearing. We cannot explain why or how, but this is case. But she should be able to hear soon. We can relieve the symptoms, such as the fevers and the resistance for her becoming over-worked and hyperventilating and such like, but this disease is forever. I'm sorry."

My breath felt like it had been snatched away.
She was finally happy. And then this stupid disease called lupus comes along.

The doctor left the room. My parents exited to talk further with the staff, and left me and my brothers alone with Mollie.

Frankie stroked her dead arm. "Mollie, wake up. We were gonna play water polo tomorrow remember? And then Joe would get angry because we would beat him and he'd tickle you until you admitted he was the one who had really won. And then we'd eat ice-cream on the lilos and we'd throw the beach ball at each other, and then we'd party to your new album and... we'd be happy."

A tear rolled my cheek, and I looked at Kevin and Joe and their faces screwed up, ready for the waterworks.

"That's right Frankie, when Mollie is better we can do that."
We stood in silence for a while.

Abruptly, Mollie's hand started to shake. Trying to reach up to her mouth to pull off the oxygen mask, we all stood there in fear.

"I. Can, hear .... you." She croaked as she peeled off the mask that was sucking her face. I leant down to her, "Mollie."

She smiled, it was beautiful. "Nick." She beamed.
Frankie grinned and we all nestled on the bed, hugging her.

I traced my finger along the line of her torso, she wriggled slightly and giggled softly, I loved to see that smile and hear that giggle.

Joe kissed her on the forehead and Kevin bent down to kiss her nose, Frankie kissed her hand.
I leant in closer, until I felt her breath on my neck.
I kissed her lips tenderly, and she kissed my back with an even softer touch.

I pulled back slightly and looked at her.
"You're so beautiful." I smiled relieved that she could hear.
"You're so beautiful." She replied. Emphasising the 'you're'. There was no way I was better than her, she was too perfect for anybody. But I damn certain I was going to make her as happy as I could.

She sat up straight. She leant forward and we embraced, her leaning up on her knees, oh how romantic it was, my girlfriend in her hospital gown with wires attatched to each of her limbs.
But it was romantic enough, I cupped her head in my hands.

"I love you." I whispered.
She smiled, her cute face beaming.
"I love you too." And with that, my parents walked through the door.

"Mollie!" they both exclaimed and they came running towards her, hugging her close.

"I don't know what happened, but I'm going to make it up. I'm going to make this happen!" Mollie nodded proudly.

But all her hope faded away as the doctor re-entered the room.
"Mollie, it's good you're now awake." His eyes squinted.
"But I have some more news." He blinked.
"Not only do you have a rare condition called 'lupus', but we've also found another under-lying health problem."

Mollie blinked. "What else could be wrong with me?" She cried and buried her face into her hands.

"We fear that, due to the conditions in your childhood." he voice wavered.
"You may have colon cancer." Her eyes teared up, her face going red and puffy.
"If you are confirmed with the disease, you will most likely not able to have children. And, any partner you are with in the future will be at a high risk of catching a similar disease."

She broke down and she curled into a ball hiding herself within the covers and sheets. I pulled them back and sat underneath with her. Holding her close, trying to stop her from crying.

"Hey. Mollie, baby. It's going to be ok. I'll be here for you no matter what. I'll never leave your side, you know that right?"
She looked at me. Her eyes blinking rapidly.

Then she pulled me towards her, her lips coming in with contact with mine. Our passionate friendship was burning with lust and had turned into true love before our very eyes.

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be, than here with you." I hushed in her ear.

I held her, her skin burning but ice cold at the same time. She kissed my neck softly then our heads leant on each others, breathing onto one another.

"Mollie. You and Me. Nothing else matters more. You are my world."
I meant it. Every word. Of course my family meant alot to me, but she was most important now, and she needed someone, and afterall she was basically family now anyways.

We intertwined fingers, and we sat there underneath the sheets, in silence, breathing heavily, while the world outside the hospital seemed non-existant. It's was just me and Mollie. Mollie and I.

"You and Me." I whispered again.

"You and Me." She hushed in reply.

She made my life worth living. And I can only be myself when I'm with her. She was special, and she didn't know the half of it.

Mollie Monroe.

I love you.