Pieces Of Rainbow

Marnie:

"Marnie, we're ready for you on stage in five."

I nodded towards Cal, my stage manager/director.

I felt sick, so sick. Miley Cyrus did catch me off guard and make me feel like I was a inch tall, but I'm over it.
Sort of.

Demi was furious, and to be honest I should have been too. I was just a jittering wreck. Sobbing on the floor, holding my face in agony.

Oh shut up Marnie you baby.
It's Miley-Fucking-Hannah-Montana-Cyrus.

I breathed in deeply.
As I breathed out, the door swung open.

"We're ready for you Miss Jonas."

I nodded shakily.

I'd done five shows, excluding the one that I called off, but for some reason I felt so nervous. Obviously I tried to blame the nerves, but it was blatantly for two reasons deep in my mind.

1. Hardly anyone would show up because of the incident.
2. I'd become an epic fail and forget everything.

The lights flashed, the white flicker-tape shutters shone on me, making my every move jolted and for the first song it set the tone brilliantly.

"I'm alive, I'm alive, that's what I say!

I'm alive, I'm alive, gonna live that way!

I'm alive and I'm gonna be living today!"

As I hit the last few notes the white sheets fell from the rails and the lights turned from dark and flickering, to bright and beautiful as I began my opening speech.

"Hello everybody!"
I waved at everybody.

Wow, I forgot the arena was this big.
Screams echoed and bounced off everywhere as I was greeted by the enthusiastic sound.
It was great.

"As you may know, I cancelled a gig on Saturday due to a illness called Cyrusfuckofosis."

The whole place cheered with glee and some 'oohs' and 'boos' but after that they all screamed again.

"I apologise for an problems that may of caused anybody."
I smiled.

"So, I wrote a quick song and I hope you like it."

Gabi, my pianist started to play.

"Sometimes you think you've,
Gotten over it,
You go out and have fun,
But then you get a hit,

You fall down now,
Staring at the crowd,
You awaken,
The monster standing there,

Why, oh why?
Do have to care?
Why, oh why?
Do you have to stare?

I ain't got no time for you,
I'm on the move,
Making my dreams come true,
Without you... yeah."

As I sung the last few words, I felt my face start to tremble.
No way. Marnie control yourself.

I knew I shouldn't have sung it.
It reminded me too much of...

Too much of...

Darkness then surrounded me, my world was engulfed by nothingness.

Great. Just great. My first show back and I was already out cold.

All of a sudden lights flashed back on, and I could see the crowd again.

Then my ear piece muttered.
"Marnie, we just had some technical problems up here."

I looked towards the sound box and Gareth mouthed, 'sorry' at me.

Thank fuck for that.
I thought I was going delusional.

"Ok, sorry about that guys, someone needs a new brain."
I giggled up at the sound booth.

As I played the rest of my set I was getting to the song about... him.
I picked a guy from the audience and sung it to them, so I didn't feel the need to think about... him, whilst I was singing it.

The audience all knew what was coming.

I scanned the first section of the aisles, not many guys there, and some of them looked as if they were there with their girlfriends, I didn't want to upset anybody so I tried a guy who looked like he was on his own or with friends.

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a lone young man. He was standing in the sidelines looking up at me in his sunglasses. He had baggy dark blue jeans on, and a grey t-shirt with a green scarf. His hair was short, but very curly. He should let it grow, then it could be a gorgeous as... his... hair.

Ugh shut up. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to pick him, but my eyes were on him now, and to get someone else would've taken another ten minutes, searching the place.

"You." I said, firmly and directly pointing straight at this guy.

He stared, and then pointed to himself. I nodded.

Security grabbed his body and lifted him onto the stage.

I gave him a quick hug, his body was so muscular, and he had some amazing-smelling cologne on. The weird thing was, he refused to take his shades off, what? Did he have a glass eye or something?
But I didn't question it, if he wanted to wear them then fine.

"What's your name?" I asked smiling.

"Sam." He said quietly.

"So Sam, do you know this song?"
I asked as I motioned him to sit down on the stool beside mine.

He nodded.
I smiled.

"So, you can join in if you want." I grinned at him.

He half-smiled, shy guy I guess.

As I began to sing, I gripped his hand. Trying to make the song for him, and not for... the other.. him.

Marnie, shut it. This guy is waiting for you to dedicate this song to him, not to your ex-boyfriend who ripped your heart a part.

Half way through, I got up, squeezing his hand as I began to get into the intense part of the song. He followed my movements. Mouthing each word to me and I sung it.

"And now I have found,
The reason to be living,
You are here,
I am here,
That's all I need,
From now on..."

The note I hit was louder that I'd expected it to come out, my heart rate increased with the sudden anxiety of not being able to make the next note louder than the last.
Shit.
I took a big breath, and I could tell this 'Sam' saw my nerves building up.

But out of nowhere, this gusto of a note came riveting through my mouth, an impulsion I never had around anyone but ...him.

This guy was proving to be more than just a lucky audience member, he was my lucky star for the evening. The way he just stood there, making me feel so comfortable, just relaxed me.

I grabbed his arms, as I began to slowly finish my lyrics, trying desperately to see his eyes through his shady glasses.

"No other way,
To say,
You know,
It's true,
I,
Love,
You."

The last chords twinkled on the piano and the crowd cheered and I hugged Sam and he seemed to become more confident, he held me longer and with more grasp.
I spoke into the microphone as we parted from each other.
"Everybody give it up for Sam!"
I smiled as I raised his arm in the air.

As I reached for his hand to lift it upwards it collided with his glasses on his face and they fell off, shattering to the ground.

Damn, must have been some expensive shades.

I reached down to pick the parts of the glasses up off the ground, as I came back up Sam had leant down beside me trying to help, as I looked at him to hand back his sunglasses, my heart nearly stopped.

He had... his eyes.

The same eyes I looked into every day.

I had previously ignored all his other features, his jawline, hardly there and his perfectly placed lips.

Holy shit he was a replica. A clone, or something.

I tried to look for something he always wore like his dog tag.
There was nothing but a scarf around his neck.

Ok, so clear. It wasn't him, just a very scarily looking twin of him.

"Marnie." He breathed out.

Oh my god.

It was him.

"Marnie, I'm so so so sorry."

I felt his grip around me.

The whole audience gasped.

Tears made their way down my face. What the hell... what the freakin hell...

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"Marnie we're ready for you now."
Cal marched back in, snapping me out of my daydream, ugh falling asleep for even five minutes before a show isn't good.
I had such bad timing.

Ok, Marnie let's do this.

The set was awesome. I didn't trip on anything, not on words or anything on stage.

The last song I had to dedicate to someone to help me forget about ... him.

I spotted a guy with short curly hair and shades on.
What was with the glasses dude? Like everything a darker shade of life?
I picked him anyways, because it would've taken another year to find someone else.

His name was Sam, and I suddenly felt a shock of de ja vu. I recognized this guy.

As I ended the song and lifted his arm, I knocked his shades off his face.
Crap.
I bent down to pick them up when my head collided with his as he lent down too.
I looked up.
His eyes, bright sparkling blue and a mole right on the bridge of his nose, he was beautiful.
Just not as beautiful as...

"It's ok. I can get another pair." He smiled crookedly at me, watching the fear and embarassment in my face drain every other emotion out of me.

"I'm so sorry, I'll pay you for them."
I stuttered.

He started to shake his head, but I insisted.

"No, meet me backstage and I'll give you the money. Tell them who you are and I'll come and see you."
I said firmly.
He didn't refuse.

As he wandered back into the crowd the audience cheered.

The last song went so well.
I was filled with an uncontrollable buzz and my heart just wouldn't stop fluttering, this guy... Sam.
Saved my ass today.
He just helped me relax and feel so incre...

"Miss Jonas, we have a 'Sam' waiting for you."

I jumped up, and jolted out to the door.

"Hey Sam, here." I produced a wad of cash.

"Really, they weren't that much, no need to pay."
I still held the money in my hand, insistant he took it.

He took one note out of my hand.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really." He replied playfully.

As I went with him on his way out, I joked.
"Study that money carefully, you never know what I'd done to it... could be fake."
What the hell, stop flirting like a schoolgirl Marnie.

He grinned and walked away with a short wave.

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Later that night I got four texts, one more than usual.

hey kid, hope you're doing good, your shows are getting rave reviews, keep it up chick.
Kev xx

thank you i think i'm starting fresh, nothing is gunna get me down,
MJ-xxx

The next text was from Joe, oh how I missed the boys terribly.

what's up pretty lady ? i've seen pictures from your shows... AMAZING.
you'll be a superstar in no time, not that you already aren't(: frankie misses you lots... love,
Joe x

thanks jooooseph(: i miss frankie too... i miss all of you. <3 MJ-xxx

The third, from Garbo.

hey dollface, you little rockstar you. have fun darlin, i've been listening to your tunes all day. G x

aww, i miss you loads. keep rockin' (: MJ -xxx

And lastly, the fourth from an unrecognized number.

hey marnie. it's me, sam... the one who's glasses you broke (: so you had a well thought-out plan there huh? digits on the bill, nice work. you wanna catch a movie sometime, something? eh, probably not even your number. sam x

My heart started to beat faster for some reason. This guy just had a spark, something that I've never felt before.

Ok, that's a lie.

I'm fed up with avoiding his name.

NICK.

Nicholas Jerry Jonas.

Thank god that's over with.

I felt that way with Nick all the time, every time he was close or I heard his name, a little fire flickered within me, I felt so warm and relaxed... I didn't think anyone could make me feel like that again.

Maybe it's just an excuse to get over him... yeah?

My mind went on a two-second rollercoaster before I replied.

i'd love to. i'll give you a call tomorrow, a movie sounds great. sorry about your shades...
MJ-xxx

I felt a tiny bit of the puzzle fix in my heart. I know nothing will probably come of it, but still. It was the first glimmer of hope I'd had since the break-up and I think I deserved to have a night out, or a date.

When Nick Jonas crushed me in the palm of his hand, all emotion I saw on his face was like he'd seen a toddler fall, and then he'd just watched them steady themselves, just a kinda 'oopsy daisy' look on his face.

Nick Jonas didn't give two flying fucks about me.

Marnie, what are you saying? You love him.

I loved him.

He loves you.

He loved me.

It's my turn to rebuild my life again, and I have every right to be happy.

Sam, listen up, you've got a lot to live up to.
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Nick:

It was everywhere. Front page of every magazine I picked up.

CYRUS HITS JONAS

MILEY MARNIE MASH-UP

JONAS K.O

MARNIE OUT COLD

JONAS IN JEPARDY

It was just too awful to think about.

Miley had always been extremely jealous of Marnie. When we were keeping it quiet for the first few years, the close friends of ours only knew about it, and of course as Marnie travelled around with us, it was the guys from Disney who saw her a lot.
When we had our cameo on Hannah Montana, Marnie watched the filming and I was expected her to be a little jealous when I said the ... line.
"Wow, you're pretty."
But afterwards she giggled and told me that she thought we were great. She also told Miley that she was an awesome actress, I loved that my girlfriend was so adorably sweet and genuine. There was never ever any bullshit with Marnie. What she said, she meant it.

But during the following days of filming, in-between takes we'd be hanging out together and I'd always be near Marnie. I'd have my arm wrapped around her or we'd be in very close contact at all times.
I noticed Miley giving Marnie nasty looks, or asking me unnecessary questions just before I was about to kiss her. Or diverting my attention to something else which was so incredibly unimportant. She just wanted my time and obviously liked me. Miley was a cool girl, but she just wasn't for me. And of course, all this attention-seeking was a big turn-off.
One time it was really pissing me off. After the last day of filming on set, when we wrapped up with the song on the beach we all went to a function room for a small wrap party and Marnie was unable to be there, she had to go back to see her older brother.

I'm not a full-on party type but I do try to loosen up when I can.
Miley was a social butterfly, flitting to everyone around the room and for a second I could see myself with her. Just for a second. Only one.
And then I realised, Marnie will always be the one for me. She's honest, understanding, loyal, passionate, caring, funny, helpful, determined and just lovely and wonderful in every way. My family loved her, and so did I.
Sure, she was stubborn, brutally honest at times, she was extremely confrontational and stuck up for us at any bad mouthing of the Jonas Brothers, even though I told her it was unnecessary she still told the haters where to go. She had a quick temper, she gets bossy when things need to be done. But through all of that...

Marnie Eloise Jonas was perfection in my eyes.

Miley came over to me and leant into me, whispering in my ear, "Hey Nick, wanna dance?"
I stuttered an "Urm..."
But she had already grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.
"C'mon Nick!"
She kept holding onto me, twirling me and moving me to the music.
I felt so uncomfortable.
"Miley, I can't dance I think I'm just going to..."
I started to utter the words out, but as I did so she slivered her body in dancing motions to the floor beside me and wriggled her way back up sliding her back onto my chest as she came up.
For all the love that is Mike, I wished I could have been invisible.
As she tried to lean backwards onto me, I started to walk away from the dance floor. No way was this happening.

As she realised that my body wasn't there to hold her, she turned, saw me and smirked.
She reached and grabbed my arm.

"Nick, come on."
Her tone voice was demanding, but had also a hint of desperation.

"No."
I said sternly, looking at her with disgust.

Her eyes became wider, her fingers spread open to pull me in again, but I moved backwards before she could wrap her scrawny hands around mine once more.

After that, I tried to steer clear of Miley. Completely.
Until we were asked to support her in her tour.

Marnie didn't care, I loved her for being so supportive and caring. We were just doing what we love, with someone we needed to be wary of.

It was like it was impossible to be rid of her, but we just had to grin and bear it for the sake of the tour going smoothly.

After that, assumptions rose in the media about me and Miley having a relationship. I knew it hurt Marnie to see all the magazine covers spread with hurtful rumours, and I was hurt too.
But Marnie was strong, never had a seen her cry.
Well, I have once or twice, but that was because of laughter.

Oh, how I miss her laughing. It differed from time to time, sometimes it was loud and staccato and other times it was a giggle under her breath, and sometimes just a silent laugh, where she threw her head back with chuckles but no sound came from her mouth.

As I shakily picked up the magazine, I opened the page to the headline story.

JONAS K.O.

Miley Cyrus crashed Demi Lovato's party on Friday when she full-pelt hit out at Marnie Jonas (ex-girlfriend of Nick Jonas).
Sources say Miley was escorted away from the venue whilst Marnie proceeded to recover fairly quickly from the blow and began to sob.

Witnesses at the party say Jonas was deeply upset and hurt by Miley's actions and had began to feel extremely sick soon after the incident. Jonas was comforted by her good friend Demi Lovato who's party she had been attending that night.

M.J (why do they call her that?) then cancelled her show on Saturday due to illness. There have been assumptions that she still needed to get over her ordeal and get herself together.
Her publicist and manager say she should be back on the road on Monday 1st August Madison Square Garden rocking out her new mini promotional tour before her debut album release.

Wow.

It just reminded me of some of Marnie's antics when we were out together.

One night I remember clearly.

Me, Marnie, Joe, Kevin and Danielle went out on the town.

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FLASHBACK

"These are good fries!"
Marnie exclaimed as she popped her last fry in her perfectly shaped lips.

"I agree."
Danielle nodded in agreement.

They had become such good friends. Like sisters almost, they told each other everything and it was nice to have three girls around the house instead of just one or two.

As we walked out of the restaurant we were sure we'd had enough, and started our walk home.

"Oh my god! Look!"
Marnie pointed into a bar where multi-coloured lights flashed continuously and loud pumping music boomed from within the dark club.

"What?"
Joe smiled down at her.

She shrugged.
"Nothing... just looked so cool."

We giggled with her.

"Well, we could go in couldn't we?"
Danielle piped up.

"What?"
Kevin rested his curly head on hers.

"We could take her in, have a bit of a dance yeah?"
Dani shook her hips and took a hold of Marnie's hand.

I myself, didn't know what to say.
Maybe it'd be good for me to experience it.
Loosen up... yeah?

TWO HOURS LATER.

Dani pulled back Marnie's hair as I rubbed small circles on her back as she threw up on the sidewalk just outside the club.

"Someone messed with her drink."
Joe stated solemnly.
"I think it was this really tall blonde dude, he kept looking at her and sat on the bar stool where her drink was when she went to the bathroom. I'm gunna kill that son-of-a-bitch."
Joe turned to go in and find the bastard, but we couldn't cause any trouble.
If our parents knew we'd been into the bar, and got Marnie sick!?
That'd be a long punishment ahead of us.

I gripped my other hand around Joe's arm.
"Joe. Don't. It's not worth it, we don't want to cause trouble, imagine if this got out!?"
His eyes filled up with fear, and then he nodded reluctantly.

Marnie heaved her last bit of illness onto ground and lifted her head up.

"You ok doll?"
Dani rubbed down her shoulders, concern flooding over her face.
Marnie scrunched up her own features and nodded and shook her head at the same time.
Her body wobbling around like jelly, she couldn't maintain her stance.
"I don't know what happened."
She blubbered out.
"I'm. So. Sorry."
I knew she was drunk. Some of it still locked in her system. She was never like this, and now she'd been corrupted, but it was still Marnie in there and I was going to protect her like jewels from now on. Not that I didn't already, she was my girl.

We stumbled home, I had given up on watching Marnie flit around aimlessly and picked her up like a child and began to carry her.

By the time we were home, she'd fallen asleep.

Kevin, Dani and Joe all gave her a peck on the forehead before heading off to their rooms.

I laid her down across our beds.
We shared a room with two separate beds but we put them together for two reasons.

1. It was taking up too much space.

& 2. Well, I wanted to be close to my beautiful girlfriend.

Her long brown locks floating on the white sheets, her short clean-white summer dress made her look like an angel. I was in heaven.

I moved her upwards and under the covers, and snuggled next to her, watching her sleep.

Her chest moved slowly up and down, and I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her small ear. I gently touched the upper cartilage of her ear where she had a piercing.
I leant forward and kissed her soft, pink lips.

She still smelt of alcohol but it still had an essence of her that I adored, so I kissed her once more.

Mumbling and wriggling slightly, her perfect round brown eyes flickered open.

"Nicholas." She breathed out deeply.

"Mmm?" I answered, laying my head next to hers.

"You just kissed a drunk girl." She said, a smile creeping into her face.

"I sure did." I grinned into her face as I leant into her, giving her a small peck on the cheek.
"I kissed a drunk girl.

"What would your parents say eh?" She giggled slightly.

"Don't care."
I said simply.
"You're mine."

I snaked my arm underneath her and wrapped my arm around her small waist.
She mumbled a slight laugh, and snuggled into me.

"And you're mine."
She whispered into my chest.

"Exactly." I hushed back and kissed her on the head and stroked her hair as she gently drifted off to sleep again.
I fell asleep soon after, soothing my precious girlfriend into a dream state.

It was this moment I decided, I had the sudden urge to always protect her, to make sure she never got hurt. I made myself a promise.

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But I broke that promise.

I am the cause of that, and I wasn't even around to help her pick up the pieces afterwards.

I was going to her concert on Monday.
I needed to hear her voice, I needed to see her.

The only problem was, is that she couldn't see me.
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Marnie:

The days that passed held some of the most painful feelings I've ever felt.
The heartrending songs that my ex-boyfriend sung through the tape were not only gorgeous, but they brought back too many memories.

It's been nearly a week.

Eight songs down. I have no idea how many to go.

Tomorrow was the fresh start of my very own mini-promotional-tour, an MPT. (That's what they call it.)

I'd got everything planned, but the only thing was, most of the songs I was going to perform, were about my relationship with Nick. The songs were inspired by him and his family and the experiences I've had with them.

But I guess they could be interpreted in any way they wanted to be. Most of them were pretty general.

Every time I'd turn on the TV flashes of images of the brothers would switch on. My eyes would well up instantly.

I loved them all.
Of course, Nick and I shared something that I cannot describe in words, the feelings that I felt towards him were too extreme to speak out about.
Apart from in my songs. It was just so easy, just came flowing instantaneously out of my mouth and music was made.

I sat down on my bed, reached for the play button on the cassette player and listened.

'This song, was when we first realised we were truly made for each other.'

I sucked in a breath. The chords began, and I drifted back to the scene when we made our true love vows.

'I hold you close,
You hold me tight,
This is for real,
The feelings right,

I've never spoken,
These words before,
Promise me baby,
You'll open the door,

I love you,
It's true,
I can't hide it anymore,
I love you,
I love the way you smile,
I love how you stuck around for a while,
I love it when you call my name,
Please tell baby,

That you feel the same,

You let me go,
I pull you back,
You're gravitational,
It's a fact,

I've never spoken,
These words before,
Promise me baby,
You'll open the door,

I love you,
It's true,
I can't hide it anymore,
I love you,
I love the way you smile,
I love how you stuck around for a while,
I love it when you call my name,
Please tell me baby,

That you feel the same...

I feel like we have something more,
Than a kiss, yeah,
I feel like we should set the score,
Like this,

I love you,
It's true,
I can't hide it anymore,
I love you,
I love the way you smile,
I love how you stuck around for a while,
I love it when you call my name,
Please tell me baby,
Tell me baby,

You feel the same.'

For the first time, I didn't cry at one of the songs.
I felt happy, because I remembered the feelings I had for him on that day.

Sure, I guess I'll never be able to experience them again, and I won't feel the warmth of his body ever again... nor will I know what it feels like to feel that loved.

But I had something else now.

Music.

I took the songs as inspiration, they helped me to define my sound, and create emotion in my songs, and no matter what comes my way now, I'll have the passion and drive to get me through it.

I'm done with crying.

And although, I'll always love Nick.

No matter what he's done to me.

He'll always be special to me, and I can never forget that.
Nor can I forget his amazing family, whom without I could have never rebuilt my life the way I have.

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Sunrise was truly the most beautiful natural thing I've ever seen.
Apart from Nick of course.

I'd come out onto the ocean front wearing one of Nick's navy hoodies and my denim shorts. I didn't have time to search for shoes, I was afraid I'd miss the view.

As I watched the sun streaks dance across the gentle waves I felt two arms wrap themselves around the front of my chest.

There was no question to who it was.

"Hey rockstar." I leant my head up and kissed his soft cheek.

He snuggled his head into the crook of my neck and kissed me tenderly.
I tingled, as usual.

"Why are you out here all on your lonesome hey?

"I wanted to see the sunrise."
I said simply, watching the horizon.

"Why didn't you come and get me?"
He asked, he didn't sound offended, just a little sad.

"Well, I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful. And anyways, you don't care about nature anyways! You hate going anywhere near the wilderness!"

I felt his smirk stretching across his face.

"True." He stated.

"But I'd of loved to of spent it with you."
His voice sounded so seductive, but he was such a romantic.

"As you say Nicholas, it's just the sun. I mean it's not our source of life or anything like that."

He laughed softly.
"Shut it you."
He tickled my sides playfully, and I wriggled in his grip.

"I'll prove to you I'm not scared of nature!"

He released his arms around me and took of his t-shirt.

"Hey, big shot Jonas! I never said you were scared. Keep your pride Nick you needn't do anything to prove to me you're a real man!"

I laughed as I watched him strip down to his boxers.

"Erm, Nicholas. Now's not the time to be a wild child. I think I see the paps on their bikes over that sandy hill!"
I giggled.

"Let them see! I, Nick Jonas is not scared of nature!"

And with that, my proud boyfriend jumped right into the freezing cold ocean.

"Oh shit." I stated humorously as I watched his head pop up victoriously from the waves he had just created.

"Help me! I forgot, I can't swim!"
Oh no you don't Jonas.

"Please won't someone save me!?"
As he flailed around in the water, I couldn't help but laugh.

"You're ridiculous Jonas!" I squealed.

I took off the hoodie, and realised I was wearing a thin yellow vest-top.
What the hell.

I ran into the waves and jumped into the ocean as if it was my long lost friend.

I felt Nick's arms lift me in the water, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him and we floated there, embracing as we dipped up and down with the current.

"Do you know what?"
Nick hushed quietly.

"First of all Nick. No one else is around to hear us. And, what is it you crazy boy?"

"Ok then." He stated in a louder voice.
But nothing could of prepared me for what was coming next.

"MARNIE ELOISE JONAS! I LOVE YOU!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, he made my whole body vibrate and tingle with excitement.

"Nick!" I half squealed-screeched.

"What?" He grinned that adorable open-mouthed grin and I melted.

My voice toned right down, it was tender soft, and what I was about to say I couldn't of meant more.

"I love you too."

We both smiled at each other, and I pressed myself forwards and we kissed.
Soft, tender, meaningful kisses that I would of exchanged the world for.

"Marnie."

Nick breathed out as our lips came apart from each other's.

"There's no one else I'd rather be with than you. You mean the world to me, you mean everything, and I'm so lucky to have you. There is no one else you compare to..."

I stared at him.

"I'd rather be with you."

My mouth crept into a big grin, my head fell onto his shoulder and I flicked my head back to look at this casanova right in the eye.

"You have no idea how much you mean to me, without you... I'd be nothing. I'd lose everything."
My forehead fell gently against his, tears starting to sting my eyes as the salty ocean water began to grow with strength.

"No Marnie. Without you, I'd be lost. I promise you baby, I'll never leave you, ever. You will always mean the world to me, no matter what."

I breathed out in awe.

"No matter what?"

"No matter what."
He replied simply, and kissed my hairline.

"Come on you little water baby, I think it's time we got out of here."
I giggled and he kissed my cheek.

He carried me out of the water and dropped me down onto the sand carefully when we reached the water's edge.

We were soaking wet, no surprise really, what did I expect after being in the ocean?

He picked up his clothes and dried himself quickly, he was still dripping.

He then picked up his hoodie that I'd thrown onto the sand and wrapped it around me.

"Why do you insist on wearing my clothes? I'm not saying you don't look good, because well you always look good but... they are always miles too big for you!"

I looked down at his attire on my body.

"I don't care. And anyways they're most comfortable."
I said beaming up playfully at him.

"Oh really? Comfortable you say?"
He smiled at me.

All of a sudden he picked me up with such force I let out a small stifled scream and held underneath the tops of my thighs and pecked my chin as I was above his level for once.

He proceeded to tickle me all the way back up to our apartment. I couldn't do anything, I was trapped in the arms of a Jonas.

A Jonas in a Jonas, who'd of thought it?

Hey, none of your innuendos' ok?

Joe watched us stumble in as Nick threw me onto the sofa.

"Where have you two rascals been then?"
He said in a sing-song voice.

"Nowhere. Just to the moon and back."
Nick's smile gleamed over on me, and it really was out of this world.

Joe ruffled my damp hair.

"Hmm, if I didn't know any better I'd say you'd been swimming."
Joe bantered.

"Well, swimming isn't really the word."
Nick laughed.

"Yeah, Nick can't really swim can he?"
Joe chuckled.

"Wait, Nick. You really can't swim?"
I smiled, and I knew his and his brother's grin meant torture for me.

I was suddenly attacked by two Jonas' and I was unable to stop my self from laughing.

Frankie wandered in from his bedroom.

"Frankie. Back off!" I half-yelled at him as he came closer.

"This is too good to pass, the million times you get me!"
Frankie lunged forward and joined his brothers.

This went on for about... ten minutes?

We all ended up on a laughing heap on the floor.

Joe got a hold of Frankie's hand and they went into the kitchen for some breakfast.

Nick rolled over so we were facing each other.

"I'm so glad you're in this family. We all love you, you know."
Nick placed a small kiss on the end of my nose.

"I love them all too."
I smiled.

He stroked my hair.
"Want some breakfast?" He questioned me.

"I'm so glad you asked! I'm starving!"
We giggled and went to eat the most satisfying breakfast I'd had in a long time.

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The audience loved my set.

They love the songs.

And, oddly, and weirdly enough. I think they may love me?

Not only girls were in the crowd but guys too, which I appreciated alot because most of my stuff is real gushy and heartfelt.

But hey, I can't complain!

It was a wondrous night, simply the best time I'm had in so long.

"Marnie! You rocked it chick!"

Demi came along to see my first show.
Yes, the Demi Lovato.

She pulled me into a hug.

"Thanks Dem!" I smiled at her.

"So, how're you doing?"

"Oh I'm fine, and this show has certainly set me straight again."

"Good for you girl. Hey, wanna come to my party tonight, it's in about an hour, but you look gorgeous anyway! Meet you here?"
She handed me a slip of paper.

"Sure." I grinned.

Life was just getting better and better, like I said, sewing itself together again so fast, I must be better at knitting than I thought!

I got in my bus, and instructed Dave (my driver) to the location.
When I opened the door paparazzi cameras flashed rapidly into my eyes, I held my hand up and walked into the doors.

Everything looked so familiar, but I was sure I'd never been here before.

I spotted Demi.

"Hey, hey Miss Lovato, you look great!" I grinned and hugged her excitedly.

"Likewise babe." And she grinned her beautiful signature smile.

All of a sudden I felt I hard hit against my head.

And before I could take it the pain, I was on the floor.

I stared up, everything seemed to be spinning. My vision blurry and out of focus.

"What the hell did you do to Nick you nasty little bitch!"

I recognized that voice anywhere.
The southern twang, the gorgeous brown hair flowing from her head. The attire nowhere near suitable for someone her age.

Miley Fucking Cyrus.
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Lianna:

"Look at the fish, if you poke the... the glass they go round... move."

Everyone's drunken state was rubbing off on me, I'd only had three bottles and I'd already fallen through the trampoline springs, nearly made out with a friend's brother after knowing him five minutes, smacked someone in the face, spun the bottle and ending up kissing countless people, danced like a fool, and now, I was poking the glass on the fish tank.

Lucy joined me distressing the fish, and I then went to the toilet for about the tenth time tonight.
It was already morning really.

2:23AM.

Everyone was still going strong, it was getting freezing cold as the wind whipped through the open door where every once in a while someone would step out to talk with each other.

"Close the fucking door!"
I screamed as I slammed it shut.

Suddenly a figure stood in front of me. I was sat down on the floor beside some friends but I can't recall who.

"Hey." I said, when I hadn't even met the person's eyes yet.

"Hey, you ok?"
He had curly brown hair and dazzling brown eyes.

"Yeah." My head swayed limply in a sort-of nodding motion.
I recognized him, but there's no way I've met him before.

I pointed my finger up at him,
"Are you from ... America?" My words stuttered out.

"Yeah." He smiled, his teeth glinted in the bright light above us.

"Cool." I nodded, and gave a thumbs up and ran into the kitchen to find my play-mate Charles.

He was sat on a stool,
"Li!"
His fingers reached out spreading themselves back and forth, I wandered over to him and fell in his grip as he turned me around so I was sat on his lap.
His snuggled his head into the crook of my neck,
"You're a bit out of it aren't you?"

I faked a gasp.
"No! I'm fine, I'm completely...sober."

"Yeah right Croft." Toby mocked from across the room.

"You can't talk, your so off your face you couldn't even remember whether you kissed Gemma or not!"

His face was a picture.

"Oh yeah, I went there!" I laughed as I swayed back into Charles' grip.

He was just under two years younger than me, but he acted so much older.
He looked older two, everyone needed someone like him in their life.
Cute, straight and totally uninterested in me whatsoever.

He was so caring, sweet and adorably lovely in every way.
And I'd given him his first drink tonight. Which him and myself enjoyed a lot.

Everyone after that was a bit of a blur.

I was just talking and complaining about the cold and then I ended up on the sofa and this is where I remember everything.

I'd ended up spread on the edge of the sofa, while my American acquaintance whom I'd met earlier, was sat with my legs over him as I sobbed.

"I'm so sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

This conversation went backward and forward for about five minutes.

"I regret so many things, I'm just so horrible sometimes... I don't want to grow up and be nasty. I'm a bad person."
My voice stuttered and bubbled as I spoke.

"It's ok, you're not a bad person."
His voice was foreign to me, but somewhat soothing.
Ugh, why did I have to make this impression?
An emotional drunken wreck?

His fingers slid through my hair and he began to stroke my forehead and trace the shape of my eyebrows.

I was so comfortable, he made me feel so relaxed. Nevertheless I was still crying, his thumb wiped away the tear from the corner of my eye and he played with my fingers and still calmly moved his fingers along the top of my head.

"We all have regrets. But I believe regrets are mistakes you don't learn from. From what I can see, you'll learn from everything you do. Look at you now. If you're telling me this it shows you care. And I have no idea who you are or what our name is, I don't know anything about you. But I can tell you're an amazing person. Don't forget that."

His fingers moved up and down the line of my body. Making me tingle all over.

"What's your name?" I whispered through my last pathetic sobs.

"Nick, what's yours?" He hushed back.

"I'm Lianna. But everyone calls me Li or Lia."
Like he need to know that!? I was just babbling.

"It's really cold." I said simply.

"Yeah." He answered.

Together we slumped down onto the floor, I reached for my flowery sleeping bag.
He reached out onto the sofa and brought down a pillow.

"Here." He put the pillow under my head. He turned his body away from me, and curled up.

Quietly, I unzipped the sleeping bad so it was now a duvet and I whipped it into the air and it rested perfectly over Nick and I.

He turned back around.
"You don't have to, it's your sleeping bag, I should have brought something."

"No, no." I mumbled, I was still drunk but I assure you, I was sobering up.

He turned back around once more snuggling closer now we were under the same blanket.

His body felt hot next to mine, his muscles bulged out of his woollen jumper and t-shirt.

Abruptly, the next two hours that came were full of on and off cold unbroken sleep.

Tom, Alex and Rachel were still pissing about and as we watched two films on the run, 'Role Models' & 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall', Nick had leaned on his back, his hands behind his head, and that was invitation enough for me to snuggle into his chest. He didn't seem to mind. At one point one arms came down to hold my hand that rested on his heavily breathing torso.

At seven in the morning, everyone had finally started to go to sleep. Whilst in those hours Tom had ran out of the house and gone down the road after attempting to take some alcohol from the family's wine rack, Jodie had gotten hysterical over knocking over a cactus, Harriet gave us all a scare when we got so worried about her because of her diabetes, which I found out that my new friend Nick had as well and comforted her about it.

My feet were so cold. Suddenly, my arm reached over his shoulder and it hung over his side. He groaned slightly, then grabbed my hand and held it tight.

We then fell asleep. Together.
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In the morning reality had snapped back in.

I realised exactly who I'd fallen asleep with.

His older brother knocked at the door at 9AM sharp.

No one else seemed to hear it.

I stumbled out of Nick's grip and made my way to the door. I looked at state. My dark eye make up was smudged half-way down my face from crying, and my hair all over the place like I'd been sitting on an electric fence for an hour.
I'd changed into my overly-sized Giorgio Armani navy tee, and my pink chick covered fleecy pyjama bottoms.

I didn't know if her parents would approve of me answering the door at this time, especially since it wasn't my house but whatever.

I opened the door, and my eyes flickered for a few moments.

A wide smile greeted me, along with a dark head of hair and the same eyes I'd been looking at hours ago.

"Hey sweetie. Can you get Nick? We have to go really soon."

I rubbed my eyes.

I looked over at the huge bus that was pulled up on the gravel.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

The Jonas Brother's design was printed on the side of the car, and my eyes switched back to the one who was standing in front of me.

"Erm, yeah. Sure." My voice slurred, but the only excuse I could now give was that I was in awe. Starstruck.

The Jonas Brothers were outside.

And I'd just slept with one of them.

Not like that yeah?

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"I can't believe you remember it so well."
Joe smiled at me as the whole Jonas clan looked at me in awe as I told the story how Nick and I met.

Ok, so I didn't go into every detail. I certainly didn't tell them I was off my face.
Just slightly hyper...

As I sat on my fiancé, I looked down at the ring on my finger, it was beautiful.

I leant back and kissed him on the cheek. He returned and wrapped his arms around my body.

My life was bliss.

I had my family, the Jonas family, my friends, and my wonderful groom-to-be.

"I remember it too well." Nick whispered in my ear.
I smiled as my body creased up into his.

The night he propose to me, felt like the night we met.

We snuggled together, breathing in-sync.

I was now twenty one and Nick was nearly twenty three.

We gripped each others hands and sighed in unison.

Nick kissed my lips softly and then sent me off into my lullabyes with a final goodnight. Then he whispered gently, barely audible.

"Who knew a love like this could of started at a drunken Halloween party?"
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