The door busted down. Policemen began to fill the room. I was saved. No one could hurt me.
The police told me to stay quiet while they hid behind doors, waiting for the stranger to come back. 10 minutes later he walked through the door with a wide-eyed expression. Then started running. From the glance I saw of him he had greasy dark hair, he was very pale, and thin. He looked strong though. The cops caught up to him and arrested him. I followed a policeman to his car. Leaning against the car was Nick. A smile appeared on my face and I began running towards him. He smiled a smile a relief. He caught me in his arms. Spun me around and kissed me a million times. I looked down at him, me still in his arms and legs wrapped around him.
“I should go missing more often.” I said with a smile.
“I think not.” nick said. He chuckled and put me down and took my hand.
We walked for his car. I went to the police station to answer and questions and all that jazz. When we were finished we left for my house. I walked through the door and was attacked my both the Jonas family and my own. I answered there many questions and went to the kitchen for food. Nick followed and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. He followed me as I walked to the fridge. I opened an found all my favorite foods. I gasped and nick chuckled. Could anything get worse.? Nick let go of me and walked into the other room. I ate. And ate. I was starving.
I walked into the other room and everyone was watching the news.
“Look Jessie! Your on tv!” Cristie said.
Everyone stared at the screen and listened to the story. At the end it showed me and Nick.
“Nick! That’s you!” Joe and Frankie said. Everyone chuckled.
Once the story was over we all had dessert. It was around 11 when we all finished. Frankie and Cristie were passed out on the couch. The Jonas’s left then left. Tomorrow I had school. Great.
I went right upstairs after they had left. I took a shower and jumped into bed.
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6:00 the next morning, Monday.
I got up and put my uniform on. I put makeup on and kept my hair down. Today was going to be long. Everyone knew my story. It was on the news! I was going to get more attention then I wanted. By the time that I had walked through the door, I was attacked by people and there hugs. Asking questions and making comments. The last person to hug me held me the longest. Nicks strong arms made me feel safe. Like there was nothing to be scared of. We walked to class and began our day.
At lunch me, Nick, Joe, and Ashley at our own table. Lauren kept giving Ash nasty looks but whatever. The day wasn’t going as bad as I planned. The teachers treated me the same. Which was good. I hate special treatment. At 3 I waited outside my car waiting for my passengers. Nick was the first to arrive. Followed by Frankie and Cristie. The Lauren. Lastly Joe and Ash. Nick took shotgun. And everyone else piled in the back. We drove back to the Jonas’ house today by request of Nick. We did our homework with our boyfriends/ friends. ( Friends = Frankie and Cristie. Then Lauren… who shortly walked home after finishing her homework.) Me and Nick laid on his bed trying to focus on doing homework. After we finally finished our homework nick took out his 2 guitars. He handed me one and sheet music. He started.
We didn’t really write anything. Just kinda goofed off. I decided to take the lead then. I started doing my own interpretation of Don’t Stop Believing. Nick caught my drift and started in with me.
Just a small town girl,
Livin' in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train going anywhere.
Just a city boy,
Born n' raised in south Detroit.
He took the midnight train going anywhere.
A singer in a smokey room,
The smell of wine and cheap perfume;
For a smile, they can share the night,
It go's on and on and on and on.
Strangers, waiting,
Up and down the boulevard.
Their shadows searching in the night.
Streetlight, people,
Livin' just to find emotion,
Hidin' somewhere in the night...
Workin' hard to get my fill.
Everybody wants a thrill,
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time...
Some will win, some will lose.
Some are born to sing the blues.
Oh, the movie never ends;
It go's on and on and on and on.
Strangers, waiting,
Up and down the boulevard.
Their shadows searching in the night.
Streetlight, people,
Livin' just to find emotion,
Hidin' somewhere in the night...
Don't stop believein'.
Hold on to that feelin'.
Streetlight, people...
Don't stop believin'.
Hold on.
Streetlight, people...
Don't stop believin'.
Hold on to that feelin'.
Streetlight, people...
We started laughing. He was perfected. And I was positive this was going to work.
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