6/11/08
6/10/08
Chapter 6: I Am Speechless
As soon as we all got into the stage room Nick, Joe, and Kevin were whisked away for their clothing and makeup as usual, leaving me and Robin alone to talk. We went into a small dressing room behind the stage no one was using. When we got in there we sat on a little couch. Should I be alone with this guy I just met?
"Ive, do you like me?", Rob asked me.
"I suppose.", I said feeling quite uncomfortable.
"I really like you too.", he said getting close to me.
Wait I never said I really liked you, where is Nick when you need him.
"I have got to go.", I said attempting to get up, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me down.
You may ask why did I not just run, but this guy was huge. He had to be at least, wait I don't even know how old he is. What is his last name? Where is Nick?
"Let's just talk.", he said pulling me close.
"No, the concert is going to-", I stopped because he pulled me really close and kissed me.
I tried to push away, but I just couldn't. I managed to scream help, and less then three seconds Joe burst through the door.
"What are you doing?", Joe screams riping Rob off of me.
I ran out of the room to find Nick, but ever so much I wish I hadn't. I heard the corner and could hear Nick talking on the phone. I could only hear his side of the story, but I knew who he was talking to.
"I told her, I know you don't want me around her."
"Yes, I know."
"I have to go do my concert."
"I love you too."
"I will tell her she can't go on the Burning Up tour today I promise."
"Bye.", then he hung up.
I was in tears as he came around the corner.
"Did you hear that?", Nick said giving me a hug.
"Yes, I did.", pulling away and pushing him.
"I didn't mean it."
"Yes you did, why do you care more about her than me? Am I not your best friend any more?", I said now tears were flowing down my face.
"No."
"Well, I will get on a plane tomorrow to leave, you won't have to worry."
"But, you will not be here for your birthday."
"Good.", I screamed as I ran to the bus.
When I got to the bus I ran into Nick's room I really did not care about that stupid concert. I had just been crushed. How could he do that to me. I read the french newspaper and fell asleep.
"Ivory.", said a familiar voice.
"You have to perk up, that boy loves you.", said my father standing right in front of me.
"But, he is not my friend any more.", I said in total shock.
"He will realize who he loves one day, don't push him."
"O.k. I won't daddy.", I said trying to give him a hug, but he was gone.
"Ive, Ive, Ive.", said Kevin shacking me to wake up.
"I am sorry I will leave.", I said standing up.
"No, don't you can stay in here."
I looked at the clock it was 11:30, just about when the concerts usually let out. I really wanted to talk to Nick, but decided to talk to Kevin.
"Kev, I think I am going to go home.", I said while starting to sit up.
"Really, but your birthday, what is bothering you?"
"Well, Nick doesn't want to be around me anymore.", I said tearing up.
"Oh, I am sure he does."
"No he doesn't."
"Here let me show you something", he said heading for Nick's bag.
"What?"
"Here.", he said handing me a scrap book much like mine.
I began to flip through the pages. It was all me and Nick or just me. Then in the back I saw the pictures I sent Nick when he was on the Prom tour, and the lyrics to Hello Beautiful beside them. I started to cry as I flipped through some more. There was the note that I wrote to him that told him how much I loved him. Just then someone walked into the room I looked up and it was Nick. He looked at me and as soon as he realized what was in my hands he ran over and grabbed it.
"Get out of my stuff!", he yelled as he slammed it shut.
"Nick.", me and Kevin said in unison.
"No!", Nick said starting to rip up the first few pages.
"Nick!", said Kevin trying to rip it from his hands.
The next this that happened was shocking, I was speechless, right there in front of my eyes the one who I knew I loved passes out. Kevin yelled for his mom, and both his mother and father came running in. I sat on the bed and couldn't believe my eyes they checked his pulse, then I could here sirens. They carried him out of the room leaving me in the dark.
"Ive, do you like me?", Rob asked me.
"I suppose.", I said feeling quite uncomfortable.
"I really like you too.", he said getting close to me.
Wait I never said I really liked you, where is Nick when you need him.
"I have got to go.", I said attempting to get up, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me down.
You may ask why did I not just run, but this guy was huge. He had to be at least, wait I don't even know how old he is. What is his last name? Where is Nick?
"Let's just talk.", he said pulling me close.
"No, the concert is going to-", I stopped because he pulled me really close and kissed me.
I tried to push away, but I just couldn't. I managed to scream help, and less then three seconds Joe burst through the door.
"What are you doing?", Joe screams riping Rob off of me.
I ran out of the room to find Nick, but ever so much I wish I hadn't. I heard the corner and could hear Nick talking on the phone. I could only hear his side of the story, but I knew who he was talking to.
"I told her, I know you don't want me around her."
"Yes, I know."
"I have to go do my concert."
"I love you too."
"I will tell her she can't go on the Burning Up tour today I promise."
"Bye.", then he hung up.
I was in tears as he came around the corner.
"Did you hear that?", Nick said giving me a hug.
"Yes, I did.", pulling away and pushing him.
"I didn't mean it."
"Yes you did, why do you care more about her than me? Am I not your best friend any more?", I said now tears were flowing down my face.
"No."
"Well, I will get on a plane tomorrow to leave, you won't have to worry."
"But, you will not be here for your birthday."
"Good.", I screamed as I ran to the bus.
When I got to the bus I ran into Nick's room I really did not care about that stupid concert. I had just been crushed. How could he do that to me. I read the french newspaper and fell asleep.
"Ivory.", said a familiar voice.
"You have to perk up, that boy loves you.", said my father standing right in front of me.
"But, he is not my friend any more.", I said in total shock.
"He will realize who he loves one day, don't push him."
"O.k. I won't daddy.", I said trying to give him a hug, but he was gone.
"Ive, Ive, Ive.", said Kevin shacking me to wake up.
"I am sorry I will leave.", I said standing up.
"No, don't you can stay in here."
I looked at the clock it was 11:30, just about when the concerts usually let out. I really wanted to talk to Nick, but decided to talk to Kevin.
"Kev, I think I am going to go home.", I said while starting to sit up.
"Really, but your birthday, what is bothering you?"
"Well, Nick doesn't want to be around me anymore.", I said tearing up.
"Oh, I am sure he does."
"No he doesn't."
"Here let me show you something", he said heading for Nick's bag.
"What?"
"Here.", he said handing me a scrap book much like mine.
I began to flip through the pages. It was all me and Nick or just me. Then in the back I saw the pictures I sent Nick when he was on the Prom tour, and the lyrics to Hello Beautiful beside them. I started to cry as I flipped through some more. There was the note that I wrote to him that told him how much I loved him. Just then someone walked into the room I looked up and it was Nick. He looked at me and as soon as he realized what was in my hands he ran over and grabbed it.
"Get out of my stuff!", he yelled as he slammed it shut.
"Nick.", me and Kevin said in unison.
"No!", Nick said starting to rip up the first few pages.
"Nick!", said Kevin trying to rip it from his hands.
The next this that happened was shocking, I was speechless, right there in front of my eyes the one who I knew I loved passes out. Kevin yelled for his mom, and both his mother and father came running in. I sat on the bed and couldn't believe my eyes they checked his pulse, then I could here sirens. They carried him out of the room leaving me in the dark.
Chapter 5: Some Things Never Change
When I got into my bus (that I shared with Frankie, I babysat him sorta),I was extremely hungry, I hadn't eaten since breakfast because I ran from lunch. I had to be at the concert at 5:30, it started at 7 and it was 4:45. So, I decided to get a quick bowl of cereal and then changed quickly. I grabbed my purse and ran to the bus we were taking to the concert. We don't take all three buses, it takes a lot of gas. I got halfway across the parking lot and then a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks.
"Robin?", I asked totally surprised.
"Yeah, I told my dad I wanted to go to Paris. He was totally up to it.", he said reaching to give me a hug.
"That is cool, but I have to the concert. You could come if you are allowed.", I asked hoping he would say yes.
"Sure let me tell my dad.", he said running to a navy blue car in the airport parking lot.
How he found me I have no idea, maybe I am being stalked. Oh well, he is so nice and not to mention cute.
"Yeah, I can", he said out of breath from running back to me.
"Let's go get into the bus.", I said running or the bus that had just started up.
"Whoa, that is a lot of running, I am going to pass out.", said Robin as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler.
"You have asthma?"
"Yes, so did my mom."
"Did?", I asked wishing I hadn't.
"She died a couple years ago."
"Oh.", I said so sorry I asked that. Should I tell him about my dad. It depends how his mom died I might tell him later.
When we got on the bus Nick came over to me and told me to follow him to his room. I told Robin to talk to Joe or something. When we got to Nick's room, that he shared with Kevin and Joe, he seemed mad.
"How did that guy get here?", he asked starring me down.
"I told him where we would be.", I said knowing I didn't tell him what airport we would be at.
"Oh, but you just met him. Where does he even live?"
"Utah."
"Oh, o.k. then."
"Don't let him hurt you or I will have to pound him.", said Nick jokingly.
"I won't, no guy could hurt me.", I said.
That was such a lie. The only guy I was vulnerable to in this point of my life was Nick. He could tell me anything and I would believe it, but Nick didn't use that to his advantage. That is one of the reasons he is my best friend.
"I care for you.", he said giving me a hug.
"I know.", I said heading for the door.
On the way to the concert I really didn't talk to anyone. Robin was talking to Kevin and Joe, Nick was playing pictionary with Frankie, and everyone else was in either the front of the bus or in the van that the equipment is being dropped off with. This gave me time to have a daydream with out missing anything. I decided to think of when I had my first boyfriend in the fourth grade. It was the kind of boyfriend you play with at recess and sit with at the lunch table.
"I really like you Ivy.", said the young boy who I forget his name.
"It is Ivory not Ivy.", I said kind of mad.
"Well, I still like you."
"Then you would not have told Mitchie that you like her.", I said crying.
Then Nick comes up, 3rd and 4th grade were combined, and started to defend me.
"Back off slime ball, she is my girlfriend.", said a young Nick.
"I am?", I said very confused.
"She doesn't even like you, you are ugly.", said that boy.
"Nick is not ugly, he is my best friend and no one can compare to him.", I said kicking sand in the boys face.
"Come on.", Nick said seeing the teacher coming over he grabbed my hand and we ran.
I remember that we ran and ran, when ran through the hole in the fence and into the woods. I remember Nick was crying because he didn't want my mom to be mad at me. When the principal found us he took us to his office and called our parents, well, my parent and his mom and dad.
"We are going to die.", he turns to me and said.
"No we are not, I will tell them that you were just helping me.", I said as our parents came into the room.
They took us out to the car telling us we were sent home for running off the property. I didn't get in trouble, my mom was nice like that, but I never found out if Nick did. The next day I gave Nick a note that told hi how much I loved him for helping me and always being my friend. I wonder if he still has that note? I would like to read it.
Just then the bus stopped and Rob grabbed my hand.
"We are here.", he told me helping me up.
"Wow, already?", I said stretching my arms out.
"Yeah.", Nick said coming up behind me.
"Wow, this is beautiful.", I said stepping out of the bus.
"Yeah.", said Robin putting his arm around me.
Just then Nick tripped and dropped his pop. I ran over and helped him leaving Robin there watching.
"Are you o.k?", I asked helping Nick up.
"Yeah.", he said brushing his pants off.
"Good"
"You are always there for me.", he said looking into my eyes.
"You are always there for me, I am just returning the favor.", I said as Robin grabbed my hand and we walked to the car that would drive us to the stage.
Nick was always there for me wasn't he, I am so lucky to have a friend like him. I wish I could tell him what I think I feel for him, but I have Robin, and he would never feel the same way. We are just friends and that is all it will ever be
"Robin?", I asked totally surprised.
"Yeah, I told my dad I wanted to go to Paris. He was totally up to it.", he said reaching to give me a hug.
"That is cool, but I have to the concert. You could come if you are allowed.", I asked hoping he would say yes.
"Sure let me tell my dad.", he said running to a navy blue car in the airport parking lot.
How he found me I have no idea, maybe I am being stalked. Oh well, he is so nice and not to mention cute.
"Yeah, I can", he said out of breath from running back to me.
"Let's go get into the bus.", I said running or the bus that had just started up.
"Whoa, that is a lot of running, I am going to pass out.", said Robin as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler.
"You have asthma?"
"Yes, so did my mom."
"Did?", I asked wishing I hadn't.
"She died a couple years ago."
"Oh.", I said so sorry I asked that. Should I tell him about my dad. It depends how his mom died I might tell him later.
When we got on the bus Nick came over to me and told me to follow him to his room. I told Robin to talk to Joe or something. When we got to Nick's room, that he shared with Kevin and Joe, he seemed mad.
"How did that guy get here?", he asked starring me down.
"I told him where we would be.", I said knowing I didn't tell him what airport we would be at.
"Oh, but you just met him. Where does he even live?"
"Utah."
"Oh, o.k. then."
"Don't let him hurt you or I will have to pound him.", said Nick jokingly.
"I won't, no guy could hurt me.", I said.
That was such a lie. The only guy I was vulnerable to in this point of my life was Nick. He could tell me anything and I would believe it, but Nick didn't use that to his advantage. That is one of the reasons he is my best friend.
"I care for you.", he said giving me a hug.
"I know.", I said heading for the door.
On the way to the concert I really didn't talk to anyone. Robin was talking to Kevin and Joe, Nick was playing pictionary with Frankie, and everyone else was in either the front of the bus or in the van that the equipment is being dropped off with. This gave me time to have a daydream with out missing anything. I decided to think of when I had my first boyfriend in the fourth grade. It was the kind of boyfriend you play with at recess and sit with at the lunch table.
"I really like you Ivy.", said the young boy who I forget his name.
"It is Ivory not Ivy.", I said kind of mad.
"Well, I still like you."
"Then you would not have told Mitchie that you like her.", I said crying.
Then Nick comes up, 3rd and 4th grade were combined, and started to defend me.
"Back off slime ball, she is my girlfriend.", said a young Nick.
"I am?", I said very confused.
"She doesn't even like you, you are ugly.", said that boy.
"Nick is not ugly, he is my best friend and no one can compare to him.", I said kicking sand in the boys face.
"Come on.", Nick said seeing the teacher coming over he grabbed my hand and we ran.
I remember that we ran and ran, when ran through the hole in the fence and into the woods. I remember Nick was crying because he didn't want my mom to be mad at me. When the principal found us he took us to his office and called our parents, well, my parent and his mom and dad.
"We are going to die.", he turns to me and said.
"No we are not, I will tell them that you were just helping me.", I said as our parents came into the room.
They took us out to the car telling us we were sent home for running off the property. I didn't get in trouble, my mom was nice like that, but I never found out if Nick did. The next day I gave Nick a note that told hi how much I loved him for helping me and always being my friend. I wonder if he still has that note? I would like to read it.
Just then the bus stopped and Rob grabbed my hand.
"We are here.", he told me helping me up.
"Wow, already?", I said stretching my arms out.
"Yeah.", Nick said coming up behind me.
"Wow, this is beautiful.", I said stepping out of the bus.
"Yeah.", said Robin putting his arm around me.
Just then Nick tripped and dropped his pop. I ran over and helped him leaving Robin there watching.
"Are you o.k?", I asked helping Nick up.
"Yeah.", he said brushing his pants off.
"Good"
"You are always there for me.", he said looking into my eyes.
"You are always there for me, I am just returning the favor.", I said as Robin grabbed my hand and we walked to the car that would drive us to the stage.
Nick was always there for me wasn't he, I am so lucky to have a friend like him. I wish I could tell him what I think I feel for him, but I have Robin, and he would never feel the same way. We are just friends and that is all it will ever be
6/8/08
Chapter 4: I Always Run Away From My Problems
After sound check me and Nick went out to eat, he said he wanted to talk to me. I gladly went I loved to spend time with Nick, he was my best friend.
When we got to the restaurant he pulled out my chair like a wonderful gentleman, I liked him more and more everyday. After spending 20 minutes trying to make out the menu with the little French I know, I just asked the guy next to us what he thought I should get.
"Ive, I have to tell you something.", he sounded worried.
"Yes?", I asked hesitant to know the answer.
"I... uh..."
"Spit it out Nick.", I said growing impatient.
"I have a new girlfriend, and she... uh... does not like us hanging around.", he said, and I couldn't believe my ears.
"Why would she not want us to hang out?"
"She thinks we are to close."
"We are best friends! DUH, We are close.", I said as I stood up.
"Wait."
"No, if you can't be with me bye.", I said throwing my napkin down.
When I got to the tour bus, we were staying in the bus now, I was in tears. I ran in to see Kevin he always cheers me up.
"What is wrong Ive?", he asked me.
"Nick, Nick, Nick,", I said babbling on.
"Nick what?"
"He hates me."
"I doubt that."
"Then why would he pick some girl over our friendship?"
"What?"
"He is going to pick some girl over our life long friendship."
"He will realize he is a-", then Nick came through the door.
"I was yelling for you to stop and wait for me.", Nick said out of breath.
"No.", I said as I covered my ears.
"What did you say to her?", asked Kevin.
"I told her my new girlfriend does not like us hanging around, but she did not let me finish.", said Nick with anger in his voice.
"Nick", I said.
"Yes?", Nick said.
"You can finish.", said Kevin taking the words out of my mouth.
"I was going to ask you how I could tell her I was dumping her in the nicest way.", Nick said.
"Oh, really?", I asked.
"Yes.", Nick said while giving me a hug.
"I am going to go now.", I said completely embarrassed.
Why did I get all worked up about Nick's girlfriend? Maybe I think of Nick and me as more than 'just friends'. Oh well, I have to text Robin.
When we got to the restaurant he pulled out my chair like a wonderful gentleman, I liked him more and more everyday. After spending 20 minutes trying to make out the menu with the little French I know, I just asked the guy next to us what he thought I should get.
"Ive, I have to tell you something.", he sounded worried.
"Yes?", I asked hesitant to know the answer.
"I... uh..."
"Spit it out Nick.", I said growing impatient.
"I have a new girlfriend, and she... uh... does not like us hanging around.", he said, and I couldn't believe my ears.
"Why would she not want us to hang out?"
"She thinks we are to close."
"We are best friends! DUH, We are close.", I said as I stood up.
"Wait."
"No, if you can't be with me bye.", I said throwing my napkin down.
When I got to the tour bus, we were staying in the bus now, I was in tears. I ran in to see Kevin he always cheers me up.
"What is wrong Ive?", he asked me.
"Nick, Nick, Nick,", I said babbling on.
"Nick what?"
"He hates me."
"I doubt that."
"Then why would he pick some girl over our friendship?"
"What?"
"He is going to pick some girl over our life long friendship."
"He will realize he is a-", then Nick came through the door.
"I was yelling for you to stop and wait for me.", Nick said out of breath.
"No.", I said as I covered my ears.
"What did you say to her?", asked Kevin.
"I told her my new girlfriend does not like us hanging around, but she did not let me finish.", said Nick with anger in his voice.
"Nick", I said.
"Yes?", Nick said.
"You can finish.", said Kevin taking the words out of my mouth.
"I was going to ask you how I could tell her I was dumping her in the nicest way.", Nick said.
"Oh, really?", I asked.
"Yes.", Nick said while giving me a hug.
"I am going to go now.", I said completely embarrassed.
Why did I get all worked up about Nick's girlfriend? Maybe I think of Nick and me as more than 'just friends'. Oh well, I have to text Robin.
Chapter 3: Robin, That Is A Nice Name
When I woke up the next morning at 5:30 there was a box of chocolates at the foot of my bed. Was I really that heavy of a sleeper? Oh well, I had chocolates. I ate two and then read the note:
Ivory,
I am sorry if you are sad. I am sorry I dragged you along with us, I should have just let you stay in the States, I just wanted to be able to see you everyday, you are my best friend, and I am lost with out you.
~Nick
I feel closer and closer to Nick everyday. I can't wait until we get back to the States, am I home sick? Maybe that is why Nick gave me the chocolates, maybe he knew I was home sick before I even did.
I went out to the living area of the suite and looked at the schedule. Today we had to get ready to be on the plane at 8. Then we were headed to Paris, they were going to sing at the Eiffel tower.
You may wonder where everyone is, right? They are all downstairs practicing, like they do everyday at 5 in the morning. I usually don't go, I find it boring to go and watch them do the same thing I ave watched them do so many times before.
I went to my room and I began to pack. As I was packing I picked up my scrapbook and began to look through it. Here we go again with the flashbacks.
Summer 1999
We were all in the car on the way to one of Nick's recitals. He loved being in plays he would be practicing for one everyday. Now I was 7, Nick was 6, Joe was 9, and Kevin was 11.
"Mommy, I want to be on the T.V. with Barney!", cried Joe.
"You could do that.", said Mrs. Jonas.
"Kevin keeps pulling my hair!", I screeched.
"Paul Kevin!", his mom said and he immediately quit.
"
My mom was sitting in the front seat, but she was crying. This is about the years when I realized my father was dying.
"Mommy, what is wrong?", I asked my mother.
"Nothing.", she said turning back and forcing a smile on her face.
Remembering that brought me to tears. As I was crying I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in.", I said while wiping my face dry.
It was Kevin.
"What's wrong?", asked Kevin.
"Why aren't you practicing?", I asked avoiding the question.
"I forgot my guitar tuner."
"Oh."
"You still didn't tell me what was wrong."
"I was thinking of my mom and father."
"Father?", he said surprised like I shouldn't think of him because he was dead.
"Yes, I'm sad he is gone, and I want to be with my mom."
"Oh, I see.", he said as he pulled me into a hug.
"You should go."
"Bye, I love you.", he said as he left.
He meant that in a brotherly way, just so you know. After he left I finished packing and went to the food bar downstairs. While I was eating someone came up to me and started to talk to me. He was very stunning.
"Are you the girl from the Jonas blog?", he asked.
"Have you seen my picture somewhere?", I asked shocked he knew me.
"The Jonas Brothers posted a picture that said 'My Best Friend'."
"Oh, yes I am."
"I like your blogs they are creative."
"Thank You."
Was someone telling me they liked my blogs 'cause they were creative? I was so happy inside, and outside. This guy was very handsome, I loved his dark brown eyes, and wavy brown hair. He reminded me of Joe, but he had a completely different personality.
"So what's your name?", I asked him.
"Robin, call me Rob.", he said smiling.
"I'm Ivory, you can call me Ive, if you want."
"I like the name Ivory."
"Where do you live?", I said suddenly getting depressed 'cause I was in Ireland.
"Utah."
"Like United States Utah?", I asked in shock.
"Yes, I am on vacation."
"That is cool."
Right then Nick came running in saying we were going to be late.
"Can I have your cell phone number?", Rob asked.
"Sure, don't put it on the web.", I said jokingly as I gave him my number.
"Bye."
"Bye.", I said as Nick was pulling me away.
As we were walking in the hallway Nick stopped me and wanted to talk to me.
"Why were you crying?", He asked concerned.
"How did you-", I was cut off.
"Kevin told me."
"Kevin."
"Yes."
"Oh, no reason."
"Fair enough I am being nosy."
"Nick, it wasn't about you."
Nick always thinks everything bad is about him. If I were to stub my toe and say ouch, he would run in and say he was sorry for leaving what ever it was in the way. Even if he didn't leave it there.
"Good.", he said.
"Nick, you are a good friend.", I said as I hugged him and ran to go and get my stuff ready to go on the plane.
When I got into my room I had noticed I had a text message, it was from Rob. I had just met him and he is already sending me text messages.
Ive,
I just met you, but can't get you out of my head. When will I ever be able to see you again?
~Robin
Wow, he couldn't get me out of his head. I wanted to text him back, but I had to go get on the plane. The whole plane ride I spent sleeping. That is pretty much all I can do on a plane, I get plane sick.
When we got off the plane we drove to the Eiffel Tower so that they could do sound check. Since there is nothing to do during sound check I decided to text Rob back.
Rob,
I am sorry i didn't text you earlier I am a very busy person. Well, my friends are very busy people, I hope you understand. Anyway, I will be back in the States next week for the Camp Rock premiere, but I don't know where I will be after that I know the burning up tour begins July 4. Maybe we will stop near where you live? Who knows, I do know I will see you again. Trust me.
~Ivory
Nothing could keep me away from that boy. He was gorgeous, and I think he likes me. I hope this all goes well if not, well, let's not get into that. I was on the trip of a lifetime emotionally and physically. Could my life get any crazier?
Ivory,
I am sorry if you are sad. I am sorry I dragged you along with us, I should have just let you stay in the States, I just wanted to be able to see you everyday, you are my best friend, and I am lost with out you.
~Nick
I feel closer and closer to Nick everyday. I can't wait until we get back to the States, am I home sick? Maybe that is why Nick gave me the chocolates, maybe he knew I was home sick before I even did.
I went out to the living area of the suite and looked at the schedule. Today we had to get ready to be on the plane at 8. Then we were headed to Paris, they were going to sing at the Eiffel tower.
You may wonder where everyone is, right? They are all downstairs practicing, like they do everyday at 5 in the morning. I usually don't go, I find it boring to go and watch them do the same thing I ave watched them do so many times before.
I went to my room and I began to pack. As I was packing I picked up my scrapbook and began to look through it. Here we go again with the flashbacks.
Summer 1999
We were all in the car on the way to one of Nick's recitals. He loved being in plays he would be practicing for one everyday. Now I was 7, Nick was 6, Joe was 9, and Kevin was 11.
"Mommy, I want to be on the T.V. with Barney!", cried Joe.
"You could do that.", said Mrs. Jonas.
"Kevin keeps pulling my hair!", I screeched.
"Paul Kevin!", his mom said and he immediately quit.
"
My mom was sitting in the front seat, but she was crying. This is about the years when I realized my father was dying.
"Mommy, what is wrong?", I asked my mother.
"Nothing.", she said turning back and forcing a smile on her face.
Remembering that brought me to tears. As I was crying I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in.", I said while wiping my face dry.
It was Kevin.
"What's wrong?", asked Kevin.
"Why aren't you practicing?", I asked avoiding the question.
"I forgot my guitar tuner."
"Oh."
"You still didn't tell me what was wrong."
"I was thinking of my mom and father."
"Father?", he said surprised like I shouldn't think of him because he was dead.
"Yes, I'm sad he is gone, and I want to be with my mom."
"Oh, I see.", he said as he pulled me into a hug.
"You should go."
"Bye, I love you.", he said as he left.
He meant that in a brotherly way, just so you know. After he left I finished packing and went to the food bar downstairs. While I was eating someone came up to me and started to talk to me. He was very stunning.
"Are you the girl from the Jonas blog?", he asked.
"Have you seen my picture somewhere?", I asked shocked he knew me.
"The Jonas Brothers posted a picture that said 'My Best Friend'."
"Oh, yes I am."
"I like your blogs they are creative."
"Thank You."
Was someone telling me they liked my blogs 'cause they were creative? I was so happy inside, and outside. This guy was very handsome, I loved his dark brown eyes, and wavy brown hair. He reminded me of Joe, but he had a completely different personality.
"So what's your name?", I asked him.
"Robin, call me Rob.", he said smiling.
"I'm Ivory, you can call me Ive, if you want."
"I like the name Ivory."
"Where do you live?", I said suddenly getting depressed 'cause I was in Ireland.
"Utah."
"Like United States Utah?", I asked in shock.
"Yes, I am on vacation."
"That is cool."
Right then Nick came running in saying we were going to be late.
"Can I have your cell phone number?", Rob asked.
"Sure, don't put it on the web.", I said jokingly as I gave him my number.
"Bye."
"Bye.", I said as Nick was pulling me away.
As we were walking in the hallway Nick stopped me and wanted to talk to me.
"Why were you crying?", He asked concerned.
"How did you-", I was cut off.
"Kevin told me."
"Kevin."
"Yes."
"Oh, no reason."
"Fair enough I am being nosy."
"Nick, it wasn't about you."
Nick always thinks everything bad is about him. If I were to stub my toe and say ouch, he would run in and say he was sorry for leaving what ever it was in the way. Even if he didn't leave it there.
"Good.", he said.
"Nick, you are a good friend.", I said as I hugged him and ran to go and get my stuff ready to go on the plane.
When I got into my room I had noticed I had a text message, it was from Rob. I had just met him and he is already sending me text messages.
Ive,
I just met you, but can't get you out of my head. When will I ever be able to see you again?
~Robin
Wow, he couldn't get me out of his head. I wanted to text him back, but I had to go get on the plane. The whole plane ride I spent sleeping. That is pretty much all I can do on a plane, I get plane sick.
When we got off the plane we drove to the Eiffel Tower so that they could do sound check. Since there is nothing to do during sound check I decided to text Rob back.
Rob,
I am sorry i didn't text you earlier I am a very busy person. Well, my friends are very busy people, I hope you understand. Anyway, I will be back in the States next week for the Camp Rock premiere, but I don't know where I will be after that I know the burning up tour begins July 4. Maybe we will stop near where you live? Who knows, I do know I will see you again. Trust me.
~Ivory
Nothing could keep me away from that boy. He was gorgeous, and I think he likes me. I hope this all goes well if not, well, let's not get into that. I was on the trip of a lifetime emotionally and physically. Could my life get any crazier?
Chapter 2: Why Does He Care
I had put my laptop away to take a nap. I was planning on having a long nap, but Nick came in about ten minutes after I had fallen asleep.
"Ivory? Are you sleeping?", he asked.
"Well, I was.", replied I.
"Sorry, are you mad at me?", he asked.
"What? Where did you get that idea?", I asked.
"Well, your blog, Joe thought you were mad at him because he threw food, and I thought you were mad at me because I accused you of stealing my socks, and Kevin-", I stopped him.
"I am not mad at anyone, I just was mad everyone read my blog to hear about the Jonas Brothers. I don't like being called that Jonas girl. It kinda hurts my feelings.", I told him.
"Well, you are not the Jonas girl to the people that matter, so that should not bother you.", he said.
I knew this was the truth I just didn't want to realize it. I felt like my life was horrible, but I am getting to do things most people never get to do in there entire life. What was wrong with me.
"Ivory, stop dazing off.", he said.
"Sorry, I do that a lot don't I?", I asked.
"Yes.", he said as he picked up my laptop.
"What are you doing?"
"Posting a blog."
He didn't talk after that besides a few times when he asked how to spell something. After he was all done he left. I was eager to read what he had wrote, so I looked at the bulletin he had just posted to the world.
Dear Fans,
My friend, Ivory, does not enjoy it when people call her things like the Jonas girl and she would appreciate it if you stop. You guys rock without you we would not be here or where we are in our careers. Have a wonderful Sunday. We will be back in the States in a few weeks. Get ready for Camp Rock, due out 6-20.
~Nick Jonas
I felt like an idiot, he was cleaning up my mess. So that the magazines would not write headlines like 'Jonas Girl Mad At the Jonas Brothers'. I owed him, I owed him big. I will never be able to pay him back or Kevin and Joe for everything they have done for me. Why do they always clean up my messes? I would be sick of me by now.
It was nine so I decided to go watch some T.V. with Frank 'cause he was going to bed in twenty minutes. We watched Scooby Doo and then his mom told him he had to go to bed. I was siting to the bed reading one of my favorite online Jonas Brothers fan fictions by Jade Murray when Kevin plopped down beside me and started talking.
"Hey Ive, what's up?", he asked.
"Nothing, I am just bored.", I replied.
"Usually we are up until one in the morning, it will be good to go to bed at ten.", he said starting to start a conversation.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Your birthday is in two days aren't you happy about that?", he said and i had remembered that I forgot.
My birthday was on June 11, I can't believe I forgot. They would trow me a big party maybe that would get my spirits up. My parents will probably send me something for my birthday, but I would have to wait till we got to the Jonas house to get it. We won't be at the Jonas house until late on June 11. We would go back to the States for the Camp Rock premiere then go back to tour with Avril.
"Oh, yeah I forgot."
"How do you forget your birthday?", he said laughing.
"I am going to get some sleep O.K.?"
"O.k. you need it.", he joked as he gave me a hug.
I went over to Nick's room, Joe was in there too, and told them both good night and they gave me hugs. I went and told Mrs. and Mr. Jonas good night and went to bed.
"Ivory? Are you sleeping?", he asked.
"Well, I was.", replied I.
"Sorry, are you mad at me?", he asked.
"What? Where did you get that idea?", I asked.
"Well, your blog, Joe thought you were mad at him because he threw food, and I thought you were mad at me because I accused you of stealing my socks, and Kevin-", I stopped him.
"I am not mad at anyone, I just was mad everyone read my blog to hear about the Jonas Brothers. I don't like being called that Jonas girl. It kinda hurts my feelings.", I told him.
"Well, you are not the Jonas girl to the people that matter, so that should not bother you.", he said.
I knew this was the truth I just didn't want to realize it. I felt like my life was horrible, but I am getting to do things most people never get to do in there entire life. What was wrong with me.
"Ivory, stop dazing off.", he said.
"Sorry, I do that a lot don't I?", I asked.
"Yes.", he said as he picked up my laptop.
"What are you doing?"
"Posting a blog."
He didn't talk after that besides a few times when he asked how to spell something. After he was all done he left. I was eager to read what he had wrote, so I looked at the bulletin he had just posted to the world.
Dear Fans,
My friend, Ivory, does not enjoy it when people call her things like the Jonas girl and she would appreciate it if you stop. You guys rock without you we would not be here or where we are in our careers. Have a wonderful Sunday. We will be back in the States in a few weeks. Get ready for Camp Rock, due out 6-20.
~Nick Jonas
I felt like an idiot, he was cleaning up my mess. So that the magazines would not write headlines like 'Jonas Girl Mad At the Jonas Brothers'. I owed him, I owed him big. I will never be able to pay him back or Kevin and Joe for everything they have done for me. Why do they always clean up my messes? I would be sick of me by now.
It was nine so I decided to go watch some T.V. with Frank 'cause he was going to bed in twenty minutes. We watched Scooby Doo and then his mom told him he had to go to bed. I was siting to the bed reading one of my favorite online Jonas Brothers fan fictions by Jade Murray when Kevin plopped down beside me and started talking.
"Hey Ive, what's up?", he asked.
"Nothing, I am just bored.", I replied.
"Usually we are up until one in the morning, it will be good to go to bed at ten.", he said starting to start a conversation.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Your birthday is in two days aren't you happy about that?", he said and i had remembered that I forgot.
My birthday was on June 11, I can't believe I forgot. They would trow me a big party maybe that would get my spirits up. My parents will probably send me something for my birthday, but I would have to wait till we got to the Jonas house to get it. We won't be at the Jonas house until late on June 11. We would go back to the States for the Camp Rock premiere then go back to tour with Avril.
"Oh, yeah I forgot."
"How do you forget your birthday?", he said laughing.
"I am going to get some sleep O.K.?"
"O.k. you need it.", he joked as he gave me a hug.
I went over to Nick's room, Joe was in there too, and told them both good night and they gave me hugs. I went and told Mrs. and Mr. Jonas good night and went to bed.
Chapter 1: My Life
Hello, my name is Ivory. I will be telling you my story of knowing my best friends in the entire world. I do not really care that they are famous it really does not make a difference. This is my life knowing the Jonas Brothers.
Today is June 8, 2oo8, summer vacation has just began, but it is nothing like a vacation. I have been with my favorite brothers in Ireland these past days. We have been all over that area. The Jonas Brothers have been on tour with Avril Lavigne. I can not wait to get back to the U.S., but this is fun.
"Ivory, did you take my socks?", asked a stressed Nick.
"No, why would I take your socks?", I replied.
"I am missing socks.", says Nick as he leaves the room grumbling.
If you do not know Nick, he hates it when people take his socks. He always counts them to make sure no one has stolen them, it is quite enjoyable.
As I was reading a magazine in my hotel room I was bursting out in laughter. Things that would not be funny to any normal person were very funny to me. The articles always make me happy! There were ones like 'Jonas Brothers Forgot Mandy Existed', 'Miley and JB Are Over', and the funniest one was 'Joe Jonas Dating Mariah Carey'. Oh, how people wish they knew what was going on in there lives every 5 seconds.
"Ivory, it is time to go out to eat.", Joe says as he walks into my room.
"I'll be in out in one second.", I replied.
"Hurry.", said Mrs. Jonas.
I grabbed my purse and we were out the door. Today we are taking a break from tour, but the fans were just as loud as if we were at a concert. We walked outside and they were trying to get autographs and everything else they could get there hands on. At least it is not as bad here as it is in the States.
When we got to the restaurant, it was so gorgeous. I love it here, it has the best scenery, we got an outside table so we could enjoy the scenery as we ate our food. This is wonderful, but lets go back to when we were little kids sitting in the back yard playing Barney.
Spring 1998
"I love Barney!", yells an eight year old Joe.
"Why don't you go marry him then.", jokes a ten year old Kevin.
"Ha, Barney wouldn't want to marry Joe, he's weird." said I, who was six.
"Let's play rock stars.", said a five year old Nick.
If you can do math then you know that in present time I am 16, Joe is 18, Kevin is 20, and Nick is 15.
Back to my daydream:
"No, we play that all the time.", said Joe slightly whining.
"I know I like to play it.", said Nick getting a bit mad.
"Let's play with dolls.", said I.
"Dolls are for girls.", said Kevin while crossing his arms.
"Nick, do you want to play dolls?", I asked tugging on his arms.
"No, I want to play rock star.", he said yanking away.
"Let's play Barney Rock star!", said Joe laughing.
"O.k.", said Kevin and Nick.
"What about dolls?", I said becoming angry that no one wants to play dolls.
"Ivory, you haven't touched tour food.", my daydream was interrupted by Mr. Jonas talking to me.
"Oh.", I said as I began to eat.
"So, who wants to go check out the shoes here?", says Nick trying to break the silence.
"Not me.", said Kevin trying to eat some noodles that wouldn't stay on his fork.
The rest of the dinner was quiet besides Joe throwing food at Nick resulting in all of us having to stay in the hotel for the rest of the day. When we got to the hotel I ran to my room and started blogging for the day.
Today I was thinking of when me, Nick, Kevin, and Joe were little kids. I enjoyed the good times when only I knew who they were. Ireland is wonderfully beautiful, to bad I am stuck in the hotel thanks to Joe. I know a lot of people read my blog, but they read it to hear of the Jonas Brothers, well, for once I would enjoy someone to comment about how they enjoy that I am enjoying myself in Ireland and all over the world. Well, I know that will never happen.
~Ivory
I soon had many comments, I knew what they would say and did not feel like reading them. My life was a dream, but then why was I so depressed?
Today is June 8, 2oo8, summer vacation has just began, but it is nothing like a vacation. I have been with my favorite brothers in Ireland these past days. We have been all over that area. The Jonas Brothers have been on tour with Avril Lavigne. I can not wait to get back to the U.S., but this is fun.
"Ivory, did you take my socks?", asked a stressed Nick.
"No, why would I take your socks?", I replied.
"I am missing socks.", says Nick as he leaves the room grumbling.
If you do not know Nick, he hates it when people take his socks. He always counts them to make sure no one has stolen them, it is quite enjoyable.
As I was reading a magazine in my hotel room I was bursting out in laughter. Things that would not be funny to any normal person were very funny to me. The articles always make me happy! There were ones like 'Jonas Brothers Forgot Mandy Existed', 'Miley and JB Are Over', and the funniest one was 'Joe Jonas Dating Mariah Carey'. Oh, how people wish they knew what was going on in there lives every 5 seconds.
"Ivory, it is time to go out to eat.", Joe says as he walks into my room.
"I'll be in out in one second.", I replied.
"Hurry.", said Mrs. Jonas.
I grabbed my purse and we were out the door. Today we are taking a break from tour, but the fans were just as loud as if we were at a concert. We walked outside and they were trying to get autographs and everything else they could get there hands on. At least it is not as bad here as it is in the States.
When we got to the restaurant, it was so gorgeous. I love it here, it has the best scenery, we got an outside table so we could enjoy the scenery as we ate our food. This is wonderful, but lets go back to when we were little kids sitting in the back yard playing Barney.
Spring 1998
"I love Barney!", yells an eight year old Joe.
"Why don't you go marry him then.", jokes a ten year old Kevin.
"Ha, Barney wouldn't want to marry Joe, he's weird." said I, who was six.
"Let's play rock stars.", said a five year old Nick.
If you can do math then you know that in present time I am 16, Joe is 18, Kevin is 20, and Nick is 15.
Back to my daydream:
"No, we play that all the time.", said Joe slightly whining.
"I know I like to play it.", said Nick getting a bit mad.
"Let's play with dolls.", said I.
"Dolls are for girls.", said Kevin while crossing his arms.
"Nick, do you want to play dolls?", I asked tugging on his arms.
"No, I want to play rock star.", he said yanking away.
"Let's play Barney Rock star!", said Joe laughing.
"O.k.", said Kevin and Nick.
"What about dolls?", I said becoming angry that no one wants to play dolls.
"Ivory, you haven't touched tour food.", my daydream was interrupted by Mr. Jonas talking to me.
"Oh.", I said as I began to eat.
"So, who wants to go check out the shoes here?", says Nick trying to break the silence.
"Not me.", said Kevin trying to eat some noodles that wouldn't stay on his fork.
The rest of the dinner was quiet besides Joe throwing food at Nick resulting in all of us having to stay in the hotel for the rest of the day. When we got to the hotel I ran to my room and started blogging for the day.
Today I was thinking of when me, Nick, Kevin, and Joe were little kids. I enjoyed the good times when only I knew who they were. Ireland is wonderfully beautiful, to bad I am stuck in the hotel thanks to Joe. I know a lot of people read my blog, but they read it to hear of the Jonas Brothers, well, for once I would enjoy someone to comment about how they enjoy that I am enjoying myself in Ireland and all over the world. Well, I know that will never happen.
~Ivory
I soon had many comments, I knew what they would say and did not feel like reading them. My life was a dream, but then why was I so depressed?
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