Love isn't always great {{ Chapter Two is up!

[lemons ;; <3]

WARNING; M rated!
Swearing is involved!

[The way I set my chapters out is that the title is one of the Jonas Brothers songs and it is mentioned in the fanfic at some point. Sometimes I'll need help with a story for the song, so I might ask for help.]

Chapter One;; When You Look me In The Eyes

We have visited New York seven times for concerts and every time I see her.

When we first started coming to New York, she would be just like all our other fans; screaming, saying she loves us, always smiling. She came to every signing we did and every time we had a concert, she would get front row seat slightly to the left of the stage so she could be near me when I played a piano.

But things have changed.

A few months ago, I did an autograph signing in New York and I was waiting to see her and her banana blonde hair. But, when she came, there was no banana blonde hair. When I asked her about what happened, she told me she had developed cancer. She told me that she didn't want the treatment and that she wanted to keep her blonde hair to look pretty for me. She then told me that my speech about having diabetes showed her that she needed the treatment and it wouldn't change her life one bit. I have remembered her ever since.

My fingers hit the piano keys as we start "When You Look Me In The Eyes" at our eight concert in New York. I glance around the crowd and there she is in her rightful spot in the front row. But, instead of her banana blonde hair, she is showing off her bald head. She is looking at me, giving me a sweet smile while the girls around her scream. I start to sing, "When you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you love, every thing's all right because your right here by my side." She still isn't screaming even though I sung those lyrics while looking her directly in the eyes.

She is more beautiful now.

After the concert...

The concert has now finished and I am searching for my guitar case backstage. I am listening to Joe talk about this hot girl her saw. "Man, you should of seen her, Kev. She was fucking uh-mazing!" He says and I even though I can't see it, I can hear the big grin on his face. This makes me smile. Joe has always been about the looks. I'm different.

I actually think that Rachelle is the most beautiful girl on Earth right now. When I first met her, she reminded me of the popular girl at a school. All she cared about was herself, her hair, her clothes and boys. When I heard from her own mouth that I had inspired her to get the treatment for her cancer, I felt happy. Rachelle had changed and it was because of me. Rachelle is beautiful in every way now. Beauty isn't about looks. When I told Joe that, he just hit me and said I was psycho for thinking that.

I know I'm not.

I find my guitar case on the stage after a few minutes of searching backstage. As I pack away my guitar, I notice the vacant spot where Rachelle had been. I wonder if she is outside as I want to talk to her about her cancer and how she is. And, Joe talking about the breast size of the girl in a graphical way is also partly responsible for me wanting to go outside. I place my guitar, which is secure and safe in its case, next to Kevin's case and I make my way over to exit door. "Seriously, Kev, her boobs were perfect! They were round, looked firm and I just want to touch them. Perfect tits mean she has a perfect cu-"

Luckily, I'm outside before he can finish the sentence.

The harsh winter winds hit my face like a slap. The wind dies down, which is good because I can't look for Rachelle if the wind is making me squint. I'm thankful I am at the back of the building as if I left via the front doors, I would be swarmed by the fans, which isn't very fun.

I started searching for Rachelle and I find her leaning against the wall. She is also at the back of the building. Did she know I wanted to see her? She couldn't of. Could she?

As I wipe out all thoughts that Rachelle could read minds, I make my way over to her. She is wearing a fluorescent pink down parka, skinny jeans and pink converse shoes. When I first met her, she had been wearing a way too small black dress and stilettos, something that didn't turn me on. As I look more closely at her, her banana blonde hair is starting to grow back, which I am happy to see. Well, time to talk.

"Hey."

I guess I caught her off guard as she jumped. She looked at me, mouth agape and eyes widened. Shaking her head, she closed her mouth. "Um, hey," She muttered, a bit embarrassed. Her cheeks were turning scarlet.

"I just want you to know, I am really proud that you got the treatment," I say with a smile on my face. She returns with a smile of her own. A sweet smile. My heart melts a little bit but I stop my outer body from doing the same.

"Thanks, um.... Nick."

Her cheeks are turning redder, if that is even possible. I walk over to the wall space next to her and lean up against the wall. "How are you holding up?" I asked, looking at the side of her face. I can see her gulping down what could be a variety of things. "Yeah, I'm, erm, fine," She replies, looking at the ground. I watch her for a few more moments before I take a pen and a piece of paper out of the pockets of my jean. No, that isn't a random thing to keep in my pocket. You have no idea how many fans want autographs. I write down my mobile number [555-098-472] so she can all me, or I can call her, when we need to.

"Here. Call me when ever you are feeling sad. I might call you as well." I put the paper in her hand and give her a bigger smile. Her eyes have widened again and she looks up at me. "Ahh... thanks. Um, I have to- um, parents... dinner. Yeah, I- bye..." She mutters, turning around and walking in the opposite direction. I watch as she walks away when I hear Joe's voice yelling at me.

"Fuck sakes, Nick, don't disappear like that! We have some crazy fans and you disappearing like that scares the shit out of me!"

I turn around and see him and Kevin coming over to me. "Oh, sorry," I mutter. I follow my two brothers back over to the door leading backstage when Joe shouts, "THAT'S HER! See Kev, massive boobs!" Before I know it, I am in the middle of a crowd of screaming girls. Joe doesn't seem to mind as he is squished up against his big-boobed friend. But how can I enjoy this when the only girl I have on my mind isn't here?

"You have some nice tits on you."

I close my eyes. Joe seems to l ruin every moment I am thinking about her.

I'll be waiting all night, all day for a phone call. A text. Anything. I'll wait a maximum of two days before I make the first move .

"And they feel nice, too!"

JOE!

COMMENTS WELCOME!

[I need help with the next chapter name.
HELP!]

[Anna]

lmao! joseph, joseph, joseph, what will we ever do with you?
i cant think of something for the next chapter, sorry, but there is something you might want to edit:
"I'll wait a maximum of two days before I make the first move."
he never got her number

[lemons ;; <3]

WARNING: M RATED
Swearing is involved!

Chapter Two;; Just Friends

Nick's P.O.V

The day after the concert in New York City, Joe, Kevin and I went down to Brooklyn for a concert. We are currently on stage and I am strumming the guitar in tune to Just Friends. Over the past day, my mind has only been on one person; Rachelle. I have yet to get a phone call or message and I have been wondering if I came on too strong. I look at Joe, who is shaking his hips at a group of teenage girls in the front row. I roll my eyes, hoping he remembers to sing the song.

"Everyone knows it’s meant to be
Falling in love, just you and me
‘til the end of time
‘til I’m on her mind
It’ll happen
I’ve been making lots of plans
Like a picket fence and a rose garden
I just keep on dreaming
But it’s cool cause we’re just friends."

I continue playing the guitar as I run forward and slide on my knees. The girls in front of me scream like crazy. I try not to wince as I continue to play. I wish Rachelle was in the crowd so I could have someone to play to. I get back up on my feet and move backwards. It is almost the end of the song, which means time for a break. I strum the last key, Joe sings the final note. Finally we are done. We get an ovation from the crowd and I give them a smile. Waving them goodbye, I turn around and walk backstage. I place my guitar in my mother's care and start to look for a bottle of water when Frankie comes up to me.

"Nicky, your girlfriend sent you a message."

My girlfriend? He hands me my open mobile and I looked down at the message.

Tomorrow. Silver Crest Cafe. Noon.

I grin. I knew who it was and I was glad she had contacted me. I can see someone standing behind me because of the shadows on the ground. Turning around, Kevin is looking over my shoulder. "Whose that, Nick?" He asks me, his eyebrow raised curiously. I know my mouth is hanging open like an idiot. Kevin already knows it is a girl, I can see it in his eyes. "Don't tell Joe," I mutter, a little embarrassed. Kevin gives me a smile and goes, "Course not, bro."

Hell would break loose if Joe was to find out about Rachelle.

Rachelle's P.O.V

I'm sitting on my bed, staring at my phone. I cannot believe I just sent Nick that message. I wouldn't of if my friend, Leslie, hadn't made me to. She seems to think me and Nick are dating since he gave me his number. She is in my bathroom at the moment for a sleepover and I have already told her what happened between me and Nick over ten times so I am not ready to tell her one more time.

"'Chelle, you are so wearing a mini skirt for Nick tomorrow."

She walks out of the bathroom in one of her skimpy orange dresses. I close my eyes. She wants me to look beautiful for my boyfriend. "Bloody hell, Les, Nick and I aren't fucking dating! We're just friends, got it?" I snap. I am starting to get annoyed with Leslie. She has taken over the role as queen bee since my cancer.

She gives me a sweet smile. "Whatever you say, 'Chelle. You can't stay in denial forever," She says in a sing song voice. I'm really getting aggravated now. "Seriously Les, drop it! We are not going out! Get it through your thick head!" I yell. I know, a bit harsh, but Leslie is used to it. We are complete bitches to each other even though we are best friends. Her sweet smile falls off her face as she grumpily mutters, "Whatever."

She sits down beside me and looks at the floor. "If you were going out, what would you do?" She asks. A big, old grin surfaces on my face. We used to talk about all the things we would do with the Jonas Brothers. And they were nasty. "I'd shove my tongue so far down his throat he wouldn't be able to remove it!" I shout happily. She looks at me and laughs. "You wouldn't even send for an SOS?" She asks. I know right now that her and me are going to burst into song. "Wouldn't even second guess." In only three seconds, we are jumping up and down on my bed, singing SOS.

This is the life.

Next day...

Nick's P.O.V

I run the brush through my curly brown hair. It is almost time till I have to go meet Rachelle. We managed to drive back to New York City before nine AM. Luckily, Joe and Frankie are still asleep. I don't even want to imagine what they would do if they saw me wearing what I'm wearing.

I have a light blue polo shirt on and it is covered by a brown jacket. I have skinny jeans on and a pair of Kevin's dress shoes. Around the house, I would usually wear a tank top, boxers and converse shoes so this was major different. I run my hand through my hair and ruffle it. Kevin walks into the bathroom I am in [we are in a hotel] and grins at me. "Very nice. Now, go and meet that girl," He says to me enthusiastically. I give him a grin and leave the bathroom and make way for the door when I hear something terrible.

"Oi Nick, where ya going?"

I turn around and see Joe awake. Oh shit. "A... walk," I say, probably not very convincingly. But, Joe seems only half awake so maybe I'll get away with it. I turn around and reach for the door handle when I hear another terrible thing.

"He is going to meet his girlfriend."

Frankie is awake as well. Yay. "Girlfriend? Nick? Since when? You bastard, why didn't you tell me?" Joe says. I open the door and leave the room. I walk over to the elevator and step inside. I press the button for lobby.

I can't believe that I am going to talk to Rachelle for a longer time. I have fallen for her and I hope she knows that. I am still thinking that giving her my number was coming on too strong. I tap my foot anxiously. Maybe she threw my number in the bin and some other fan picked it up and decided to send me the message. I push the thought out of my mind as the elevator stops. I walk out of the elevator and over to the front doors. I can see that the weather looks a bit warmer then yesterday, which I am thankful for. It was fucking freezing yesterday. Pushing the door open, I am now outside.

I am glad I don't have to hide myself away behind Big Rob. Silver Crest Cafe is just around the corner from the hotel I am staying in. As I start walking down the sidewalk, I look at my fingers. They are trembling at a rapid pace. That has never happened before.

Rachelle's P.O.V

I am sitting at a table in the Silver Crest Cafe. I have been sitting here waiting for Nick to show up. I may only be wearing a cotton jumper and jeans, but the coffee that I had ordered minutes before has kept me warm. I tap my fingers on the table. I can't believe I am going to meet Nick in a public area. Well, I was the one that wanted to meet with him. I still didn't know if he had read the message I sent him.

Here's hoping he did.

I am thinking about leaving when Nick sits down at the chair opposite me. I quickly scan him up and down and he looks dressed up. For me, maybe? My insides tingle and I wonder if I am the luckiest girl in the universe right now. "Hey," He says, placing his elbows on the table. "Hey," I say casually, giving him a grin. Then... there's a pause. An awkward pause.

"So, uh, Rachelle, what did you think about last night's concert?"

Nick's P.O.V

For the past three hours, me and Rachelle have been talking We have been talking about everything. Want a complete list? The Jonas Brothers, cancer, love, boobs, songs, movies and what we want to happen in the future. Rachelle orders her seventh coffee as I finish off my fifth cappuccino. I look at my watch. Almost three, which meant I had four hours to pack before we did concerts in Pennsylvania.

Yesterday, I would of felt bad about leaving Rachelle without anything to talk to her with besides the phone. But, we have now swapped Myspaces, emails and so many other things. She is still laughing at something I said. I don't want to ruin the mood, but I have to. "'Chelle, I have to get back to the hotel. I'm leaving for Pennsylvania for concerts," I say, standing up.

I can see the disappointment on her face as she stands up as well. "Okay, bye bye Nicky," She says, looking at the ground. I feel a little disappointed. All I get is a bye bye? After those three hours of talking? "Is that all I get?" I ask, voicing my sadness. She looks up at me and into my eyes. She opens her mouth, ready to say something.

"I love you."

I wanted to hear those words. "I love you too," I say with a big smile on my face as I wrap my arms around her and press my lips up against hers. Our lips, our tongues, our bodies couldn't be pulled apart at this moment. I can hear photos being taken and I don't care. The only thing on my mind right now is Rachelle. We stop kissing but we don't take our arms off of each other.

"This means we are dating, right?"

From the look on her face, that is a rhetorical question. The smile on her face says it all and her mouth opens with an answer.

"Yes."

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