Post by Anna on Jun 24, 2008 15:21:17 GMT -5
ive been bored, to say the very least...
Nicholas and Kaylee laughed as they sat on top of a large wardrobe case, sipping their juice boxes and kicking their dangling legs.
“Nice job kids!” A passing cast member praised as she walked by, smiling at the two.
“Thanks!” They replied. When the woman was gone, Kaylee placed her drink beside her and leaned back, using both hands to support her body.
“I can’t believe tonight was our last show.” She sighed.
“I know! It was so fast!” Her friend agreed. There was silence for a few moments as the children reminisced on the past few months. They had met on the day auditions for the play were held and bonded during the long wait to try out. They each found out separately that they got the parts they had wanted and met again at the first rehearsal. For months they spent long days and nights together as they practiced. Then the big day came, opening night. They had both done Broadway shows before, but no two shows were ever the same. Every weekend for the next few weeks was a new adventure as they took the stage with the people who had become like their second family and showed off what they had accomplished during rehearsals. And now, it was over. They were at the cast party, but it was getting late and although they would never admit it, both of them were exhausted.
“Nicholas, mom’s looking for you, we’re leaving.” Nicholas and his friend turned to see his oldest brother coming towards them. “I’m pretty sure your parents are about ready to go too Kay.” He held onto both of their arms for assistance as they jumped down from their place on the huge box.
“Goodbye Nicholas!” Kaylee smiled, urging herself not to show her reluctance to see her companion go.
“Bye Kaylee.” They stood awkwardly, Nicholas looking up at his brother. He rolled his eyes.
“Fine, five minutes. Meet us in the lobby.” He agreed.
“Bye Kevin!” Kaylee called as he walked away. He paused briefly to wave. “Don’t forget to remind your mom to call my mom; they said we could visit in the summer.” She continued, turning back to Nicholas.
“Yea I know. Hey, maybe we’ll even be in another show together. Are you auditioning for anything soon?”
“Nah, I’m taking a break from Broadway. My dad says I’m getting too far behind in school.”
“Kaylee Ann, we’re leaving!” Kaylee sighed.
“Guess I better go.” She said. Nicholas nodded, giving a small wave to Mrs. Anderson, Kaylee’s mother who was waiting impatiently for her daughter to come.
“Me too.” There was another awkward silence. “I’ll miss you.”
“You too.” The kids stepped forward, embracing each other in a tight hug. Kaylee sniffed. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Let’s promise we’ll stay in touch no matter what, ok? And when we’re older, we’ll see each other again and we’ll stay friends and love each other forever no matter what. Like the song!” She giggled, beginning to sing a line from the song, “No Matter What” from the play. Nicholas smiled and nodded, very happy with the idea.
“No matter what.” He agreed, holding his hand out. They performed their special handshake before going their separate directions.
“You did great tonight honey.” Nicholas’s mother exclaimed as he approached them, holding her arms out and pulling him into a smothering hug. His father agreed, patting his son on the back as he complimented his performance. Then the three of them, along with his two older brothers, left the theater and found their way to their car. As their father started the engine, Joseph, Nicholas’s brother, pointed out the window and smirked.
“There goes your little girlfriend.” Nicholas looked to where he was pointing and scowled.
“She’s not my girlfriend!” He argued, hiding his smile as he watched Kaylee and her parents walk to their own car, her long, golden brown hair blowing in the wind around her smiling face.
“Ignore him, he’s just jealous you can get a girl.” Kevin teased. Joseph glared at his older brother. “What? Are you saying you finally got the guts to ask what’s-her-face to the dance on Friday?”
“You know what? That’s none of your business!” Joseph decided. Kevin scoffed.
“Just wait, by Thursday he’ll be begging me to help him get her to go with him.” He whispered to his youngest brother. Nicholas giggled, turning away and leaving his siblings bickering on either side of him. He took one last glance out the window as they drove away. Kaylee’s figure got smaller and smaller as they got farther and he repeated her words in his mind.
Let’s promise we’ll stay in touch, no matter what. And when we’re older, we’ll see each other again and stay friends and love each other. No matter what happens.
Nick groaned, turning over in his bed. Seconds later, the feeling of something hitting him on the head came again. He threw his arm up in the air, waving away whoever had come into the room. He heard a muffled chuckle and felt it again. Nick shot up, glaring at the perpetrator. Joe laughed, jumping down from the first step on the ladder he had perched himself on.
“Last one up dude, you know what that means.” He sneered, closing the bedroom door as he left. Nicholas groaned again, this time for a different reason. He pulled himself out from under the blankets and crawled over the pillows his brother had thrown at him. As quickly as possible he got dressed and put his younger brother and roommate’s pillows back on his bunk and straightened up both of their beds. He then headed across the hall to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ran a comb through his naturally curly hair before running downstairs to the kitchen. Just as he suspected, five empty plates, all coated in sticky syrup and pancake crumbs sat on the table waiting for him. A single still full plate sat in front of his spot at the table, stacked high with a delicious breakfast.
“Good morning Nicholas!” His dad greeted as he entered the room.
“Morning.” Nick replied, sitting down to eat.
“Slept in today, huh?” Nick nodded and his dad gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s our first day back after the tour; I think we can withdraw the deal for today.” Nick watched as his father began stacking the dirty dishes that lay waiting on the table and carried them to the sink.
“Thanks dad.” Nick smiled. There had been a tradition in the Jonas household for years, whoever showed up to breakfast last took care of dishes. The same went for lunch and dinner.
“Hey dad?” Nick asked suddenly, stopping his father from continuing to walk out of the room. He turned back and looked at his son. “Are we doing anything today?”
“No, today’s all for you boys. Do whatever you want.” Nick smiled and got up to put his cleared dish away.
“I think I’m gonna go ride my bike around the neighborhood.” He decided. His dad nodded.
“Have fun.” He said before leaving. Nick ran out to the back yard, wheeled his bicycle out of the garage, and headed to the front of the house. As he prepared to mount the bike, a white envelope sticking out of the mailbox caught his eye. He carefully laid his bike down on the lawn and jumped to the top of the few stairs leading to the front door. He examined the envelope; it was addressed to ‘Nicholas’. Any personal mail was sent to just their first names, so that in case it got lost in the mail no fan accidentally ended up with a letter meant for Nick Jonas or his brothers. That was like asking for the girls to come track them down at home on their days off. Nick tore open the envelope, only to find a smaller envelope with a post-it note stuck onto it. He skimmed the small notice; it was from JT, the guitarist of his band. Apparently a fan had given him the envelope back in New York, one of their earlier stops on the tour, and he had forgotten to pass it on to Nick, so he mailed it instead. Nick crumpled the small yellow square up and stuck it in his back pocket, then opened the front door and tossed the letter into the fan mail bin that was resting on the first landing of the staircase, just recently taken off the tour bus and brought inside. He then raced back outside, got on his bike, and began riding, enjoying the chilled wind on his face and the sound of his tires speeding across the pavement. He erased all thoughts of the white envelope from his mind, forgetting the little he knew about it. He didn’t know who sent it and had a very vague idea of when it was sent. He hadn’t taken more than a quick glance at it and failed to realize what was written on it.
Nick groaned, turning over in his bed. Seconds later, the feeling of something hitting him on the head came again. He threw his arm up in the air, waving away whoever had come into the room. He heard a muffled chuckle and felt it again. Nick shot up, glaring at the perpetrator. Joe laughed, jumping down from the first step on the ladder he had perched himself on.
“Last one up dude, you know what that means.” He sneered, closing the bedroom door as he left. Nicholas groaned again, this time for a different reason. He pulled himself out from under the blankets and crawled over the pillows his brother had thrown at him. As quickly as possible he got dressed and put his younger brother and roommate’s pillows back on his bunk and straightened up both of their beds. He then headed across the hall to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ran a comb through his naturally curly hair before running downstairs to the kitchen. Just as he suspected, five empty plates, all coated in sticky syrup and pancake crumbs. A single still full plate sat in front of his spot at the table, stacked high with a delicious breakfast.
“Good morning Nicholas!” His dad greeted as he entered the room.
“Morning.” Nick replied, sitting down to eat.
“Slept in today, huh?” Nick nodded and his dad gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s our first day back after the tour; I think we can withdraw the deal for today.” Nick watched as his father began stacking the dirty dishes that lay waiting on the table and carried them to the sink.
“Thanks dad.” Nick smiled. There had been a tradition in the Jonas household for years, whoever showed up to breakfast last took care of dishes. The same went for lunch and dinner.
“Hey dad?” Nick asked suddenly, stopping his father from continuing to walk out of the room. He turned back and looked at his son. “Are we doing anything today?”
“No, today’s all for you boys. Do whatever you want.” Nick smiled and got up to put his cleared dish away.
“I think I’m gonna go ride my bike around the neighborhood.” He decided. His dad nodded.
“Have fun.” He said before leaving. Nick ran out to the back yard, wheeled his bicycle out of the garage, and headed to the front of the house. As he prepared to mount the bike, a white envelope sticking out of the mailbox caught his eye. He carefully laid his bike down on the lawn and jumped to the top of the few stairs leading to the front door. He examined the envelope; it was addressed to ‘Nicholas’. Any personal mail was sent to just their first names, so that in case it got lost in the mail no fan accidentally ended up with a letter meant for Nick Jonas or his brothers. That was like asking for the girls to come track them down at home on their days off. Nick tore open the envelope, only to find a smaller envelope with a post-it note stuck onto it. He skimmed the small notice; it was from JT, the guitarist of his band. Apparently a fan had given him the envelope back in New York, one of their earlier stops on the tour, and he had forgotten to pass it on to Nick, so he mailed it instead. Nick crumpled the small yellow square up and stuck it in his back pocket, then opened the front door and tossed the letter into the fan mail bin that was resting on the first landing of the staircase, just recently taken off the tour bus and brought inside. He then raced back outside, got on his bike, and began riding, enjoying the chilled wind on his face and the sound of his tires speeding across the pavement. He erased all thoughts of the white envelope from his mind, forgetting the little he knew about it. He didn’t know who sent it and had a very vague idea of when it was sent. He hadn’t taken more than a quick glance at it and failed to realize what was written on it.
To Nicholas
Love Kaylee Anderson <3
“I’m bored Nick!” Frankie complained, leaning over and throwing his body onto his brother’s lap. Nick shifted under the sudden weight, lifting up his laptop so that it wouldn’t get crushed by the young boy.
“Well what do you want me to do? I’m busy, you should have gone shopping with the others.” He said, starting to get annoyed with his position of baby-sitter. True, family was extremely important to him and he loved his kid brother, but he had just spent months on a bus with him, and after a while you find yourself in need of a break from hyperactive eight year olds.
“Busy with what?” Frankie demanded. Nick sighed.
"Checking my email. Then I should probably start sorting through fan mail. Why don’t you go next-door and play with Noah? I’m sure she’d like that.” He suggested, scanning the long list of unread messages. He saw his brother grimace out of the corner of his eye. “What? There’s a kid living right next-door who’s exactly your age. You should take advantage of it more.”
“In case you forgot, that same kid has a sister your age. I don’t see you running over there to see her.” It was Nick’s turn to make a face.
“You know I can’t do that. There’s all the pictures and rumors that would get out to consider, and it’s different when you’re sixteen and don’t have the greatest past with the person.” Frankie stared at his brother blankly. “Fine, you want something to do, start sorting through the box of fan mail over there, there’s bound to be a few things for you in there. Just let me finish this, ok? We’ll play after.” Frankie willingly dragged the box over to the couch and started separating the assorted envelopes and packages into five piles, one for each of the boys, the band as a whole, and other family members such as himself and his parents. Meanwhile, Nick selected several emails to delete, many coming from an address he didn’t recognize. He had been receiving messages from it for years, never opening them since he didn’t know who it was. If it was a fan that somehow got a hold of his screen name, at least she didn’t seem to be spreading it around. From what he could tell, she was from New York and was born in 1992. He sighed, wondering why he was still getting the mail when he could have sworn he requested long ago that it be sent to the spam folder.
Without thinking twice, Nick clicked ‘yes’.
Nicholas and Kaylee laughed as they sat on top of a large wardrobe case, sipping their juice boxes and kicking their dangling legs.
“Nice job kids!” A passing cast member praised as she walked by, smiling at the two.
“Thanks!” They replied. When the woman was gone, Kaylee placed her drink beside her and leaned back, using both hands to support her body.
“I can’t believe tonight was our last show.” She sighed.
“I know! It was so fast!” Her friend agreed. There was silence for a few moments as the children reminisced on the past few months. They had met on the day auditions for the play were held and bonded during the long wait to try out. They each found out separately that they got the parts they had wanted and met again at the first rehearsal. For months they spent long days and nights together as they practiced. Then the big day came, opening night. They had both done Broadway shows before, but no two shows were ever the same. Every weekend for the next few weeks was a new adventure as they took the stage with the people who had become like their second family and showed off what they had accomplished during rehearsals. And now, it was over. They were at the cast party, but it was getting late and although they would never admit it, both of them were exhausted.
“Nicholas, mom’s looking for you, we’re leaving.” Nicholas and his friend turned to see his oldest brother coming towards them. “I’m pretty sure your parents are about ready to go too Kay.” He held onto both of their arms for assistance as they jumped down from their place on the huge box.
“Goodbye Nicholas!” Kaylee smiled, urging herself not to show her reluctance to see her companion go.
“Bye Kaylee.” They stood awkwardly, Nicholas looking up at his brother. He rolled his eyes.
“Fine, five minutes. Meet us in the lobby.” He agreed.
“Bye Kevin!” Kaylee called as he walked away. He paused briefly to wave. “Don’t forget to remind your mom to call my mom; they said we could visit in the summer.” She continued, turning back to Nicholas.
“Yea I know. Hey, maybe we’ll even be in another show together. Are you auditioning for anything soon?”
“Nah, I’m taking a break from Broadway. My dad says I’m getting too far behind in school.”
“Kaylee Ann, we’re leaving!” Kaylee sighed.
“Guess I better go.” She said. Nicholas nodded, giving a small wave to Mrs. Anderson, Kaylee’s mother who was waiting impatiently for her daughter to come.
“Me too.” There was another awkward silence. “I’ll miss you.”
“You too.” The kids stepped forward, embracing each other in a tight hug. Kaylee sniffed. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Let’s promise we’ll stay in touch no matter what, ok? And when we’re older, we’ll see each other again and we’ll stay friends and love each other forever no matter what. Like the song!” She giggled, beginning to sing a line from the song, “No Matter What” from the play. Nicholas smiled and nodded, very happy with the idea.
“No matter what.” He agreed, holding his hand out. They performed their special handshake before going their separate directions.
“You did great tonight honey.” Nicholas’s mother exclaimed as he approached them, holding her arms out and pulling him into a smothering hug. His father agreed, patting his son on the back as he complimented his performance. Then the three of them, along with his two older brothers, left the theater and found their way to their car. As their father started the engine, Joseph, Nicholas’s brother, pointed out the window and smirked.
“There goes your little girlfriend.” Nicholas looked to where he was pointing and scowled.
“She’s not my girlfriend!” He argued, hiding his smile as he watched Kaylee and her parents walk to their own car, her long, golden brown hair blowing in the wind around her smiling face.
“Ignore him, he’s just jealous you can get a girl.” Kevin teased. Joseph glared at his older brother. “What? Are you saying you finally got the guts to ask what’s-her-face to the dance on Friday?”
“You know what? That’s none of your business!” Joseph decided. Kevin scoffed.
“Just wait, by Thursday he’ll be begging me to help him get her to go with him.” He whispered to his youngest brother. Nicholas giggled, turning away and leaving his siblings bickering on either side of him. He took one last glance out the window as they drove away. Kaylee’s figure got smaller and smaller as they got farther and he repeated her words in his mind.
Let’s promise we’ll stay in touch, no matter what. And when we’re older, we’ll see each other again and stay friends and love each other. No matter what happens.
Nick groaned, turning over in his bed. Seconds later, the feeling of something hitting him on the head came again. He threw his arm up in the air, waving away whoever had come into the room. He heard a muffled chuckle and felt it again. Nick shot up, glaring at the perpetrator. Joe laughed, jumping down from the first step on the ladder he had perched himself on.
“Last one up dude, you know what that means.” He sneered, closing the bedroom door as he left. Nicholas groaned again, this time for a different reason. He pulled himself out from under the blankets and crawled over the pillows his brother had thrown at him. As quickly as possible he got dressed and put his younger brother and roommate’s pillows back on his bunk and straightened up both of their beds. He then headed across the hall to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ran a comb through his naturally curly hair before running downstairs to the kitchen. Just as he suspected, five empty plates, all coated in sticky syrup and pancake crumbs sat on the table waiting for him. A single still full plate sat in front of his spot at the table, stacked high with a delicious breakfast.
“Good morning Nicholas!” His dad greeted as he entered the room.
“Morning.” Nick replied, sitting down to eat.
“Slept in today, huh?” Nick nodded and his dad gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s our first day back after the tour; I think we can withdraw the deal for today.” Nick watched as his father began stacking the dirty dishes that lay waiting on the table and carried them to the sink.
“Thanks dad.” Nick smiled. There had been a tradition in the Jonas household for years, whoever showed up to breakfast last took care of dishes. The same went for lunch and dinner.
“Hey dad?” Nick asked suddenly, stopping his father from continuing to walk out of the room. He turned back and looked at his son. “Are we doing anything today?”
“No, today’s all for you boys. Do whatever you want.” Nick smiled and got up to put his cleared dish away.
“I think I’m gonna go ride my bike around the neighborhood.” He decided. His dad nodded.
“Have fun.” He said before leaving. Nick ran out to the back yard, wheeled his bicycle out of the garage, and headed to the front of the house. As he prepared to mount the bike, a white envelope sticking out of the mailbox caught his eye. He carefully laid his bike down on the lawn and jumped to the top of the few stairs leading to the front door. He examined the envelope; it was addressed to ‘Nicholas’. Any personal mail was sent to just their first names, so that in case it got lost in the mail no fan accidentally ended up with a letter meant for Nick Jonas or his brothers. That was like asking for the girls to come track them down at home on their days off. Nick tore open the envelope, only to find a smaller envelope with a post-it note stuck onto it. He skimmed the small notice; it was from JT, the guitarist of his band. Apparently a fan had given him the envelope back in New York, one of their earlier stops on the tour, and he had forgotten to pass it on to Nick, so he mailed it instead. Nick crumpled the small yellow square up and stuck it in his back pocket, then opened the front door and tossed the letter into the fan mail bin that was resting on the first landing of the staircase, just recently taken off the tour bus and brought inside. He then raced back outside, got on his bike, and began riding, enjoying the chilled wind on his face and the sound of his tires speeding across the pavement. He erased all thoughts of the white envelope from his mind, forgetting the little he knew about it. He didn’t know who sent it and had a very vague idea of when it was sent. He hadn’t taken more than a quick glance at it and failed to realize what was written on it.
To Nicholas
Love Kaylee Anderson <3
Love Kaylee Anderson <3
Nick groaned, turning over in his bed. Seconds later, the feeling of something hitting him on the head came again. He threw his arm up in the air, waving away whoever had come into the room. He heard a muffled chuckle and felt it again. Nick shot up, glaring at the perpetrator. Joe laughed, jumping down from the first step on the ladder he had perched himself on.
“Last one up dude, you know what that means.” He sneered, closing the bedroom door as he left. Nicholas groaned again, this time for a different reason. He pulled himself out from under the blankets and crawled over the pillows his brother had thrown at him. As quickly as possible he got dressed and put his younger brother and roommate’s pillows back on his bunk and straightened up both of their beds. He then headed across the hall to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ran a comb through his naturally curly hair before running downstairs to the kitchen. Just as he suspected, five empty plates, all coated in sticky syrup and pancake crumbs. A single still full plate sat in front of his spot at the table, stacked high with a delicious breakfast.
“Good morning Nicholas!” His dad greeted as he entered the room.
“Morning.” Nick replied, sitting down to eat.
“Slept in today, huh?” Nick nodded and his dad gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s our first day back after the tour; I think we can withdraw the deal for today.” Nick watched as his father began stacking the dirty dishes that lay waiting on the table and carried them to the sink.
“Thanks dad.” Nick smiled. There had been a tradition in the Jonas household for years, whoever showed up to breakfast last took care of dishes. The same went for lunch and dinner.
“Hey dad?” Nick asked suddenly, stopping his father from continuing to walk out of the room. He turned back and looked at his son. “Are we doing anything today?”
“No, today’s all for you boys. Do whatever you want.” Nick smiled and got up to put his cleared dish away.
“I think I’m gonna go ride my bike around the neighborhood.” He decided. His dad nodded.
“Have fun.” He said before leaving. Nick ran out to the back yard, wheeled his bicycle out of the garage, and headed to the front of the house. As he prepared to mount the bike, a white envelope sticking out of the mailbox caught his eye. He carefully laid his bike down on the lawn and jumped to the top of the few stairs leading to the front door. He examined the envelope; it was addressed to ‘Nicholas’. Any personal mail was sent to just their first names, so that in case it got lost in the mail no fan accidentally ended up with a letter meant for Nick Jonas or his brothers. That was like asking for the girls to come track them down at home on their days off. Nick tore open the envelope, only to find a smaller envelope with a post-it note stuck onto it. He skimmed the small notice; it was from JT, the guitarist of his band. Apparently a fan had given him the envelope back in New York, one of their earlier stops on the tour, and he had forgotten to pass it on to Nick, so he mailed it instead. Nick crumpled the small yellow square up and stuck it in his back pocket, then opened the front door and tossed the letter into the fan mail bin that was resting on the first landing of the staircase, just recently taken off the tour bus and brought inside. He then raced back outside, got on his bike, and began riding, enjoying the chilled wind on his face and the sound of his tires speeding across the pavement. He erased all thoughts of the white envelope from his mind, forgetting the little he knew about it. He didn’t know who sent it and had a very vague idea of when it was sent. He hadn’t taken more than a quick glance at it and failed to realize what was written on it.
To Nicholas
Love Kaylee Anderson <3
“I’m bored Nick!” Frankie complained, leaning over and throwing his body onto his brother’s lap. Nick shifted under the sudden weight, lifting up his laptop so that it wouldn’t get crushed by the young boy.
“Well what do you want me to do? I’m busy, you should have gone shopping with the others.” He said, starting to get annoyed with his position of baby-sitter. True, family was extremely important to him and he loved his kid brother, but he had just spent months on a bus with him, and after a while you find yourself in need of a break from hyperactive eight year olds.
“Busy with what?” Frankie demanded. Nick sighed.
"Checking my email. Then I should probably start sorting through fan mail. Why don’t you go next-door and play with Noah? I’m sure she’d like that.” He suggested, scanning the long list of unread messages. He saw his brother grimace out of the corner of his eye. “What? There’s a kid living right next-door who’s exactly your age. You should take advantage of it more.”
“In case you forgot, that same kid has a sister your age. I don’t see you running over there to see her.” It was Nick’s turn to make a face.
“You know I can’t do that. There’s all the pictures and rumors that would get out to consider, and it’s different when you’re sixteen and don’t have the greatest past with the person.” Frankie stared at his brother blankly. “Fine, you want something to do, start sorting through the box of fan mail over there, there’s bound to be a few things for you in there. Just let me finish this, ok? We’ll play after.” Frankie willingly dragged the box over to the couch and started separating the assorted envelopes and packages into five piles, one for each of the boys, the band as a whole, and other family members such as himself and his parents. Meanwhile, Nick selected several emails to delete, many coming from an address he didn’t recognize. He had been receiving messages from it for years, never opening them since he didn’t know who it was. If it was a fan that somehow got a hold of his screen name, at least she didn’t seem to be spreading it around. From what he could tell, she was from New York and was born in 1992. He sighed, wondering why he was still getting the mail when he could have sworn he requested long ago that it be sent to the spam folder.
DELETE MESSAGE FROM broadwaychick92?
Without thinking twice, Nick clicked ‘yes’.
i was too lazy to re-read it so there might be some typos...
