yikes. ok, calm down. haha.
and thank you
ive had this written for a while, but i wasnt happy with how it turned out. im still not 100% satisfied with it. but i cant fix it anymore, so here ya go.
“Nicholas?” Nick jumped in his seat and looked at his mother, clueless. She raised an eyebrow. “I said, don’t you think it’s time to get to bed?” She asked, glancing up from her book to look at her son.
“Oh.” Nick shifted nervously on the couch. “You know, I was thinking.”
“Uh oh.” Joe smirked. Kevin snickered at the remark and Nick glared at both of them.
“Maybe for tonight we should switch it up a bit.”
“Oh?” The boys’ mother asked with an amused grin.
“Yea. You know, maybe, oh I don’t know, me and Joe together or something.” Nick suggested. “Just to…see if it works. You
were talking about Kevin having his own room and putting us together.”
“Yea, and then we’re still sharing and Frankie gets a room to himself. I never did like that plan.” Joe said nonchalantly, keeping his eyes fixed on the TV in front of him.
“You bunk with Nick on the bus.” Kevin reminded him.
“And here’s our chance to see if we can manage to share a room at home without killing each other. We’re leaving tomorrow, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity!” Nick insisted, determined to get out of sleeping with Frankie that night. He had a 4 AM flight. Frankie wasn’t the world’s heaviest sleeper, and just like any good eight year old, he was a snitch. Nick had a better chance of sneaking out with only Joe in the room.
“Is that ok with you, Kevin?” Mrs. Jonas sighed, deciding it was too late to deal with an argument. Kevin shrugged.
“Doesn’t make a difference to me.”
“Then Nick, take his bed, Kevin, take Nick’s. Now all of you, to bed! You have a big day tomorrow!” The boys reluctantly got up.
“’Night mom, I love you.” They each said in turn as they kissed their mother goodnight.
“I love you too, get some rest.” Nick eagerly headed towards the bedrooms, walking ahead of his brothers.
“’Night man, see you in the morning.” Joe yawned as he joined his younger brother in his room. Nick nodded.
“Goodnight.” He replied. “Um, I’ll be right back.” He added suddenly. Joe shrugged, pulling his pajamas out of a drawer.
“I’ll be asleep.” He replied with mock enthusiasm. Nick ignored the comment and sprinted out of the room and into the one across the hall, his own. When he entered, he could just make out the outline of Kevin’s head, fumbling around in the dark trying to change his shirt without waking Frankie.
“Change your mind?” He whispered.
“No, I forgot my pajamas.” Nick replied, crossing the room and quietly opening the top drawer of his dresser. He glanced back at his brother as he slipped the clothes out of it, making sure he wasn’t watching. He tucked the pajamas under his arm, careful of the position he held them in and checking to make sure the two pieces of paper he had hid were still folded into the cloth. He then snuck downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Still up?” His dad’s voice startled him. Nick sighed. How hard was it to get around here without being seen?
“Just getting a glass of water.” He smiled innocently. His father nodded. The instant he turned away, Nick opened the fridge and slid a can of red bull under his pajamas, hiding it. Before his dad could notice anything and ask questions, he ran back to Joe’s room and threw himself on Kevin’s bed. He let out a deep breath. “My god, I can’t even do that much without getting caught, how am I supposed to fly to New York unnoticed?” He mumbled to himself, opening the energy drink and taking a long sip. He’d need all the caffeine he could get.
“Hmm?” He heard Joe murmur from across the room. Nick bit his lip and stayed completely still. His plan worked, Joe was half asleep already and when he didn’t get a response from his younger brother, he turned over and forgot he heard anything. Nick grinned and slowly sat up in the bed, peeking over at Joe to make sure he was still sleeping. He noticed Kevin’s iPod sitting on the nightstand and grabbed it, holding a pillow over it so the light wouldn’t illuminate the entire room. He took another sip of his Red Bull and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, quietly revealing the papers he had hidden in his pajamas, careful as he unfolded them not to make a sound. One paper was his boarding pass, printed from the internet. He put it safely on the nightstand and stared at the second paper, taking in the lavender scent of the stationary and the carefree, flowing handwriting of the letter itself. As he held the iPod up to the page to light it up, he glanced at the time. 11:45, only a couple of hours before he’d have to leave. He sighed and took another sip of Red Bull. In the darkness of the room, he reread the letter from Kaylee over and over again and plotted his escape.
The muffled sound of beeping startled Nick. Quickly, before it could make too much noise, he reached under his pillow and pulled out the old watch, stabbing his finger over the small button on the side to stop the alarm. He looked across the room to his brother and sighed in relief when he saw Joe was still asleep. He couldn’t help but grin in the glory of having the brilliant idea of switching rooms for the night. He carefully placed the watch on the nightstand beside him and stood, smoothing out his jeans and t-shirt. He sprinted lightly to the door and tiptoed through the hallway, pushing the door to his own bedroom open as slowly as he could. It creaked, and Nick froze, deciding the opening was big enough for him to slip through. As quiet as he possibly could, he crept through the room, past the bunk beds where his brothers lay fast asleep, and to his closet. He was grateful to see that after he had purposefully left the door open earlier in the afternoon, nobody had bothered to close it again. He pulled a filled duffel bag out of the closet and slung it carefully over his shoulder. He then picked up a pair of shoes off the floor and silently left the room, gently closing the door behind him. He managed to make it down the stairs to the first floor without the wood creaking and without stumbling in the darkness. After checking to make sure he had both his boarding pass and Kaylee’s letter tucked safely in his back pocket, he unlocked the front door and slowly pulled it open, keeping his eyes on the dark stairs. He thought for a moment that he heard something move on the next floor, but nobody came and he told himself it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He got himself quickly outside and as soon as he left the property, broke out into a run. He rounded the corner and stopped, collapsing to the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath; his breathing had become heavy from both the exhaustion of running and the exhilaration of what he was doing. After a few moments, he pulled a small map out of his duffel bag and studied it. He gave up after looking the paper over a few times, noting that it would have been a good idea to look more into how he was going to get to the airport that afternoon. Frustrated, he stuffed the map back into his bag and kept walking. It was a long way, but after a while of shifting between jogging and walking, he was on the edge of the downtown area. He caught a bus and went immediately to an empty seat in the far back corner, leaning toward the window and trying to conceal himself as much as possible. He didn’t want to risk wasting time by being recognized by a fan, or even worse, ruining his entire plan by being recognized by paparazzi. As he stared out the window, he didn’t take any notice to the people getting on the bus after him. Throughout the ride he got the feeling he was being watched, but it was a feeling he had become used to, and he ignored it. The next stop was announced over the intercom and Nick straightened up. He peered outside; he could see the airport in the distance. This was as far as he could get by bus; he’d have to finish the journey on foot. He gathered his things and hurried outside, mumbling a quick thank you to the driver as he jumped down the steps. As quickly as he could, he made his way across the area separating him and the bustling airport. He heard footsteps behind him, and out of the corner of his eye he could just barely make out the outline of a man. He walked faster, wishing he had worn something-anything-with a hood, anything to protect his identity. His hair was a dead giveaway. No doubt there’d be pictures of him at that moment on all the celebrity gossip sites within hours.
“Get out of here.” He grumbled, doing the best he could to disguise his voice. Maybe he could convince the photographer he was just another curly haired guy, that he was just mistaking and Nick Jonas was simply at home preparing for a great tour. Somehow he doubted it though. The man behind him didn’t respond, so Nick decided to ignore him. There was nothing else he could do; he had a plane to catch. Finally he made it to the large building and went in the nearest door, not caring whether or not it was his terminal. It wasn’t, and he ended up walking across the entire airport. Better to do inside than out, he thought. Even at 2:00 in the morning, the place was just a mob of people hurrying in various directions. He ignored every stare and shout out he got from tired fans being dragged along by their parents, until he heard one call that was too familiar to go unnoticed.
“Nicholas Jerry Jonas, stop right there.” The voice said sternly. Nick spun around, recognizing it instantly. He groaned.
“What are you doing here?” He asked frantically.
“Sir, your boarding pass and ID or license please?” Nick sighed and turned back around.
“Yea, here.” He mumbled, shoving the identification at the security guard. “What are you doing here?” He repeated, more angrily than surprised this time.
“Funny, I was going to ask you the same exact thing.” Nick shook his head, his gaze turning to a glare.
“You may proceed down this hallway to gate 44E, enjoy your trip and thank you for flying.” The security woman said, sounding rehearsed. She handed Nick back his things.
“Thank you.” Nick flashed her a smile and hurried past her, breaking into a run. He heard his name being called after him, but didn’t turn back. He couldn’t let anyone catch up to him. He had made it so far, he could see his gate just down the hall. His plan had gone so well, too well. And if he was stopped now, it would be all for nothing.
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