Chapter I

   “Look and here’s where I met them!!” Adie said for the billionth time.
   Our chemistry teacher, Mr. John finished his lesson early again so Abigail and Kara were goggling over Adie’s pictures of the Jonas Brothers . . . AGAIN.
   I just watched. I had my iPod out and was listening to Goodnight and Goodbye I really wanted to see those pictures but every time I leaned over to look, Adie snatched the camera away.
   I knew for a fact that I loved the Jonas Brother’s music, but I wasn’t sure if I had a ‘crush’ on them. I say that because I don’t – didn’t – get ‘star crushes’. I mean, what’s the point??? You’re never going to meet them, and if you do, they aren’t going to remember you – you’ll be just another fan.
   Unless you really stick out.

   For Christmas that year, I asked for a cell phone. You would think that a 15 year old sophomore would have one –but I didn’t. I told everyone that I was going to die before my parents offered to pay for one.
   Well that Christmas I must have died and was resurrected, because I got a phone. A Motorola V3 Razr, black.
   I was ecstatic.
   I wanted to call all my friends and tell them the news, but my parents said not today – meaning it was Christmas – wait. So reluctantly I returned to my dwindling pike of gifts. I dived for two CD shaped packages, hoping they were the two Jonas Brothers CDs I’d asked for.
   They were.
   I saw only one other package and again it was CD shaped. I was confused, as far as I knew they only had two CDs out. I hesitantly picked it up; I didn’t trust my parents with my music.
   I opened it up. It wasn’t a CD, but it looked like one, my parents had printed out a picture of the Jonas Brothers, and placed it in the front cover, and on the back the back wrote out all their songs. However, where there should have been a CD there were two tickets to a Jonas Brothers concert in New Your City.
   “Sweet!!” I said. “Wait . . . don’t tell me that the other ticket is for . . .” I paused, dreading their answer, my parents were SO over protective, “one of . . . you.”
   My dad laughed out loud, “We’re not sending you to New York on your own, but, no, we weren’t planning on going with you to the concert . . . unless you want us to.”
   What was he smoking??? I was NOT about to take my PARENTS to a Jonas Brothers concert. “So, someone else, of MY choice, and I can go to a Jonas Brothers concert, by ourselves . . . in a new city?”
   They didn’t get it.
   “Can I take Nicole?”
   “Errrm . . . .”
   “You said I could choose anyone I wanted!!”
   I knew why they were hesitating, but it was kinda pissing me off that they didn’t think of me picking her.
   “We’ll see.”
   Meaning we’ll talk to Mrs. Ulmer, which ment that Nicole wouldn’t be able to go.
   I sighed, and started thinking of second choices. My cousin, Kathryn love the Jonas Brothers, well Year 3000, but I really didn’t want to take her, we didn’t get along the best . . . well we didn’t fight per se, but, we just didn’t get along.
   I couldn’t really think of anyone else that liked the Jonas Brothers as much as I did.
   Well . . . I correct myself, I couldn’t think of anyone that I liked that also liked the Jonas Brothers as much as I did.