Corey's pov
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 pile 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. Elmer, which meant that Nicole wouldn’t be able to go.
I sighed, and started thinking of second choices. My cousin, Kathryn loved 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.

Chapter II

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
I hit the snooze.
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
My eyes snapped open. I remembered what to day was: December 27, 2007. The day Nicole, Mom, and I would leave for New York City.
Yesterday my mom had spent all day on the phone, convincing Mrs. Elmer to allow Nicole to come with us; however, really, she was setting up what time the Elmers were coming over today to take us to the airport. What I didn’t know, was the extra ticket was intended for Nicole to begin with, my parents had ready cleared it with Mrs. Elmer, they were playing a trick on me.
Anyway, our flight was at ten o’clock that morning, and Mom wanted to be at the airport at 8:30, so we had to leave the house by 7:45. Thus, my alarm clock was going off at 6:51, to allow for one snooze.
I sat up, walked to my bright yellow bathroom, and looked at my pitiful reflection. I was, and still am, five foot, one, maybe five two. My eyes are still hazel, and when I wear blue, they look blue, green, they look green.
I undressed, and hopped into the shower. Fifteen minuets later, I was out and running to my bedroom as to not be seen by my mother, or father, for that matter.
Next was the hard part. What to wear??? The actual concert was the next day, but what if I saw them in the airport terminal?! Didn’t they say that was the most common place they saw fans? Did I want them to see me in my sweats? No. So I compromised on stretch jeans, and my favorite navy blue hoodie, and my blue Chuck Taylors, oh, and my blue and black stud belt.
After brushing my hair, the only thing left to do was unplug my iPod, and grab something to eat. So I ran to the basement to unplug it, and on the way back up I grabbed a pop-tart.
DING DONG
That was the doorbell, telling us that the Elmers were here. I picked up my bags, Mom did the same, and together we walked to, as Nicole calls it, the big white box, but more commonly known as a van.

Right now I need to explain something; the thing that really drew me to the Jonas Brothers was Nick. Not because he’s hot, which I’m not saying he isn’t, because he is, but the main thing was because of his diabetes. The reason that caught my attention was the fact that Nicole, who was going with me to the concert, is also a diabetic. I fully planed on asking Nick about his diabetes, if I got the chance, my parents didn’t get us VIP passes or meet and greet passes, go figure.

Anyway, the first thing Mom wanted to know was when the last time Nicole tested and her number. I rolled my eyes as she asked this, Mom was so paranoid, but, then again, she was basically taking Nicole’s life into her hands, she was going to be thorough.
We road the rest of the way in silence, I was listening, of course, to the Jonas Brothers on my iPod, but I don’t know what Nicole was to on listening to on hers.
When we arrived, 45 minuets later, to the airport, Mrs. Elmer wished us luck, whatever that was for. I again rolled my eyes as I remembered she too, was paranoid. She probably thought that someone would try to highjack the plane Nicole, Mom and I were on. I snickered at the thought.
After the curb side check, Nicole and I linked arms, and skipped around the airport. We all stopped and had a breakfast that looked only slightly better than my pop-tart. On the way to the terminal, we stopped and looked at all the little stores they have in the airport for bored people.
At 9:30 we boarded our plane, and at promptly ten o’clock, the plane took off. We were finally on our way to New York City.
And ultimately, to the Jonas Brothers concert.

Chapter III

I laid in bed, unable to believe the fact that I was actually going to go to a Jonas Brothers concert. My mind kept wondering, making up things that would NEVER happen. Like for example, Nick passing out on stage because his blood sugar was WAY too low or WAY too high, and, Nicole and I, rushing on stage, all calm like, me, taking out her testing kit, me, testing his blood sugar, and, ultimately, me, saving his life. I started laughing at my self. All of my little day dreams ended up with me saving the person that it was about’s life. Always.
Eventually I must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing I remember was Nicole yelling in my ear to get the *beep* up.
“COREY!!!! GOD!!! You sleep forever!!!”
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Cole; usually I’m up before you.” I told, her pissed off. I was having a perfect dream, again, about me saving Nick’s life.
I looked at the clock, 12 noon. I groaned, I hated it when I slept in that late, the day was already half over. I only had like, six hours to decide what to wear. I wanted to look nice but I didn’t want to . . . stick out per se. Like I wasn’t going to wear what I wore on the plane, nor did I want to go looking like I was at some kind of dance or something.
I laughed, what was I thinking??? My plan was to play it cool. I wasn’t going to be the fan that was like, fanning herself because she was about to faint, but I wasn’t going to be the person that didn’t want to be there. I was just going to be in the middle in every thing.
“So, what do you girls want to do to day?” Mom asked us.
“Idk, my bff Jill,” Nicole told her.
I laughed, I guess that’s what happens when you’re in marching band; you start thinking pervertedly.
“I dunno, it’s already noon, so maybe we should just have lunch and then Cole and I can go to the pool or something.”
“Yea let’s do that, Corey’s mom,” Nicole said.
Mom rolled her eyes, “Okay –“
“Wait, is the continental breakfast still going on?” I asked.
“Yeeea, I think so.”
“Sweet!! Let’s go Cole!” I exclaimed, changing my shirt and putting on a bra, “Hey, Nicole, let’s just put on our suits now, so we can just walk over to the pool from the . . . crap, what’s it called . . . kitchen thing . . . place where you eat. Whatever it’s called.”
She knew what I was talking about, because she said okay.

***
“Hey, you. On the computer again??? What story are you typing now?” the love of my life asks.
“Our Story. Hey I think that’s what I’ll call it . . . Our Story. I like it, thanks!” I tell him. However I can tell I have put a damper on his mood, our story isn’t the best one ever, but I need to tell it. So that the child that grows within me can learn from our mistakes.
“What part are you at?” he asks.
“The continental breakfast, why?”
“Can I tell it?”
“I . . . yea, sure.” This is weird, he usually doesn’t want anything to do with my stories, “Go ahead; take over.”
***

(Nick's pov)
Chapter IV

I looked up because I heard the door open and close. In came two girls that looked to be around my age they were both really short, but the one that had shoulder length hair was maybe an inch taller than the other. The taller one let out a howl of laughter, because the other tripped. The shorter one smacked her up side the head, which made her laugh harder.
They went along the line food line, and after doing so, they turned around to look for seats, and so did I. The only two seats left were the ones right across form us. They seemed to notice this as well, for they started walking over. I watched their eyes for signs of recognition, as they got closer, they started to realize who we were, or their eyes told me this. However, they simply continued to walk over in a calm fashion. They didn’t get all excited and fussy over their hair and what not.
I liked that.
“Hello, may we sit here?” the shorter one asked
I was about to say yea sure, but Kevin beet me to it.
“I’m Nicole, and this is Corey,” the shorter one continued.
The one called Corey seemed to be debating with herself as she sat down next to me.
To break the silence, Kevin said, “I’m Kevin, that’s Joe, and this is Nick,” gesturing to each of us in turn.
Nicole and Corey each reached out their hands to shake all of ours.
There was an awkward silence. Corey laughed, and said, “Gay baby!” Nicole burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry what?” I asked, this seemed to be an inside joke.
Corey turned to look at me and said, “Every time there’s an awkward silence, a gay baby is born, didn’t you know that?!”
Joe burst out laughing, “That’s good, I’m gonna remember that!”
The rest of the time, we made small talk, but we never touched on what brought each group to New York City.
About an hour later, Nicole and Corey excused themselves to go to the pool, “You ready Cole?”
“Yea, hold on, lemme bolas.”
“Wait are you diabetic?” I asked. Joe whacked me on the head, and said, “Don’t be rude, Nick.”
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Joe,” Corey told him. We all started laughing, and Nicole told me that she was indeed diabetic, and that it was okay that I asked.

Chapter V

I had to play it safe, I didn’t want Kevin or Joe, but especially not Joe, to think I liked Corey. Or Nicole for that matter.
“So, you guys wanna go . . . to . . . the er, pool?” I asked, I groaned inwardly, I TOTATLY just gave myself away. DAMN!!
Kevin looked at me, “Sure, Nick. Joe, we’re going for a swim, are you coming?”
“HELL YEA!!! Let’s go get our suits!! RACE YA!!”
Together, we all ran in to our room, however, Joe was there first.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you boys doing?” Mom asked.
Thank you Mother!!! I thought, I grabbed my suit and snuck in to the bathroom, Joe could take FOREVER, and I didn’t want to miss Corey at the pool. I could hear Kevin telling mom what had happened at breakfast. Joe must’ve tried to do the same thing I did, because I heard him trying to open the bathroom door. Lucky for him I was done.
“JOE, HURRY IT UP!!!” Kevin yelled.
“SORRY,” Joe said as he walked out of the bathroom, “Jeez, can’t a man take a crap in peace???”
“Not when you are using a public toilet,” I told him.
Finally, ten minuets later, we all made our way to the pool.

***
“So, my dear, what part are you at now?” Corey asks.
“Joe, Kevin and I are on our way to the pool, why?”
“Well I kinda wanted to tell the pool scene from my point of view.”
“Oh, okay, well here you go,” I say.
***