Chapter 2- Nick Jonas?

I woke up the next morning, clearly hungover. I took a shower, even though my head was pounding so hard I was going to throw up. I changed, did my makeup, and then grabbed my phone. A random number texted me, it said

Hey, it's Nick. I didn't wanna text you last night, cause that would be weird, but do you wanna go out for coffee today? Just let me know. -Nick

I texted back saying this;

Hey, I'd love to go out for coffee. -Kade

Sweet, how bout I pick you up at 11? -Nick

Sure, sounds good (: -Kade

I ran downstairs with my stuff, seeing how it was 10:50. I went into my dad's office to find him screaming at someone on the phone. I slowly backed out of there, and went into the kitchen. I wrote him a note saying I went out for coffee, again. Maybe it was a good thing he was on the phone, cause I would be hit with a storm of questions. I waited in the foyer for Nick to come, and when he finally did, I sprinted outside. I got into his car, and he smiled. "Hey," I said while fixing my hair. "How are you?" He asked. "Good, and glad that you came at the perfect time because my dad was just getting off the phone and he woulda gone insane if he knew I was going out with a guy." I said that a little too quickly, and Nick laughed at me. I smiled, relieved that he didn't think I was a freak. We pulled out of the driveway and made our way to the little coffee shop down the street. Once we got there, Nick held the door open for me, and we made our way inside. I ordered my usual caramel macchiato, and Nick just got plain coffee. After we made a scene about whether I was paying or not, he payed, and we settled into a little booth. "I can't believe you wanted to pay." He laughed at me. I just smiled shyly. "So, you never told me your last name." I said while taking a sip of my coffee. "Ohh, Jonas." He said while leaning back into the booth. It took a while for my mind to register that I was with Nick Jonas, and when I finally did, I slammed my hand on the table. He was waiting for that reaction cause he didn't flinch at all. "Nick Jonas, as in Nick Jonas from the Jonas Brothers?" I asked, in shock. "Yeah, that's me." He said. I had heard of them before, never listened to their music, but I had heard they were pretty good. "That's so cool," I while getting my head back down to Earth. "I didn't want to tell you, because all the other girls I've met only wanted to hang out with me cause I'm famous," I could tell he was getting deep. "Well I won't be like that," I promised him. "I know I kind of rushed into this, but there was something about your sarcasm last night that made me want to know you," he said while looking down, trying not to make eye contact. I laughed. "No guy has ever said that to me before. I always come off to strong, or not strong enough." I said while trying to catch his gaze. He looked at me, "you came off perfectly when I met you." I looked at him. "I was drunk." I stammered. "But I could tell you were a good person." He told me. "I have to tell you something," I told him. "Go ahead," he looked me in the eyes. "I don't know how you'll take this, but I hope you don't take it the wrong way." I looked away from him. "I, I, I have a drinking problem. A bad one. I can't help it." I looked back at him, to see his expression. He had the same look on his face, serious, but a touch of sensetivity. "Well that can be fixed," he told me while touching my hand that was on the table. There was a weird feeling when he did that. A good weird, he and I both noticed. From here on out, I knew there was a spark between us.

Remember how I said my dad tries to keep me out of trouble? Look at the word tries. Tries means he makes and attempt to, but it just doesn't work. I'm not a troublemaker, but sometimes, I tend to get out of hand. I'm a drinker. A big drinker. Luckily, a special boy saved me from it, and you'll find out a little later.

"Skye, come on!" I pulled my best friend, Skye, into the closest bar I could find. I pulled out my fake ID and asked for a beer. The gave me it, and some random guy pulled me onto the dance floor. "And what's your name pretty little lady?" He asked me, I could clearly tell he was drunk, but that didn't mean I couldn't have a little bit of fun. "I'm Kade," I screamed over the loud music. "Why hello, Jane." He said while putting his beer down. I looked around funny. "My name's Kade," I said again. "I heard you Jane," he gave me a look.

After a while, and 4 beers, I thought it might be time I went outside for fresh air. I looked around for Skye, but I couldn't find her. I pulled out my phone. I had a text from her. She said she went home. "Whimp," I said to myself. There was no one but a few couples outside, so I went back in. I got another beer, and once I started dancing again, I felt like I was going to be sick. I ran outside and hung my head over the railing. I don't know how, but someone was right beside me, holding my hair back from my face. Once I was done throwing up, I turned to him. He was just standing there staring at me. His big brown eyes made my heart melt, and his curly brown hair was just icing on the cake. I sat down on the ground, and the guy did too. "I'm Nick," he said softly. "Kade," I said while putting my hair into a pony. "What are you doing here? You look way too young to be drinking and partying like that," he was starting to sound like my dad. "Why do you care?" I shot at him. "I don't, all I'm saying is that you don't look 21," he shot back. "Well, I don't care what you think. And you're right. I'm not 21. I'm 17." I snapped, then got up and tried walking. "Um, where are you going?" He asked while following me. "To my car. Is that okay with you?" I whipped around, and it made me tip to the side a little. "No, I'm not letting you kill yourself. I'll take you home," he fumbled around in his pockets in search of his keys. "Okay, dad," I joked. He gave me a dirty look and led me to his car. "Where do you live?" He asked. "Uhhh, 37 Bear Hill," I said while stuffing my phone into my purse. "Hey, I live on that street," he looked over at me. "What house number?" I asked. "14," he said. "Oh cool, did you just move in?" I asked. "Yeah, we lived in a different part of Jersey before." He nodded his head. "Oh sweet," I said, I wasn't in the mood to get into details. He started up the car and then drove me home. "Nice house," he said while looking up at the house. It's up on a hill, and it's pretty big. It almost looks like a barn with a ton of windows. "Well, thanks for bringing me home," I smiled while getting out. "Wait, can I have your number? You know, incase we like wanna have coffee sometime?" He looked around nervously. "Sure," I wrote it down on a napkin, and then shut the door.

I got inside my house and closed the door as quietly as I could. "Where have you been?" My dad was standing in the foyer waiting for me. "Uh, I was at the carnival on the beach," I said, lying through my teeth. "The carnival closes at 10, it's 1:30, where were you?" He barked at me. "I went out for coffee with this guy I met, no biggie." I said while shugging. He just looked at me, then walked into his office. I'm such a good liar.

I've never known what love really is. I mean, I have a dad that loves me, but there's really no one else. My mom, well, let's just say we haven't seen eachother in years, so I don't even know her. My sister, well, she's in college, and she treats me like a little baby. My dad tries so hard to keep me out of trouble, and out of the 'bad groups' because he's scared I'm going to run off like my mom did. It's not that he's over-protective, he's just scared to be lonely. My mom left him when I was 4, and he was all alone with a 4 year old and a 9 year old to take care of. He's always been there for me. Every soccer game and every softball game, there he was, front row.

Of course now, that gets a little annoying. The name's Kade. I'm 17, living in New Jersey. Some of the most amazing times of my life started one night on the shore.