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Wouldn’t It Be Nice- The Beach Boys
People pressed in around me as his hand dragged me forward. I felt the odd sensation of being suffocated. Cameras were flashing, arms reaching out to try to grab me, people yelling. Dante’s inferno appeared to raging down on me, and my only means of salvation was his hand in mine. He kept me going, moving quickly through the crowd. This was all too much, too soon.
I heard the voice of the band’s manager ring over the crowd. “Gentleman, please, let us through. We will be holding a press conference later today to talk about” he stole a glance back at Kevin and I who were still battling, behind Big Rob, to get through the crowd “recent events that have arisen and the future of the band. Thank you!” The crowd that had remained quiet throughout his speech began babbling at us again.
“Are you pregnant?”
“How was the wedding night?”
“Joe, will you be next?”
I heard a snort of laughter ring out from behind me, and I knew that one had earned a laugh out of Joe. After walking what seemed like miles, which was in reality only a short hallway, we made it to the long stretch limo that was known as my salvation. I had never been so happy to see a car in my life. The manager was the first to disappear into the darkness of the car, then Kevin, and finally I was engulfed by cold air as I lovingly hopped into the vehicle. The other two Jonas boys were not far behind me, and before I knew it we were in motion.
My heartbeat calmed and my breathing steadied, and I was able to take in my surroundings better. I had never been in a stretch limo before, but it was everything one imagined a stretch limo to be. It was long, of course, with three cushy benches that ran along the two sides of the car, and the back. I could see a small mini fridge at the end of one of the benches, and hoped that it had some water in it. As I looked up to ask one of the boys to check and see, I became aware of the fact that every other person in the back of the limo was staring at.
None of them spoke; they all just stared at me in wonder. I lightly smoothed down my hair and lightly grazed a finger under my nostrils to make sure nothing was hanging out. And yet they continued to stair. I coughed lightly, which seemed to bring the youngest Jonas out of his hazed state and he blushed lightly.
“Umm… I guess we were never formally introduced.” He said sticking out his hand for me to shake. I took it; glad to that someone was actually speaking to me like a human being. “I’m Nick.”
“Allie” I returned. Suddenly remembering something, a smile grazed over my lips. “If I recall correctly my goddaughter is in love with you.” This seemed to break everyone out of their silent states, and we all had a small laugh at Nick’s expense. He blushed again briefly, but joined in on the laughter.
“Oh she is just one of many.” Joe joked loudly. “I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, Allie, but our Nick here is kind of a stud muffin.” We all laughed a little again, but Nick only glared.
“Wouldn’t, you like to formally introduce yourself, Joe?” Nick said elbowing him in the ribs and gesturing towards me. It was odd to be given this much attention, especially by such famous people.
“Why?” Joe asked raising an eyebrow at Nick, and waving an uncaring hand in the air. “She knows who I am, you just said my name, and I know who she is, so why must it all be so formal?”
“Because it would be nice. Do you have to be so difficult about it?” Nick shot back. Both boys looked out the window in a huff, and I looked to Kevin for some sort of explanation. He leaned until I could feel his hot breath against my ear.
“Don’t worry about them. They get like this a lot. It’s due to their competitive nature or something.” I nodded my head, and he returned to his previous position. I let out the breath that I had been holding and relaxed slightly.
His breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine, and bad ideas into my head. His voice was just so sensual. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head, but they wouldn’t budge. Why is it wrong? I asked myself. He is my husband. Even if we did the things I was imagining it wouldn’t be wrong. Nobody could judge us. We would just be like any other married couple who made love. But there was something different. Most married couples had some sort of bond. They had dated for a long time, or had at least been together long enough to know they were in love. With Kevin and I it was different.
It was true, that in few hours I have known and talked to Kevin, I grew to like him as a person. He was polite and kind, and seemed to be supportive of me, even though I was basically a stranger. But did I love him? No, how could you fall in love with someone after knowing them for only one day. Could I love him? I guess, you can grow to love anyone, but could I be in love with him. Could fate have been so good to me that it made me drunkenly marry my soul mate?
Suddenly an angry Jonas voice came ripping through my mind. “Nick, don’t be so sulky. Why do you care if I formally introduce myself? You’re not going through all the trouble to see if Roger introduced him are you?” Joe spat at Nick.
“Don’t worry, love, I did.” Manager Roger sang out calmly in his British accent. There are few people that I can say I truly just love after meeting them, Roger was one of them. After the paparazzi found out where Kevin and I were staying, he was the first person Kevin called. Roger came immediately, and he even brought me clothes (at Kevin’s request). Roger was just a warm human being, and I could see why the boys wanted him around.
After that I returned to my silence, refusing to look at the others. Nick appeared to be texting on his phone, while Joe just continued to glare at everyone for not taking his side. Roger and Kevin talked quietly to each other, Roger would do the actual telling of the information and Kevin would make small comments back; I could have listened and joined in on their conversation (because it was no doubt about our sudden nuptials) if I had really wanted to, but I found silence nice.
I looked out the windows at the familiar sights that passed us by. We were going to stop at my apartment so that I could pick up some clothing and essentials, before heading to the press conference. Thinking about the press conference made my head hurt. It would be more cameras, more yelling, and I didn’t know if I could handle it.
Kevin told me that it wasn’t always that bad. It was just shocking to the press who didn’t even think he was dating anyone. Apparently our wedding picture was leaked to the press, and was now splashed across every newspaper in Europe. He told me that once we were back in America, and the press had calmed down, that everything would be okay.
It seemed like we pulled up to my apartment complex in no time at all. The apartment that I had adored before now slightly embarrassed me. Sure, I was cozy and well decorated, but it was far from our room back at the Chateau. The floorboards creaked, and, what I considered cozy, most would consider cramped. As we walked up the stairs, the elevator had been broken for God knows how long; I dreaded having to show these celebrities my apartment.
I opened the door slowly trying to rip the band-aid off as gently as possible. Roger had stayed in the car to make a few phone calls while the boys came up to help me pack and things. All three bounced on their feet impatiently, and I could now see the resemblance between them clearly. We walked in and I braced myself for their criticism, their judgment, anything… but nothing came.
Immediately upon entering my apartment, Joe hopped on the couch happily looking exhausted from the walk up, Kevin began to look at the different pictures that I had scattered across the room, and Nick just stood off to the side awkwardly. I smiled at the three or them. They didn’t even say a word about the faded paint and the dingy carpet. Fame obviously hasn’t gone to their heads.
I saw that the door was cracked, and I frowned. I was almost certain that I had closed it when I left yesterday. It was a pet peeve of mine; I always had to shut all of the doors before leaving the house. I opened the door tentatively not knowing what I would find. My stomach dropped as I saw who was standing on the other side of the door.
“Hello Allie.” His gruff voice said. His blue eyes shone in my dark room, and I couldn’t help but freeze from where I was standing.
“Hi Dad.”