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| My name is Hero. My hair is black and I dyed it red highlights and I guess I'm described "punk." I'm pretty much short, but not fat or anything. Not short and stout like that gay ass teapot dance. Anyway, before the JBs went on tour with Hannah Montana/Miley Slutrus I dated Nick Jonas. Not publicized or anything, but he never told me about the tour. Left a note at the step of my door saying "I love you. No future relationships are real." Whatever, bull crap. He seemed like a real ass in my eye ever since they. Here I am, at the local dairy and coffee house with my best friend, Sunny. Yeah, ex-hippie parents. Sunny looks, well, sunny. Blonde. I ordered a milkshake and looked at Sunny."So you don't mind if I go off and date Nick when he comes back on tour right?" So that's what this was about. I knew Sunny loved Nick but, I don't know, she lives by those gay ex-friends rules. I won't say she's a queer because only queers say the word queer. I shrugged. "Eh, you go off with the jack ass." I smiled. Nick barely knew Sunny anyway. If she was book and Nick was doing the five-finger rule of things he doesn't know, she would be way too hard. Not like he'd say yes or anything. I happily dropped an M&M in my milkshake and looked at Sunny. She glared at me over her frappi. "Well, that's settled." She peered over to see some headshots in my purse. "You give up?" I smiled. "It's another agency, another scam." She glared at me some more. "Don't call him a jack ass." I laughed. Sunny was a crazed fan, the type who WOULD chain themself to the JB's tree. I smiled at her and my phone rang, my mom needed me to come with her for the headshots. "Bye Sunny." I smiled, grabbed my milkshake, and headed for the door for our Volvo. ~~~~~~~~~~~NickI admit it, one girl in my life really distracts me sometimes. Not my mom. What type of loser do you think I am? I dated her... last summer. Hero Partridge. Always smelled like McDonalds because thats where she works but generally she just smells... sweet. She cusses... some. Ok, a ton, but sometimes I do too. Most people think were polar oppisites, but hey, oppisites attract. Joe walked, well, rather sauntered towards me with some Ray Bans on. "I always find my girls in New Jersey." Joe winked and walked to the tour bus door. "Like any girls would want you." Joe frowned. He spun on his heel and went out the door. I smiled. Joe was a unique... not individual... retard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Major writers block on Jive :(As you can tell lurve machine has a new format, in stead of this:Nick:It's this:" "Classic Hippy Video Clips |
Duration: 00:00:09 Rating: View: 0From: JonasBrotherAuthor Keywords: brother, jonas, love, lurve, machine, story |
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