AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Go back and read chapter six! At least to remember what happened; I DID make some changes, and I hope you're okay with that because it made this chapter that much better. <3 Sorry for not updating in forever. I want to thank everyone who commented this story. You guys were seriously the motivation I needed to keep writing. I kid you not, when I read the comments for the first time, I sat there and cried because it was amazing to know that people want me to continue this story, and they believe in it.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
SET THIS PARTY OFF
Josh and I made our way to our seats, and as promised, we were in the front row, right next to the cat walk. All around I could hear the chatter of thousands of fans, their excitement fueiling my own. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be at a Jonas Brothers concert.
"Hey, do you want anything to drink?" Josh asked as he nudged my arm, breaking me from my thoughts. His brows rose as he waited for my answer.
"Mmm.. Yeah. I'll take some water," I replied after a moment. He raised an eyebrow higher onto his forehead as if to question my choice. "What?" I asked, voice and posture growing a bit defensive. "I want to stay hydrated. Is something wrong with that?" I quickly questioned. He laughed at my response and his brows fell, hands rising defensively.
"Watch it, Jet Lee, I just wanted to make sure that that's what you wanted," he defended with a lopsided grin. I grinned back at him and playfully flicked his nose, only causing him to try and bite my finger. I let out a squeal and a laugh, pushing his face away.
"Go and get our drinks before it starts," I told him, fighting with his head as he continued to try and get my finger. He huffed out a breath of air and stuck his tongue out at me before bringing two fingers to his eyes and pointing them at me.
"When I come back, I'm eating your fingers." He gave me the most determined look he had ever worn and turned, squeezing past everyone in our row to get our drinks. I let out a soft laugh and it was lost in the excited whispers around me. A content sigh left my lips and I stretched my arms above my head.
"I love your shirt!" Came a voice from behind. Blinking at first, I turned slowly to be greeted by a perky blonde who eerily resembled Taylor Swift -- this girl had green eyes and a wider nose. I smiled softly, looking down at the bright shirt I wore. "Did you make them?" She asked, leaning closer to take a better look.
"Uhm, thanks," I said, looking up at her, shaking my head. "No, my friend made them for us. He's the one who bought the tickets too," I added, eyes trailing over to where Josh had gone off to.
"Awe, that's so sweet!" She gushed, her gaze following mine. "Your friend's the one who went that way, right?" She asked and continued before I could respond. "He's cute. You two are cute together," she added. My cheeks fained a bit of color but I played it off and laughed softly, waving my hand.
"Who, Josh and I? No, we're just friends," I told her. I held out my hand, smiling softly. "I'm Sam. It's nice to meet you... Uh..."
"Katherine," She said, taking my hand into her perfectly manicured hand, and shaking it. "Sam; is it short for something?"
"Samantha." Shrugging, I let go of her hand. "But I go by Sam. Anyway, is this your first Jonas Brothers concert?" I slipped my hands through the hoops of my jeans and shifted the weight from one foot to the other.
"No, it's like.. My fifth one," she said, eyes lighting up excitedly. "Who's your favorite Jonas? Joe's mine. He's just so... Mmm.. Dreamy!" I had to fight back a laugh as I grinned at her. I nodded and shrugged again, running a hand through my hair, pushing back my bangs.
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