Radio Peace

Chap. 4/ Part 1

 

   Chapter Four

Jada Blue

 

It was like the first time I had seen Castello all morning. And it was awkward. Crazy awkward. For me. Maybe for him. The actual thing was that I didn’t know how he felt about all this mess.

“Hey,” yelled the driver from the front, opening a glass window, “any stops before the show?”

“Do you mind if we stop at a Star Bucks?” asked Vince, scooting closer to Aspasia.

“It’ll cost you an extra autograph,” he chuckled, “but I think we can fit it in.”

“Thanks,” smiled Vince with his signature smile.

“I’m so tired!” Aspasia complained.

“Me, too.” I moaned, wondering what kind of coffee to get.

“Bleh,” moaned Joey, leaning back on the cushions.

“Bloo,” moaned Cruise, doing the same.

Obviously they had the right idea, because Aspasia tried to do the same, but realized her back was to the window. And mine was to. I didn’t know this, however, I punctured my head against the glass, “Ow,” I whispered to myself.  

Castello put his arms around me and directed my head to his chest. It was comfortable. But awkward. Before, it would’ve been cool. But since the night before, after hearing what he said, I stiffened. And just lied there.

Aspasia looked at me with wide eyes.

“Hey, Aspasia, my chest is free,” said Vince, raising his eyebrows.

“In your dreams,” she snapped back.

“Hey Cruise,”

“Yes, Joey?”

“My chest is free,” Joey said in a seductive voice that sounded just like Vince’s had.

“Oh right!” laughed Cruise.

Dude, I loved this life. But it was getting complicated.

Way complicated.

I could date Nick Jonas, the dude I’ve been dreaming to date forever.  Castello, they guy who has been there forever. Or any other guy in the world.

It was difficult.

I guess Castello was pretty gorgeous. He had crystal blue eyes and dirty blonde hair grown out all skater-ish. And it wasn’t like he was crazy immature. He could joke with me, and be all sweet and tough and adorable and cute and funny and….yeah. Get the point? He was Cullenism. In one word. In the best word. But he was like a big brother! And that couldn’t work for me.

But Nick was…unexplainable. I didn’t know him, but I knew him. I had researched up everything about him. And I knew all about him. I mean-huh. It’s like describing Edward Cullen. All you have to say is “Edwar-“and girls scream. All I had to say was Jonas. Jonas was the key word. It was a stalker-ish kind of love…but not as creepy. Because I knew him, and he knew me.

But would there come a time where all you had to say was Bennett and girls would scream? Where you only had to say Castello and girls would faint? My phone vibrated.

 

Michael (One of Aspasia’s ex boyfriends, I think she cared about him the most. It’s almost been three years since they broke up (sixth grade, when she still went to our school) and she still can’t stop thinking of him. He’s a normal kid, not famous. J.T.L.Y.K.): Hey old friend.