A Roller Coaster Ride We're On || (n.j.) || Book 1

20~Happy Birthday Baby

Nick's POV
The week after Charlotte's second incident with Kyle went really well. Her and I spent some time together and my brothers and I got some songs recorded.

I woke up on my 20th birthday morning, looking up at my ceiling. All I can see is red, gold, black, and sparkly silver balloons covering my bedroom ceiling. And from what I can tell, there's a paper taped to each one of them.

I look over and see Charlotte grasping my arm. She's so cute. Her bruise is starting to really go away which is great. The paparazzi got some pictures of her and I out and about, and they saw the bruise on her temple. So, rumors were flying around that I had hit her. Which is something I would never do.
My girlfriend's eyes flutter open. She instantly smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Happy birthday, Prince Charming." She tells me.

"Thank you, Princess." I kiss her.

"Did you get all these balloons in here?" I ask her, looking up.

"Yes sir. There are exactly twenty balloons up there, with a note taped to each one. All hand written by me."

There are 5 balloons in each color." She says proudly.

"Could I read the notes?" I ask.

"Not until tonight."

"Ugh." I hate it when she teases me like this. She just laughs at me.

"There is another surprise for you in the living room." Charlotte gets up from the bed and leads me to the next room.
I see two balloons. There is a 2 and a 0. There's also a sign. It reads:

I love you Nicholas Jerry Jonas. Happy Birthday, my Prince Charming<3

"When did you do all this?" I ask, looking at her.

"This morning at about 4:30." She tells me. My mouth is probably hanging open in shock. I cannot believe she did all that for me.

"And...there's more where all this came from." She walks over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and playing Back At One on her iPod.
We sway back and forth. Kissing after each verse ends.

"Thank you so much. This is all amazing." I tell her, once the song ends.

"Anything for you." She kisses me before skipping into the bedroom.

"We have a breakfast date this morning." Charlotte says, as I walk into her going through her clothes.

"Okay." I say.

"Nick?"

"Yes darling?"

"Can we listen to Jonas Brothers?"

"Of course." I pop my CD into the radio and we start to sing the first song.

"Tonight I walked into the bedroom. You were visibly upset. Told me I was in a bad mood, but I didn't do nothin! You start screamin, wake the neighbors! Now everybody's out for blood!" Charlotte and I both sing at the top of our lungs.

We eventually get changed and to breakfast. She took me to this really nice restaurant.

"Thank you so much, Charlotte." I tell her, eating my pancakes.

"It was no problem at all. You deserve it." She grabs my hand. Then cameras. Everywhere.
Questions were flying around. Asking, once again, about marriage. They were also asking if I had abused her or how my birthday was going. Blah, blah, blah.
We simply got up, paid the bill, and drove home. Once we got home, Charlotte and I relaxed for a bit.
We laid in bed for a little bit, cuddling.