The day has just begun. The bright beam of light darts through the gap between the two lace curtains of nanna's room. That beam of light directs it right to a pair of brown orbs. The curly head boy takes a glance at the clock, he shakens when he sees the LED 5:00AM light, light up.
The built up 5'10 foot, Nick Jonas hurries to his bathroom tripping over a few article of clothes on the floor. He makes a run to the bathroom for a quick shower and clean up before he leaves his flat.
Nick was a busy man for a twenty-five year old. He had a whole life ahead of him, but he was already locked down doom to sit on that CEO chair. Although he will be the CEO of his father's company that he has not a clue about.
He had no interest in the family business, he much preferred being a writer than working at his father's building dealing with all that finance and the clients. He hated nothing more than business, and unfortunately for him, the Jonas Corporation has been a well known company since his great-grandfather shook hands with the president of old America.
All that entertaining at parties has already bored the juices out of him. Some parties may be fun; meeting the girls and party all night was cool. But things turn out to be a routine afterward, people get dressed, they go there entertain a while, exchance number, "you call my assistant and we'll have that talk..." The night happens to end that way for his brothers all the time.
But never once to him.
Nick saw these parties was just a chance for leaders of different companies to gather and make some business deals. It was a party that was not to celebrate for what it was dedicated to.
Oh no, 5:30.
His schedule was tight as always, but nothing was more important than to visit his nanna out in Newport, California. His flights aboarding time was at 7:00AM and supposedly he was suppose to be at the airport two hours earlier, just in case of any mistakes with the flight.
His brothers were both out of town and were not able to drive him. Kevin was out on vacation with his wife Danielle, and Joe was out on a photoshoot in Paris, he's a photographer.
That only leaves Nick to call a cab. He was pretty darn sure none of his friends, even his closest, Zac, would wake up this earlier to drive him to the airport.
That guy was lazier than a potato on a couch.
He gave extra tip to the cab driver for giving him a ride like a rocket to the airport. John F. Kennedy International Airport really wasn't that far from his flat, except traffics on Monday mornings can be quite horrific. Those angry drivers, frustrates one another.
Monday mornings, nuh-uh.
He should just be glad that the people at the airport weren't grumpy. In fact most of them had a very gleeful plastered smile. The lady that helped him with his flight ticket was more than generous, he thought she might've even be hitting on him at one point.
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Manhattan to Newport wasn't too far. Maybe three hours? He wasn't the kinnest with time consumptions.
He arrived to Newport no sooner than he thought. He barely even got a nap out of that. As soon as he arrived, there was a cab waiting for him at the front.
Nick's nanna was the sweetest lady, she was funny too. Nick always went to her for help, he never saw eye-to-eye with his father. But his grandmother, and Nick had something special, they knew how to connect, he always felt closer to his grandmother than his father or his mom, for that matter.
He was close with his mother, but closer with nanna.
The sun was just arising when he arrived at that old bungalo. It always looked like a home to him, more than that modernized flat back in Manhattan. he dares call a home.
He walks through his nanna's beautiful garden, he always adored that about her, she had so much spirit towards caring for her plants. She was the most spiritual old lady he's known. He walks up the old porch, passing the beach chairs she laid out.
Nick wasn't used to the whole knocking on the door think, plus the fact that she added a screen door. He rang the bell once or twice, it took nanna a while to reach the door.
When the door opens both him and nanna jolt in joy. She opens the door widely and opens her arms wide enough for him to come in with a hug.
"My little O'Saint Nick," nanna jokes, and burries her little body into her grandson's built arms. Nick's cologne rubs off a little to her, as he gestures a movement.
"Nanna, I've missed you so much," Nick laughs and hugs her back. He tries to visit her as often as possible, but the company drove him crazy enough that he was too stressed to go back today.
It reasons for his appearing at her door now.
"Come in sweetheart, I've got your bed all ready," nanna gives him a sweet smile and a small gesture to invite him in, her house was simple. There was a piano in the living room, a T.V., a couch, a coffee table and a rocking chair. It's a thing for every nanna to have one.
There was always room for her grandkids. She had two spare rooms in that bungalo.
Nick had his special one, it was next to hers, not taken as a spare. But over the years, the spare rooms were taken up by dust. And nanna was getting old, she couldn't clean up the entire house alone.
Sometimes the maids that come to clean, didn't do such a good job either.
Nick entered his dear bedroom and dropped off his duffel bag and a luggage. He went back out to meet with his grandma. She was in the kitchen preparing some breakfast for him.
"Nanna, come have a seat. You must be tired," Nick pulls out a chair by the kitchen table and pears into the cookie jar looking for some of his grandmother's delights.
"Oh, don't you worry dear, I have some in stored for you later," she chuckles and continues to prepare the breakfast.
"How did you even-" Nick sighed and started laughing, "Nanna... I've missed you, really."
"How is my dear son and hows Samantha?" a sneaky grin escapes with the last of her words, while plating his breakfast on the soft wooden table.
Nick simply shrugs and picks up his fork to dig into the delight.
"Nichol, I know you and your father fight but why come to nanna only when you fight?" she jokes, it was always nanna's cue to make a joke when there was tension in the room.
She used it to calm the mood.
But she also knows how Nick hates being called "Nichol", it sounds like a girl name, "Nicole." Eventually Nick puts away that burden of a name in the end.
"He tried giving me the job on CEO, I didn't want it, I want Kevin to take it. He is much better in business than me, plus Frankie can be the CEO, he'll be coming back soon," he complains, every time the topic was brought up, Nick tends to struggle explaing to people. Even to nanna.
"Oh my Nick... I'm sorry," Nanna pouts and rests her chin between her two hands, "But how about your sweet-hart, Samantha?"
BOOM.
Both Nick and Nanna turned to the hallway behind them from the loud thud that caused a halt to their conversation.
