Love Story -- Joe Jonas

Love Story -- Joe Jonas | Chapter Two

Author's Note:  

Just to clear up any confusion, months passed before Amelia passed; which was in May. Sam got the phone call from Josh a month after her death, so it is now June. Sorry for not clearing that up in the first one, guys. And I'd very much LOVE to dedicate this chapter to DinosaursGoRawr.

CHAPTER TWO

TAKE A BREATH

I bolted out of the door and started down the street. I didn't know where I was going; I just allowed my feet to take me wherever they wanted. This was probably the fastest I've ever ran in my life because everything around me was a blur and my eyes stinging with tears. I was thankful that the sidewalks were empty, because if there would have been people, I would have trampled over them. I lowered my head and ran blindly. The early summer birds chirped merrily around me as I fought the urge to stop and cry.

I turned right and ran another block before running down the street, making a car honk. "Get out of the street!" The man yelled before speeding off. Go right ahead, I thought, go ahead a hit me. Maybe I'll be with her once again.

"Hold on," a voice whispered in my head.

What?

"Hold on," it repeated, a little louder.

Why?

"So don't give up stand 'til the end," it spoke, voice clear. It was soft and smooth with an edge to it. "Just hold on!"

And then it all crashed.

I fell on the grass and hugged myself as I cried uncontrollably. "Why?!" I cried out. "W-why'd you leave me!? I thought yo-ou said we'd ne-never be apart!" I shouted through my tears, clutching the grass with anger. Why was it that the ones you loved the most had to leave first? Shaking, I placed my head on the cool grass and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths. "Why'd you have to take my only angel, God?" I asked in a whisper. "You already have so many, so why couldn't you let me keep her?" I asked, going into a silent fit of tears.

What I assumed to be half an hour later, I opened my eyes and sat up, my head pounding. This was why I hated to cry. The killer headache and the stuffy nose, plus, crying made me sleepy. Dazed, I looked around where I had finally come to a stop. My jaw fell to the shape of a small 'o' as my eyes watered again. I was at the park. I know what you're thinking, what's the big deal, right? Well, the last time I came to this park was with her. I held my breath and stood up, dragging my feet to the swings. I plopped down on the one in the middle and slowly swayed back and forth.

Why'd I come here?

"Life isn't suffocating," the voice repeated in my head. I bowed my head as my lower lip trembled.

"I miss you."

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I spent all day at the park and returned home to hear my mother yell at me.

"Where the hell have you been?! I come home to have the door unlocked and you not home!" I gave her a wary sigh and leaned against the couch.

"I was at the park."

"The park?! The freakin' park?! You could've called, Y'know!" I threw a glare at her, but averted my eyes to the ground. I knew she was only looking out for me, especially after my grandmother's - You just can't take life for granted. I closed my eyes and licked my lips, looking up at my mother. She was beautiful. She had chestnut brown hair that reached her mid-back, bright brown eyes. She wasn't fat and she wasn't skinny, she was thick.

"Ma, I was at the park because I needed air. I needed to . . . to take a breath. I've been locked up in my room since Grams," I bit back the tears and forced out the rest of the sentence, "since she died. I had to get out, so I left. I'm sorry I didn't call, it was just a spur of the moment thing." My mother frowned as her eyes sparkled with tears.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry." She closed the space between us and embraced me in a tight hug. I probably would have cried, but I think I was out of tears for the day.

"It's alright, ma. I love you, you know that, right?" I asked, pulling back to look at her. She nodded and rubbed my arms.

"Of course I do! And I love you too." She gave me a weak smile and I returned it, a spark of hope warming my body. I ran up the stairs and walked into my room. I looked at my open laptop, the 'Hold On' video finished. I sighed and sat down in front of it. Then I remembered the voice. 

"Hold on . . .?" I leaned over and tapped the mouse pad, moving it to the search box.

THE JONAS BROTHERS TALK

Click. I wait for YouTube to load, and when it does, I click the first video:

JONAS BROTHERS TALKING TO FANS (JOE ALMOST HITS NICK IN THE FACE)

I watched the four and a half minute video, listening intently. So, this was a live chat? Within the first few seconds, I could tell who the goofball, the serious one, and who was the smartest one --Joe was the goofball, Nick was the serious one, and that just left Kevin as the smartest one. They were pretty funny, and I guess their voices were pretty good.

I replayed the video to where Joe began singing about the Muffin Man. That was the voice. It was the EXACT voice that was in my head earlier. But how could his voice have been in my head if I had never heard him talk? I only the one song and that was it. I went back to the search box and stayed in my seat for hours, watching their videos and listening to their songs.

At about one in the morning, I closed the browser and yawned as Joe's voice sang 'Take a Breath' in my mind. I reached onto the desk and grabbed my iPhone and texted Josh. Yawning once more, I crossed my room and crawled into my bed, the song and the text message swimming in my mind.

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I awoke to my phone buzzing like an angry bee. "What? What? What?" I asked, annoyed that someone dared disturb my sleep. I grabbed my phone and answered and growled into it, "What do you want?"

"Whoa, Sam, I just wanted to ask you something." Josh. Only Josh had the guts to call me this early.

No matter what time it was; if I was still sleeping, it was too early. "Anyway, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to the mall? I've got a surprise for you and I want you to look good."

"Hey, I look good!" I hissed into the phone, his comments not helping my annoyance.

"Well, duh, of course you do! Just not in sweatpants and sweaters, Y'know?"

"You're so lucky I love you, or else I'd kill you." He chuckled and I could hear him close the door.

"Well, get ready. We're going shopping and it's on me. And no, it's not because my parents are stinking rich, it's because you're my best friend. Now get your lazy bum out of bed and put something presentable on."

"Yes sir!" I said in a mock soldier voice. He laughed softly on the other line.

"Hey Sam,"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad to know that listening to that song helped you. And I'm also really glad that, surprisingly, Jonas Brothers saved your life." I smiled softly.

"You did too, Y'know."

"Yeah, I know, but why don't we find a way to thank the guys?" I raised an eyebrow as I got out of bed.

"Thank them how, exactly?"

I could feel him grin as he said; "Don't worry about it. Just get ready."