It's been a week and the girl hasn't woken up. I was going to take her to the hospital but how would you explain this to the press? Oh I found her in the middle of the woods, where? I don't know really but I stepped on her and im like oh! Yeah stupid... I just finished my breakfast and I heard a thump. I dropped the dish and ran up to the girls room. She was on the floor holding her head, I helped her up and had her lay down again. She opened up her dark brown eyes and looked right at me as if she was looking in my soul.
"I uhm... this might be weird, but I'm Nick. I found you in the woods a week ago and I took you here until you woke up... which is now. So... hi." I said. She continued to look at me, did I have something in my teeth or was I not who she was expecting. I feel like an idiot I bet she doesn't even know me.
"Nick Jonas?" She spoke in a soft voice. I nodded and she giggled "were you the one that stepped on me?"
I froze. "I uh... no that was Joe. He is such a klutz."
"I see..." She said sitting up. She shook her head and looked around the room. "Where am I?"
"Joe's house... like I said we found you an---"
"I know what you said, I'm not a retard. I just was curious of how I wound up here. And not in a hospital" she said looking at me.
"well... if the paparazzi saw me---"
"The paparazzi? This would be good publicity, saving a girl from her near death experience."
"I didn't think of that." I said looking away.
"Of course you didn't" she said and stood up.
"Your foot feel okay?"
"I'm standing up aren't I?" she asked
"I'm sorry but did I do something wrong?"
"no... your just. Pushy." she said and walked down the stairs.
"Pushy? You don't even know me!"
"I know you're a famous teen pop band singer, your two brothers are in it with you, you dated Miley Cyrus, and you love girls with brown hair and brown eyes. You can't accuse people of not knowing you when you don't know the person your talking too." she said turning to me. I was shocked, nobody not even a girl has ever stood up for themselves when talking to me. I opened my mouth to speak but she was already walking down the stairs now. I followed after her and watched as she raided my brothers fridge.
"Do you have a name?" I asked.
"Yes..." she said while pulling out some bacon and sticking it into the microwave.
"and it is?" I asked.
"Madeline Rosa Garcia. But please call me Madi"
"So your Spanish?"
"No what makes you say that?" she said "my mom teaches... or well taught a Latin dance company."
"I uh... I didn't know."
"exactly..." she sat down with her plate of bacon and dug in.
"do you remember anything about what happened that night you were flung into the woods?"
"uh. No, the last thing I remember was you stepping on me a week ago, and then being at the beach hanging with my friends on the fourth of july." she said and I looked at the calendar.
"So your kidnapped, things happened and you wake up 4 days later with no memory of those days at all?"
"am I speaking gibberish?"
"no..." I looked at her now, her clothes were torn, she had dry blood on her, and she smelled really bad. "When your done, you need a shower, and then I'll go and get you some clothes."
"... why wouldn't I be kicked out?"
"well... I really don't want to get rid of you until I figure out who did this to you."
"you have a heart mister big shot..."
"you don't know that much about me." I said and grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom to shower.
