Nick Jonas's New Assistant

Part Two

I hear the coffee maker finish and start opening cabinets in the kitchen to see if I can find the mugs, It takes me about 3 tries but I finally found them. I grab one and start to pour the freshly made coffee inside. I set the now full mug down and go to grab the sugar before realizing.. I have absolutely no idea how he likes it. I panic just a bit.

"Fucking up already, fantastic.." I say under my breath.

"Black, I like it black."

The voice startles me and I jump a bit, looking up to see Nick grabbing the mug from in front of me and sitting down at barstool across me at the counter.

"Well perfect then, that's easy." I say jokingly, a nervous twinge in each word that falls from my mouth.

"Look, I'm sure Phil told you, I was never into this personal assistant stuff, but hes forcing me to be, so I'm gonna play along. Basically what I want to say is.. relax" He speaks in a calming tone, my eyes can't help but stare at him for a few seconds, I know I said this before, but wow he is gorgeous. My staring is interrupted by Nick clearing his throat. My eyes widen a bit before responding.

"Oh yeah, of course, I'm sorry I just.."

"Never thought I would be the one you're working for?"

I can't help but laugh a bit as I nod my head, a sense of calm starting to wash over me. "Honestly, yeah. I mean I've done assistant jobs for plenty of people, just not for someone that's.. well.. legitimately famous."

Nick laughs a bit. "I get it, I do. But seriously, don't be nervous. I promise I wont bite your head off." He slides off the stool, coffee still in hand. "You have that phone Phil gave you?"

I nod and hold it up in front of me for him to see.

"Perfect, there is a number in there, its under George, he is the guy you call when we need to go somewhere. If he can't then he sends someone to come get us, always." He stops talking and looks at his now, very real watch. "Call him and let him know we need a car here in about 15 to go to the radio show."

I nod and quickly pull the number up, hitting dial. Almost immediately someone picks

up. "Uh hello, yes. This is (y/n) Mr. Jo-" I stop myself, "Nicks new assistant."

"ah yes, I was told I would be getting calls from you from now on. Need a ride for the radio show?"

I breathe a little sigh of relief, "Yes, please."

"I will be there in 10 minutes."

I thank him before hanging up. Alright I did it.

I hate being this nervous, I feel so stupid. I have never ever felt this nervous while working in my life. I guess I'm just scared to look like an idiot in front of someone so famous. When I hang up the phone I look up to see Nick looking at me. I quickly tug some hair behind my ear and give him a confident smile. I need to be professional and I need to show him and everyone else that I am cut out for this.

"10 minutes." I say, and he nods.

10 minutes pass by quickly and I get a text "Outside." Is all it reads, its from George.

"He's here" I say to a preoccupied Nick. I see him click his phone off and slip it into his pocket.

"Perfect, lets head out then."

The radio interview seemed to go off without a hitch. I got a lot of questions about who I was, but people were Immediately respectful when I explained. Some even shocked, telling me they thought Nick wasn't into that kind of thing. I guess I'll be hearing that a lot for awhile. I don't mind though. For what I am being paid I think I would deal with about pretty much anything.

We make our way back into the car and I open the planner once again to see if anything else is on the list. Nothing. When I see this I get a feeling of relief, I think I just need some time to get over the initial shock of what is happening. I feel someone looking over my shoulder and turn my head to see Nick peering over.

"Nothing else today then? Phil gave you an easy day to start." He says with a small chuckle.

I just laugh a bit with him and nod, "I guess so."

Nick scoots back over to his side before speaking again. "If you don't mind me asking.. how old are you?"

"24" I say. "I know its young, for well, this.." I say as I gesture to the things around me. "But I really feel like I'm good at what I do."

He seemed a little shocked at first, but then nods. "My assistant is younger than me? It just feels so weird," he says with a laugh "but hey, from what I heard you /are/ good at what you do. So I hope I get to see that." He smiles, nodding to himself.

"My turn to ask a question?" I say, looking over at him.

"Go for it."

"How come you never wanted an assistant? You seem to have such a busy life, don't you think it would've made things easier?"

He takes a second before answering, but finally does. "I guess I just never really wanted to make someone else deal with all my shit. I always felt like I could handle it on my own, but at this point In my life, I just can't. So, here we are."

I nod. It makes sense. I just hope I don't fuck up his first assistant experience.

When we arrive at the house he slides out of the car, but tells me to stay.

"I'll have him take you home, since we're done for the day. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow." He smiles and nods a goodbye before shutting the door, and with that, I'm on my way home.