It wasn't a dream!

The party!

Elin POV

I wake up on the blanket and look at the clock.

- Shit, I say out loud to myself. I'll soon have to go away to one of my friend's birthday parties.

    I get up and take with me all the things. While I walk to the house, I remember what happened before I fell asleep.

   Wow! what a strange dream. Nick Jonas asked me for milk? Can you have a weirder dream? Or was it a dream? No, it must have been a dream. What would he do here in Sweden? And especially on Gotland?!

   I go in and get ready for the evening. But I can not let go of the dream that felt so real.

    When I drive past the house in the middle is it dark and not sign on life. Maybe I dreamt that it stood a moving truck there too… That all this just was a big dream… I think disappointed and continue drive to the party where I won’t mention the strange dream. They may be friends, but they will think I'm a total idiot.

    I once said when I was asked if I was in love with someone when we played Truth or Dare. And at first I answered no, but then I thought that they are my friends and truth is truth. So I said that I was in love with Nick Jonas. The response I received when I started to talk a little bit about him. Was that I should shut up. I wish I had...

    Don’t understand me wrong, I love Nick and his brothers but after they became famous here in Sweden, I have only heard.

- They suck!

-  I don’t even need listen to them because I know that they are bad.

- No, not them!

- Do you like the Jonas Brothers?

   And suppose that lowered my confidence, so I was ashamed that I liked them. Actually I just wanted to talk about them all the time. Tell everyone everything there was to tell. But I didn’t of course. For what is the point in talking to deaf ears? There is not point!

     But I never agreed on a single one of all the bad comments about them.  I might not have said the opposite but I never agreed. And that am I proud of.

     Today when I have grown up a little am I glad I was a fan of them and that I still am. I'm obviously disappointed that I could not say proudly that I was a fan. But that’s pretty much to ask of an eleven year old.

     I can not say I say it proudly today either but I do not deny it and I am not ashamed of it. Why be ashamed of that you like the best band ever existed? Those who should be ashamed are those who haven’t given them a chance just because it isn’t cool to like them.

    I turn into the street that Tyra live on and park the mopped.  Then I go up the stairs and ring the bell.

Nick POV

 - Nick honey, what are you thinking? Mom asks.

 - Eh... nothing. Just a little tired, I answer. But in fact I have not been able to stop thinking about "the milk girl” but I can not say that. If I did I would sound like a compete idiot.

I think to myself:

 -  I’m thinking of the girl who gave me the milk. It was something special about her and I can not get her off my mind.

    No, I would be teased to death if I said that. And I would sound like I have lost it.

 - Can I go? I ask when I finished up.