I slammed the door, walked back and forth before I through a picture of my and the boys out the window. To my surprise there, it landed in front of them. I shut my window, slid the curtains closed and walked to the door. I slid my back down the door until my butt hit the floor. They cared for their image more then they care for friendships. I couldn't believe it. I can't believe that these boys were once my friends.
I heard my mother weeping as she came up the stairs. Dad was whispering to her on the way up. They got louder and louder as they got closer until they stopped in front of my room. I stood up and jumped face down on my bed and began to cry. My father opened the door and they came in.
"Baby..." mom cried holding the picture I chucked out the window. "What happened to you?"
I slowly got up and looked them dead in the face. "What happened to me? They are the one that changed? I'm still me!" I weaped.
My father slowly sat at the edge of my bed. He was at a loss with words. I went and sat in his arms, he cradled me as I cried for God to make this all a bad dream.
Nick's POV
As Wi- I mean Abby, ran up the stairs she screamed, "Lit the door kick your ass on the way out!" and a door slammed.
I took out some paper and wrote something on it. I folded it and had written Wisty on the front. I left it on the coffee table.
As I wrote the note, Kevin went a cleaned up the, now ruined, FlipVideo camera.
Joe went outside to wait in the car. As me and Kevin walked out of the house we saw Joe jump out of the way from a falling object. We ran over to and i saw it was a picture frame. I bent down and picked it up. Tears came to my eyes as I saw what it was a picture of. It was a picture of my and my brothers with Wisty when we were like 9 years old. There was three red lipstick X's on our faces and she just left herself. Did we really do this to her? Did forgetting her really hurt her this much? I feel so sorry for her. I would hate to be forgotten, but she has her new friends. She could have forgotten us too. But with people always talking about us and our pictures everywhere, it's hard to forget.
We got into the car and drove off. I couldn't help thinking of how much we hurt her. Everyday must have been a horrible reminder of the friends that never call, friend that never visit, and friends that let you down ever day. I promised her I would NEVER forget, and I broke that. But I cried everyday after was left until we hit California. I needed to be strong, I couldn't be weak. The last this Hollywood needs is another a emotionally scared teenage rock star.
When we got to our hotel, I hoped this was a bad dream and that I would still be in my bed when I got to the room. When we got to the floor we needed I ran to my room. When I got there I didn't see myself sleeping, but Frankie playing video games.
"Hey bro!" he said over the loud TV.
I shut the TV off and sat on my bed. Frankie gave me a 'What the Hell man?' look, I had no emotion. Frankie became a where of what just happened and he gave me a hug. He backed away and prepared a inspirational speech. "You know, it hurts the most when you don't have a friend...You know you broke the trust you two had. Now your stuck on the wrong side of the fence. It just goes to show you, it all comes back to haunt you in the end, Nicky." and with that he skipped away into another room.
I hate it when he's right! Once I forgot her, her memory came back to haunt me...In The End. That would make a great song!
Wisty's POV
Hours past and my cell phone began to ring. It was Frankie. Out of all the Jonases, Frankie is the only one that kept in touch. He calls me every now and then.
"Hey Frankster!" said happier then ever. He always brings a smile to may face.
"Hey Abbs! I just wanted to tell you when I just told Nick..." he started. I smiled and told him to got on.
It took him a few seconds, but it came back yo him. "You know, it hurts the most when you don't have a friend...You know he broke the trust you two had. Now he's stuck on the wrong side of the fence. It just goes to show you, it all comes back to haunt you in the end." he recalled.
I laughed, "You got that right, boy. Thanks."
He giggled. I always knew Frankie had a crush on me because he never left my side when we lived next door to each other. He used to buy my flowers!
- Music:In The End - Nick Jonas and The Administration
When I woke up, I began to think and hope last night was a bad dream. The more I thought about it the more it became real. I walked out of my room and skipped down the hall. I made my way down the stairs, without falling, and strolled into the kitchen. I kissed my father on the check, walked over to my mom and gave her a hug before I sat down at the table. Dad put down the newspaper and looked at me. Mom and him exchanged worried looks.
"What?" I laughed as I took a sip of my chocolate milk.
Dad handed me the paper, opened to the fold. My smile changed into a frown with tears...Kevin was right, the headline read "Jonas Boys Don't Care For Others." Under the words was a picture of me screaming at the boys. I was a monster!
My phone began to buzz saying I had a text from Jenny. 'Turn on your tv! Go to the
I ran out of the kitchen so fast and turn the television on. Mom and dad walked in slowly after I left. There it was...The video footage from last night. Me screaming at the boys, and much more.
"Honey...It's ok." my father said as he sat next to me. The tears burned more then ever as they came down.
"I just can't wait for them to leave." I cried into his shoulder.
The door bell rang two times, then a second past, once again the bell rang. It was Jenny. She came over to comfort me...if only.
I whipped my tears and opened the front door. I was just about to warp my arms around the person when I saw it wasn't Jenny. It was Big Rob. Three heads jumped up from behind him. If that was supposed to be funny, then they need to learn some new jokes.
As the door almost slammed on Big Robs face he stopped it mid swing.
"Wi- I mean Abby. We're so sorry." Joe said, walking around BG and braced for the impact of my fist to his face that never came.
I just walked away. I walked to my parents and they went into a different room. The boys carefully walked into my house. I layed down and closed my eyes, hoping to God they weren't in my house. When I opened them, I cured under my breath. The boys sat next to me. Nick and Kevin on my left and Joe on my right.
"Can't you boys just leave me alone. I left your memory in the past, just like you left mine. You aren't past of my life anymore. So leave." I pleaded.
Joe ran his hand through his hair, Kevin played with his
"We don't want you to hurt us, we just wanna talk." Nick whispered, his eyes gazing into mine.
"What do you want to talk about?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Last night."
"Bad dream...never happened."
"But it did."
"And? So It's my fault it happened. There you were right. Happy?"
"No we're not." Kevin said looking my in the eye.
"That's what Nick said. Or is it still his fault Kevin?" I said hinting he was an ass for what he said.
The looked at each other. Their emotions mixed, their lives a joke. "
A smile grew on my face and I looked at all of them. "Really?"
The nodded their heads. I jumped up and hugged them tight. Suddenly I saw it...
"You bastereds! All you care about is you fucking image!" I yelled as the camera appeared from out behind the bookshelf. It was a flip video.
I ran up to it, grabbing it off the shelf.
"Abby!" they yelled as I smashed it on the ground, stomping all over it.
"Leave my house and NEVER come back you...you...gay homo fags!" I screamed and ran up to my room. Before I slammed the door I yelled down, "Let the door kick your ass on the way out!"
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I looked at them when I was done. They gathered behind me, smiles on their faces. I knew those smiles...these were the 'forgive us' smiles they show off when they forget something important. I fall for it every time. Not this time!
"No..." I whispered into the mic. "I wont fall for it. You forgot me! You forgot your friends! Most importantly..." I cried. "You forgot my birthday!"
Their eyes grew wide as I ran off stage and past all the grads. I ran into a room, hiding in the nearest corner behind a large box. I heard footsteps running up and down the hall, some opened the door and then closed them. I shut my eyes tight, rocking back and forth. I crying silently "Dear God, why me? Why bring me back to this horrid place?" After a while I began to fall asleep, but was rudely awoken by the slamming of the door to the room. I checked my phone, and Jenny had left me 10 text messages asking where I was. I quickly replayed, 'In a room. I don't know what one. Come and find me...please! Use the backstage passes!'
There was a voice from the mysterious person that slammed the door. "I can't believe it!" it screamed.
I dropped my phone in shock of who was in the room...it was Kevin. Out of the 10 years I've known Kevin, he's never yelled like the way he just did unless he was royally pissed off.
"Calm down Kev, it was just a little set back." said another voice...Joe?
Holy Royal Crap! I just happened to be hideing in the boys dressing room. I didn't dare look over the box.
"Joseph, we lost a girl in the arena! How is that a little set back?" he screamed. I wanted to cry even more. "By tomorrow this will be all over the news. I can just see the head lines...'Jonas Boys Don't Care For Others.' Great!"
I just wanted to disappear. I couldn't take it anymore. Why couldn't I disappear?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door to the room open. I hoped it was Jenny and Stella, but instead it was Nick. He slipped into the room, not making a sound. He was out of sight soon enough.
"It's all Nick's fault. He brought her up on stage..." Kevin said, calmer then before. I was shocked that Kevin would say something like that. Did he not see Nick was in the room?
There was a cough and heads must have turned in the direction. There was a sigh of discomfort from Joe.
"It wasn't my fault. If it was anyone's fault, it was Wisty's." Nick's genital voice said.
That's it! I couldn't take it anymore. "My fault?! How is it my fault?" I juppmed up yelling.
The boys were in shock. I wouldn't blame them, but I can't feel any sympathy for them. They broke my heart for the last time.
"Wisty...?" Joe whispered.
"Ever since you guys left, no one's called me Wisty. My name is
"How is it your fault? You showed up! That's how!" he yelled back.
I sniffled and walked to the door. Kevin stood in my way. I pushed him out of the way, making him fall to the ground in Joe's direction. "It's not my fault...It your fault." I muttered with tears in my eyes.
Nick ran to me as I opened the door. I put his arm out and closed it shut. I pushed him away, but he grabbed my wrist. "How is our fault?" he whispered as he leaned into my ear.
He let go, my tears subsided. "I wasn't the one who forgot about me...you did." and I left them with nothing to say. Even if they did have something to say, they couldn't even get it out. I slammed the door and knocked into Jenny and Stella.
"Finally!" I said. We ran for the nearest exit and drove home.
"What happened Abbs?" Stella asked half way home.
"I just want to forget this ever happened!" I cried. It seems that's all I did tonight....Cry.
:'-(
- Music:In The End - Nick Jonas and The Administration
*FLASHBACK*
I brought my last bag out to the van. Everything I needed was going to California and non of it was coming back. I handed it to dad and he put it in the moving truck, the closed the door. Unlace
I turned and saw Wisty. She was sitting on the curb. Her sleeves drenched in tears. I sat down next to her, trying not to cry myself. I wasn't going to see her for a long time. I didn't want to leave.
"Wisty...Come on.
She looked at me, a smile growing on her face. She wrapped her arms around me. "I'm going to miss you, Nick.
I hugged her back. I slowly pulled away so our heads touched. I tear slid down both of our faces. A flash of light lit the dark, sad mood. It was Kevin.
"Come on. You guys are gunna still be BFF's, no matter the length of miles between you." he smirked.
We both smiled and chuckled. I got up and helped Wisty up.
We walked over to our parents who were saying good by when my mom said, "Why not a group picture of the Jonas family in front of the old place? Then one of just the boys?"
Wisty agreed while me and my brothers cursed under our breaths.
I pulled Wisty to the side, and dragged her to a place where no one would look for us. Our old tree house. This was the one place we could be alone.
We laughed for a while, we went through memories. Then, out of nowhere, our lips met. If only for a few seconds I was in heaven. Then a flash of light came again. Joe took a picture of our kiss.
Wisty chanced Joe from the tree house to the van, it was quite comical.
I ran over to Wisty and hugged her. I didn't want to let go. I heard both of our moms talking. We looked and they had cameras. They took the last picture me and Wisty would have in a long time.
I sat in the back of the van and put my hand to the galss. Wisty put her hand on mind, but the glass stopped up from touching. We both smiled, and a tear went down our faces as my dad drove us away.
*END*
That was the last I saw of Wisty...that is, before tonight.
I knew why I didn't remember her until now. When I stepped into my new house, I swore it would be a new start. I just couldn't face tear filled life that was my childhood back in New Jersey.
Someone banged on my door..."Nick! It's time to go on!" yelled both my older brothers.
It was time to face the music. I unlocked the door and I walked on the stage with perpouse. When I looked out at the crowed I cried...There she was, front row center....
I waved to her, tears in both of our eyes. I felt like I was still her friend, like we never lost touch. That's when Joe punched my arm. I snapped out of my trance and began to play our opening song, which Wisty wrote for us. 'That's Just The Way We Roll'...
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When the concert was ready to end, Kevin walked up to me with his microphone. I pulled mine off the stand and we walked over to the center stage.
"So everyone knows, this is our home town." Kevin began, the girls screamed so loud. "And that means we have friends here that we don't see very often."
I looked at Wisty, she muttered something. It was something like, 'Or at all...' or 'Matt Saul...' But I think it was the first one.
"I just wanted to bring a old friend up to the stage...Wisty..." I said into the mic.
Wisty's POV (
When Nick said my name, Jenny went crazy. She finally believed I knew them.
Kevin held out his hand for me, and I took it. He pulled me on stage. I looked out into the crowed and saw the faces that were in tears. For the second time I was up on this stage.
I couldn't breath, the adrenaline was too much. Then I saw Jenny take out her camera again. That sent me over the top. I began to hyperventilate. I calmed my breathing when I saw Nick's face. The face that stole my heart, the smile that stole my life. He signaled someone on the side of the stage, and he spoke into a walky talky...suddenly the lights went out, and a spot light was on all four of us. A chair was in the middle of the stage, I was encouraged to sit.
For the first time the crowed was dead silent. I looked behind me at the screen and a slide shopw began to play, with a song I sang. The song I recorded, and gave to Nick for his 12th birthday. It was called 'Colors Of The Wind' from Pocahontas...It was my favorite song at the time. Kevin thought it would be cool if I recorded some of my favorite songs for Nick's birthday. I gave it to him and he cried.
I saw the pictures of our childhood go by, one by one. I was handed me a microphone, and I couldn't. But I did. I began to sing.
The crowed waved their hands back and forth, some with glow sticks in the air, others with phones. Tears burned
- Music:In The End - Nick Jonas and The Administration
To my surprise, Stella and Jenny stood still just looking at the boys. I was flabbergasted when the boys bent down to help. Before they could do anything, I put the two pictures and the drum stick away. The helped my pick up everything else. I couldn't look them in the eyes, but I smiled once I did. "Thanks." I whispered.
We took our picture and introduced ourselves. Jenny and Stella went first and screamed it out. I just looked at them.
"I'm..." I started. I was debating weather to say Abby or Wisty, so I went with the name I heard for the first time in 4 years. "I'm Wisty Rose..."
They just looked at me. They smiled and said what they usually say to fans, "Nice to meet you."
I handed Nick the copy of the picture and he just looked at it. "Whats this?" he laughed.
"Its yours. Ask your mom about it. Shell know the answer about that day, that cold October day. The day you left Wyckoff behind you and never came back..."
We left pretty fast, thanks to the fact that Jenny pushed me out of the room after I shot my mouth off. I cried so hard as we walked back to our seats.
I knew they wouldn't remember me...No one ever does. It's just basic fact.
"What the hell was that about?" Jenny screamed at me.
The tears burned as they ran down my face.
Nick's POV
That Wisty girl left pretty fast. What did she mean by all that? "Its yours. Ask your mom about it. Shell know the answer about that day, that cold October day. The day you left Wyckoff behind you and never came back..."
I rushed to mom and dad with the picture, Kevin and Joe yelling and running after me.
I slammed the door open, mom dad and Frankie jumped. I walked over to mom who was looking through an old photo album. I put the picture in her face. "What is this?" I asked.
She just looked. A tear ran down her face. "Oh, honey. I know you and her were close..." she began.
"Close? This random girl came up to me with this! I don't know her!" I screamed.
She was terrified. Tell ya the truth, so was I. I was just so baffled by all this. A random person comes up to me basically telling me I'm a douche bag. How would you react?
"Nick? You ok man?" Joe ask. He looked at me like I was crazy. Even Kevin, the person that understood everything, thought I was crazy.
I sat down on the couch next to mom. My head lay on her shoulder, my breathing calming down just a bit. A tear slid down my face, a silent cry of hope. I didn't know why, but I felt something when I look at the picture. Regret. Remorse. Hatred. I don't know.
"Mom...Who is she?" I asked. The tears stinging as they rolled down my face.
She put her hand through my curls and whipped a few tears away.
"She was your best friend. You and Wisty where so close, it was like you were twins. You..." she began. A tear slid down her check. I took my thumb and whipped it away.
I ran out of the room and went to my room, locking the door behind me. I didn't want to be disturbed. I sat in the middle of the room and began to rearrange my thoughts. As the memories began flood back I remembered I carried a few books of home. They had memories that I never wanted to forget. There was 5 books. And they were filled past capacity.
I opened the biggest one labeled 'BOOK 5'. It was filled with pictures and letters, poems and lyrics. Everything down to small pictures of music notes and headphones. It brought tears to my eyes. The last photo in the last book. It was the same picture that the girl...Wisty...had given me. The memory burned into my mind. There where other leading up to the last one. Unlace
He handed me the pack with all the tickets and passes. I automatically put on my backstage pass and meet and greet pass so I wouldn't forget.
The man told us what to do with the backstage passes. He said that just as security takes us to the boys dressing room they'll escort us back to our new seats. Then when the opening act,
We ran to the ticket guy, and showed him our passes. He let us go, checking our, new, tickets. We went to the closest security grad and he gave us the grand old tour.
When the tour ended, right outside the JoBros dressing room, we headed back. Before we go into our seats Stella said me something. "Abbs? Why did you put down Wisteria for your name?"
I looked down at her cute 9 year old face. I took a deep breath, "Wisteria is my first name. Abigail,
Jenny rolled her eyes as her sister began to think of another question to ask. It was gunna take a while.
While Stella began to think the opening act came on; there's three. There's Honor Society, The
Honor Society came on stage and I screamed. Jenny knows I LOVE them and that I daydream about Alex walking up to me and kissing me.
They ended their first sign and then Alex got up from the drums and walked over to me, him with a microphone in his hand. He leaded over to a security grad and whispered something. The hard nodded and picked me out of the crowed. I was wide eyed. I had my sign with me and my heart began pound. The hard escorted me on stage and over to Alex. I smiled. Alex escorted me to a seat at center stage, his hand on my back.
"What's your name?" he asked into the microphone.
He bent down and gave me the mic, "My name is Abby."
He smiled and winked at me. He walked back to the drums and picked up something. It was some type of percussion instrument. He and Andrew walked over to Jason's mic. They began a song, my favorite song, Goodnight My Love.
When it was done I noticed my sign said, 'IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" Alex went to get his mic and something from the back. They all began to sing
I blacked out, the next thing I knew we were on line for the meet and great. I made sure we were last. It would take a while to even see the JoBros. In the mean time, Jenny took out her flip video camera and pressed play. I watched what just happened to me. Going on stage, begin sung to and being given Alex's drum stick. When I got off stage I screamed into the camera.
Stella finally looked at me and asked, "Can I call you Wisty?"
I looked her in the face and said, "Only one person ever called me Wisty, and I havent heard that name since he left for L.A. with his brothers. So, no."
I looked at the stick I had gotten for my birthday, smiled, and safely tucked it away in my big ass purse. I just blushed the entire time we waited on line. As we got up to the front of the line I began to dig through my purse and frantically pulled out my pictures. The one when I was 5 and the other when I was 13. I pulled out another picture, a copy of our last moment together. I cried as I saw the picture.
I cried some more and as we got closer I saw their smiles, which made me cry even more. Their smiles were the last thing I saw before they left. They smiled as they drove away, even though Nick and I were crying we smiled. I hoped the best for them, even as I secretly cursed to the heavens, I hoped the best.
When it was our turn, I dried my tears. I didn't want them to think I was some crazed fan. As I frantically put away two of the three picture, I tripped. How embarrassing. All the contents of my bag spilled all over the floor.
- Music:In The End - Nick Jonas and The Administration
It was 2007 when my best friend moved away, it was 2007 when he said he'd be in touch, and it was 2007 when my 'friend' erased me from his mind.
Now it's 2010, and I never got his image out of my mind. How could I? He was EVERYWHERE! My new friend, Jenny, who's obsessed with the JoBros, is dragging me to a concert with her younger sister, Stella. I said no to her like a million times, but I had to come. I'm 17 and she's dragging me to a concert agents my will.
Jenny never believed me that I once new the Jonas Brothers. Even when I showed her pictures from the 10 years I lived next to them. I carry around two pictures from that time.
One was of me and the three oldest Jonas boys. It was my 5th birthday and the Joneses came over my house that summer day. I was sick and they stayed by my side. If I was thirty they'd get me a drink of water or OJ. If I was hungry they'd get my some crackers or so bread.
The other was a picture of me and Nick the day they left. We stood in front of their house, trying to smile. We knew we wouldn't see each other for a long time. We tried so hard to be happy that day. We both cried when the van drove away with their stuff. I cried for weeks after that. My mom and his mom both took that picture.
I met Jenny when she moved into the Joneses old house. Her family moved in a month after they left.
Now we're standing outside of the venue, just next to the Radio Disney tent. Radio Disney started a contest so Jenny and Stella entered.
"C'mon Abbs. Enter the contest with us!" Jenny and Stella begged over and over again.
Just as the contest was closing I entered my name. I regretted doing so once I found out what you win if your one of the 4 winners. You win 3 front row seats and meet and greet passes. The first place winner wins that PLUS backstage passes. Yippee! Not...
The person called the first 3 names and my heart began to race. On the outside I showed no emotion, but secretly I wanted to win. I wanted to go up to them and say 'Hey! Long time no see!'
As the person pulled out the past name and began to read the name aloud, my heart screamed with over load.
"Wisteria A. Rose?" he screamed into a microphone.
My heart dropped for a moment, and then I realized I wrote down my full name. I began to scream. "I WON!"
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