“I promise,” Nick said. “That this week will be dedicated to us!”
I smiled. We were on our way back from the hospital because I had to get my arm looked at. I was in a cast for a while, that was for sure.
“Honey, that won’t work,” said Mrs. Jonas.
“What?”
“You have a concert this week, you have to film for Camp Rock, and you have an interview,”.
“Oops, “said Nick. He smiled weakly over to me.
“It’s okay, we can still hang out!” I said. I was always an
optimist, who didn’t want to look at the better side of a bad situation?
“Okay, that’s fine,” said Nick. He looked a little upset.
“I promise! We’ll be together!” He smiled weakly again. Great. Mrs. Jonas stopped the car.
“Okay, we’re here,” she said.
“Where?”
“We’re at Nick’s interview, honey!” she said. I didn’t mind. At least I was with Nick,
“Hi!” said a familiar voice. Crap. It was Miley.