I sat at in the kitchen table with tears in my eyes. It had been a week, and Nick and I or even any of the Jonas Brothers has spoken. It was killing me. I looked down at the bowl of cereal in front of me. All the clustered oats were mushy and drowning. Just like my heart. A definition of me would defiantly mention drama queen but, hey, wouldn’t your heart be broken if you were having relationship problems with Nick Jonas?
Out of no where my mother looked up from her newspaper and started to speak.
“Honey, how long has it been since you’ve spoken to Joe, Kevin or even Nick?” she asked. OH, she just realized I was heart broken of what had happened.
“I don’t know. A week or two?”
“Don’t you think you guys should keep in touch? And maybe you and Nick should work things out?
“Well….yeah, but….....a lot of…bad things have been happening. And I don’t want to end up with another broken heart,”.
“Well, is Nick worth it?” I thought for a moment.
“Yeah, totally, lemme go talk to him.”
“Honey, their on tour,”.