"Charlotte....Charlotte..."
Someone was calling my name through my dreams and I hated it at that moment. I was having a very good dream about Ni- I mean...umm....a random rockstar, that called me onstage and sang to me. I buried my head farther into my pillow and groaned.
"Go away."
"No." The stubborn voice sounded very familar.
"Yes."
"No"
"Yes"
I can't belive I was having an arguement with a voice that I wasnt even sure that was there. I really had gone insane.
"Are you part of the band?" I groaned again and rolled over. "He's singing to me. Leave us alone."
I sighed in contentment as I pulled my pillow over my head and almost fell back asleep. I heard laughter and I frowned.
"What's so funny?"
"Who's singing to you?" The voice came back.
Seconds before slipping back into unconciousness I muttered one name.
"Nick Jonas."
Kit turned to Nick, who was by my door, and smiled.
"She's dreaming about you. Check that."
Nick turned bright red, and looked down at my sleeping form. "She...she has no control over what she dreams. It doesnt mean anything."
Kit shook her head. "It does too. Dreams are affected by the concious mind too."
"Okay, Dr. Phil. So she had a dream. That doesnt mean she likes me."
"Look here Romeo. She held your hand, she didnt stop talking to you after those tabloid rumers, and she dreamed that you were singing to her. I'm a girl. I know she likes you." Kit shrugged her sholdiers and started to walk twords me again.
"You dont know she likes me. You're just guessing." Nick accused her.
"I know for certain she likes you. There you go." Kit turned her back on him and started shaking me. "Charlotte. Wake up. We have stuff to do."
"Like what?" I sat up and rubbed my eyes.
I looked around my room and blushed when I saw Nick. I self-conciously pulled on my tanktop, bringing it up on my chest some more I looked over at Kit as she was busily writting things down on a notebook.
"What's that for?" I pointed to my notebook as I got out of bed.
Thankfully I was wearing sweat pants with my black tank top. I walked over to my closet, making sure not to hug Nick until I had a shower. After grabbing a babydoll top, dark wash jeans, and a clean pair of underwear and a bra, I locked myself in my bathroom and listened while Kit told me it was a list for what they were going to do today.
"Why do we need a list?" I shouted to her as I got in the shower.
"You'll see!" Kit shouted back. "We'll be here when you get out, so then we can all go see it together."
I rolled my eyes, but agreed. After shampooing and conditioning my hair, I shaved, dressed, dried my hair, straightened it, and lastly, put on a little make up. Finally stepping out of the bathroom, I found Nick laying on my bed, and Kit on my computer.
"Ready?" I asked them.
"Yeah. Lets go." Kit signed off and motioned for Nick and I to follow her.
We made it all the way down the street before she instructed Nick to cover my eyes. He happily complied, keeping one hand over my eyes and one inside my hand. We finally stopped and I had no clue where we were. I could hear Samatha, Kevin, Kit, Nick and Joe talking but I didnt know what was going on. Suddenly Nick dropped his hand and I squinted to see in the bright sunlight. I could see I was in the Jonas' backyard and there was a bus right in front of me. A bus with the name "Jonas Brothers" on it.....
"OH MY GOD! THE TOUR BUS!" I screamed as loud as I could.
Everyone winced, but laughed at my excitement. I rushed up the stairs, ready to see my home for the next three months. I pulled on the handle but it didnt open. I turned around and faced the group, a pout on my face.
"It wont open!"
Kevin shook his head and laughed at me. He tossed me a key and I hurridly opened the door. I finally got it to unlock and went inside. The inside had a couch, tv, table and a kitchen area. I squealled in delight and explored further. The room next to it had four beds, all set up in bunk bed style. I ran back out and saw that there was an extra bedroom in the front for the driver. By that time, everyone had come inside and were sitting on the couch, talking.
"Are'nt you excited?!" I jumped up and down with excitment.
Kit stood up and hugged me. "We've been through this before. The tour bus excitment. But tomorrow is tour bus living in day. Today is tour bus decorating day."
I stopped bouncing and tilted my head to the side. "Decorating the tour bus?"
"Yeah its a tradition." She showed me the paper she was writing one earlier which now had things like "lights", "posters", ect.
I nodded my head and grinned. "Sounds like fun."
For the next two hours we hung up posters, made the beds, and even strung up fairy lights all over the celing. We sat down, exausted, when we were finished. Seconds later, Kit jumped up and started to pull Samantha and I up as well.
"Come'on, we have to get our clothes."
After going into Kit's car, which was parked in the driveway, the girls helped me get my three suitcases, then to Samantha's house, which was a two story brick house, roughly two blocks away from mine, which I had to stay in the car, in case Aiden was home. They came out five minutes later with two suitcases and a duffle bag. Kit's house was next, and we picked up her four suitcases. We made it back to the Jonas' after about thirty minutes. After storing my suitcases under the beds, I looked around with my hands on my hips and surveyed the small room.
"What are the sleeping arrangements?"
Kit looked over from where she was trying fit all of her four suitcases under the bed. "Well since the're are only four beds and six people, Joe and I are sharing a bed, Kevin and Sam, and since its your first time on tour, and Nick and you arent together or anything, you and him have seprate beds.
"Yet." Sam spoke up as she sat on her bed.
"What do you mean "yet"?" I asked her as I layed down on my bed that Kit had pointed out was mine.
"Yet. You and Nick aren't together yet." She grinned in my direction and dodged my incoming pillow.
"Shut up. You're a weirdo." I blushed and smiled at the glances that Kit and Sam were sending me.
"Your mom's a weirdo." Sam fired back as she tossed a pillow at me.
Hence, began, the most awesomest pillow fight of the century.
