You're the reason that I'm singing{A Nick Jonas Story}

You woke up the next morning to feel your head pounding so hard that you had to push the palm of your hand onto your forehead as you stood up to go get an aspirin. You glanced at the clock as you poured yourself a glass of water to drink with the aspirin. The numbers 5:36am flashed at you as you sighed and sat down. 'I need sleep' you thought groggily as you stood up and went to grab your blanket off the couch. You stopped short with your hand just an inch above the fabric as you remembered what had woken you up at such an early hour with such a small amount of sleep keeping you going and a pounding headache reverberating through your skull. You had experienced one of the most frightening nightmares that had ever graced your un-conscious mind in since the ones that used to wake you up screaming in the middle of the night about the crash that killed your mother.
The funny thing was that, you completely forgot what it was about. You always remembered the concepts and ideas from your dreams and had documented the more interesting ones in your diary. You could not once remember not being able to recall what you had dreamt of, although perhaps you forgot before you remembered that you forgot. Either way you found this quite weird. "Oh dear monkeys in Spain eating peppercorn!" you screamed as you realized you had not warned Nick to keep all you had told him a secret. Swearing was very frowned upon by your father and you had come up with some pretty interesting excuse swear words. You rushed over to your clothes box and tore out the first things you could classify as an "Outfit" and ran out the door, only to run back in again as you realized what time it was. You paced around your house, unpacking the occasional box here and there. You were killing time in any way you knew how and after you had successfully unpacked all the boxes in your entire house you sat down on your memory foam mattress.
You sighed as you looked around your room, the walls were beige and the room was bare, you couldn’t do anything to your room until you hired painters. "That’s it!" you screamed out loud and ran to go get the phone book the real-estate agent had left for you. You grabbed your cell phone, brand new and dialed the first number you saw.
After a lengthy conversation, everything was set; the painters would be here tomorrow morning with the most obnoxious color choices they could find. You especially wanted your room to be painted lime green, highlighter orange, deep purple and blood red, you planned to do vertical pinstripes and to have lines of white separating every color so you could take a sharpie and write things in the gaps. You always loved writing things which popped into your head on your walls; you even had whole poems on them at your old house.
The one thing your father couldn't control was your room so you made it as personal as you possibly could. You pinned everything to your walls, mostly for convenience but partly as a display to the world. It was all sort of an expression of who you are and the things that make you tick. You ran into the kitchen again and saw the clock flash 10:00am on it. 'Early enough.' you thought as you headed out the door. You walked over across the street and knocked on the Jonas' door, hoping that they weren’t the kind of people to sleep in, you didn't even know what day of the week it was and you hoped you didn't disturb them. No answer. You looked around to see a strange car in the driveway; it wasn't one of the Jonas' cars so you figured they must have a guest. You noticed that the door was slightly ajar so you figured that it was OK if you just popped in to talk to Nick quickly. You walked down the hall to the doors where the boys’ bedrooms were accessed and knocked on Nick’s. You were still confused about your feelings towards Nick but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you and you figured it was best if you just gave it time. The door creaked open and you were just about to explain that the door was left open when you saw who it was that had opened it.
There, in the doorway stood a teenage girl with mid-length dark brown, almost black hair and a perfect body. She looked older than you and she was much shorter than you at about 5' 6" tall you were guessing and to top it all off she had a perfect body, absolutely goddess perfect, you knew this because as she stood in front of you in Nick's doorway you noticed that she was not fully clothed, in fact, all she had on was a small white towel that barley covered her at all. Nick was sitting up on his bed behind her looking completley un-phazed by her pressance or the fact that she was missing her clothing. It felt like a delicate glass orb had beenplaced inside your chest and carefully sewn closed, only to be shatteredinto millions of pieces of sharp glass, theycoursed through your body.
You ran as fast as your legs would carry you, you didn't care that the tiny pieces of glass inside of you were now making their way through your system and shredding everything in their path. You felt betrayed. You now knew that it was love you felt for Nick, and you regretted it as you collapsed on the floor just inside your door, struggling to breathe. You remember everything slowly going black and you lying in a tight ball curled on the floor struggling to breathe just before the sweet numb of unconsciousness claimed you.

PS-Thanks to Katrina for the idea of the new char introduced in this chapter! Yay whores! (jkjk)
LoL, he looks so suave, debonair and sophistocated. LMAO, big words.