You take a deep breath before you knock on the front door of
the quaint bed an breakfast. The house had once been a southern plantation
home. You close your eyes and mentally walk from the large entry way, up the
stairs, and to one of the fifteen bedrooms. The door opens in front of you, you
open your eyes and your aunt stares down at you.
“Since when do you knock at a bed and breakfast?” You break
into a large grin before pouncing on your aunt, wrapping her in a big hug
despite the floured apron covering her. Your aunt peels you away eventually.
“It’s great to see you too sweetie, lets get your uncle to carry your things
upstairs.” She tilted her voice up the stairs and called out for her husband.
Your Uncle Sean came down the stairs with his face stuck in
a book. He mumbled a distracted “What do you need?” When he reached the bottom
of the stairs.
“Hi, Uncle Sean,” You try, seeing if he really is paying
“_____!” He picks you up in a tight bear hug. “Let me get
your things.” He turns to his wife. “Did you call me for something dear?”
You and you aunt share a smile. “No, go right ahead.”
As soon as you’re settled in the large bedroom, you hear
your aunt knock at the door. “______? I know you just got here, so you can say
no if you like, but I really need some things from the store for dinner, would
You start to consider it, then you see the motorboat keys in
her hand. “I’d love to!” You say with a smile on your face. She tosses you the
keys and hands you a list. “Be back soon.” You don’t waste anytime, immediately
bolting out of your room and sliding down the polished banister.
You hear your uncle call after you as you start up the boat.
“Better hurry, the sky’s looking dark.”
You send him an acknowledging wave, and set off thinking….
I get to drive the boat!!!!
It is getting pretty bad, I hope the water stays calm…
I’m driving the boat… scary thought…
By the time you reach the mainland, the sky has turned a
dark gray. You tie the boat quickly and hurry to the grocery store as it starts
to rain. The ringing of the doorbell was accompanied by a crash of lightning.
The woman at the counter waved hello before getting back to her cleaning. You
run a hand through your slightly damp hair and pull the crumpled list out of
your pocket. As you paid for your groceries you watched the storm outside. It
was still only drizzling but the wind and lightning were enough to take it to a
full blown storm. The television droning in the background announced that the
lake was declared off limits just before the cable went out. You groaned
audibly, the bridge was on the opposite shore.
“It’s going to be a long walk.”
The cashier gives you a sympathetic smile as she hands you a
receipt. As you step out of the building, you see a group of people taking
shelter under the store’s awning. Two of them were talking to each other while
the third paced off to the side while on the phone.
“Can someone please explain to me why we had to walk back
here?” One of them was saying.
Another sighed impatiently. “Who knows, the sooner we can
find a hotel the better.”
The man on the phone started talking louder. “I can’t hear
you, is there any other way around?”
There was a long pause. “Hello?” He dropped the phone back into his
pocket. “Maybe there’s a phone inside.”
You couldn’t help but interrupt. “Don’t bother, all the
lines are down.”
They turned to you then, all three of the young men wearing
hoods and sun glasses, you almost wanted to laugh at them. “Look, if you need a
place to stay, we have to room.”
They exchanged uncomfortable looks.
You cringe. “No, um, my aunt and uncle run the bed and
breakfast, there’s no actual hotel here. And they won’t hear of you paying once
they see how pathetically you all look like lost puppies left out in a rain
storm right now.” They visibly relaxed, if a bit offended at your comment about
their soaked clothes. “There’s just one problem.”
The shortest one, who’s voice aged him around fifteen spoke
up. “What is it?”
You smile and bit your lower lip. “I came here by boat, and
the sheriff closed down water traffic, but if you have a car we can swing
around and cut over the bridge.”
One of them, the only one wearing a scarf, smirked. “You
need a ride home.”
You laugh and blush slightly. “Yeah, I do. But in the very
least I can promise a hot meal if I get these groceries back in time.”
The phone boy grabs your wrist. “The car is this way.”
Scarf-boy calls from behind as he starts to pull you away.
“Kev shouldn’t we wait for…”
He cut the other off. “C’mon, they don’t call you Danger for
You heard someone mutter, “He’s got a point.” Before the
four of you were trudging through the mud.
When you reach the car you see why they are stranded. A very
tall tree had been knocked down across the town’s only road in that direction,
barely missing their car.
You cock your head. “That could have been painful.”
The one called Kev continued the pull you towards the rather
nice car. “You sit in shot gun.” He practically ordered.
“Excuse me? Who died and made you my dad?” You say a little put off.
I get to sit shot gun with Kevin Jonas driving! You regain your composure and say, “Yeah, just, um, let me take my shoes off.”
You make your way to the car, miraculously only loosing your balance once, and catching yourself by leaning a hand on the car. “I’m good, happens all the time.”
Kevin seemed to ignore you as he got in the car, while the
youngest smiled at your hesitance to get the car dirty. “Don’t worry about the
car, mud can be cleaned.”
You return the smile before climbing in the car. Kevin turns
the car around and starts across town. Scarf-boy, for lack of better name to
call him, was trying to find a radio station that worked with the radio remote.
You look back and open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you
off. “Yeah I know, it’s an electrical storm, don’t bother.”
You crinkly your nose and nod. “Sorry.”
In the heavy winds, Kevin managed to keep the car from
swerving too much, and you made it across the bridge in almost total silence.
The youngest caught your arm before you reached the door. “You’re sure she
You laughed. “Just watch.” You open the door and call inside
and you wipe your feet on the mat. “Aunt Allison, I brought some strays home
“Oh good,” She answers from the kitchen. “I need someone to
set the table, and the tomatoes need to be sliced. Also…” You hear her stop
mid-sentence from the hallway where you are rummaging through the closet. You
smile, knowing she just found the boys standing drenched in her front room. “Dear
Lord, you are all soaked, _____ can you get them…”
“Towels?” You finish for her, walking in with an armful. The
boys thank you as you hand them each one. You point to your aunt. “My Aunt
Allison, and these are Kevin, Scarf-boy, and the younger one.” ‘Scarf-boy’
cocked an eyebrow and you shrug. “I had to call you something.”
He shook his head and laughed. “It’s Joe, and he’s Nick.”
“I like Scarf-boy better,” Kevin muttered so only you and
Your aunt had already started talking again, though she is
headed back to the kitchen. “When I saw how quickly the storm picked up I was
so worried you wouldn’t make it. Your Uncle will have your head for bringing
his boat back here in this.”
You follow her, motioning the boys to follow. “I didn’t,
they have a car so we took the bridge.”
She glanced back at you. “The bridge will be washed out if
it starts to rain too hard.” She hands you a bag of onions. “Boys! Wash your
They all hurried to comply while you flashed them an
I-told-you-so smile. “Chopped or sliced?” You ask, starting at the onions.
Kevin and Nick headed to the dining room, while Joe stayed to slice the
tomatoes. Now that his sweater was off, you could see his long hair hanging wet
in his face. He pushed it away every few moments. You felt kind of bad for not
letting him and the others change before putting them to work. Your aunt
disappeared somewhere, and the two of you continued to work in silence. You
wipe a few tears away as you continue to chop the onion in your hand.
Joe lifts himself up on the counter and starts talking
nonsense. “You may not know this, but I’m really quite a sentimental dog.”
“What?” You ask.
“I cry easily,” He says ignoring you. “Onions for instance,
always make me cry.” You laugh slightly, which he takes as encouragement. The
speaking changes to singing, catching you off guard. “I'll admit I split
bananas, take Easter eggs and make them dye. But I never harmed an onion so why
should they make me cry?” You were fully laughing now. He grinned broadly and
hopped off the counter, taking a onion to dance with as he did. “Once I saw a
salad dressing. My face got radish, my oh my.” You shook you head at the way he
said ‘my oh my,’ with his hand on his cheek. “But I never harmed an onion so
why should they make me cry?”
“Would you stop?” You ask, trying to snatch the onion from
As if to answer, his song became a little more intense as he
stomped around the kitchen. “Potatoes I've mashed, and berries I've crushed,”
He jumped angrily as if to illustrate the crushing and mashing. “I've made an
arti-choke, and that's not all. I've also whipped cream, and beaten an egg.
Yes, I've even made a melon ball.” He got down on his knees and held up the
onion to implore its forgiveness. “Of all the things above, I'm guilty.
If punished I would know just why. But I never harmed an onion so why should
they make me cry?” He pretended to sob uncontrollably. “Oh why should they make
me cry?” He wiped his eyes and spoke passionately. “This has been a Muppets
moment, courtesy of Rowlf the dog.” He then stood and started to slice tomatoes
as if nothing happened. You couldn’t help but just stand there with your hand
over your mouth.
After a long time of stillness you finally start to continue
your task, turning to the carrots, now with a very interesting song stuck in
Joe Jonas sang to me!!!! (relax honey, it was the onion song).
Once the table was set, and the tomatoes were done, your
aunt sent Sean to help them with their bags so they could be more presentable.
You continued to help your aunt cook. They food was just finishing up in the
oven, you were curled up on the couch flipping through one of the many
magazines your aunt kept lying around for customers when you heard one of the
guests scream. You bolt up and towards the scream. You find an eleven year old
girl at the bottom of the stairs, staring up.
“You’re Nick Jonas!” She screams again.
You cover your ears at the noise and look up at Nick. He
stood there not sure what to do, looking rather cute in dryer clothes, and hair
that hadn’t been attacked by rain. Joe and Kevin came running from their rooms,
until they saw what the screaming was about.
Or rather they heard it, when the girl screeched again. “Oh
my God! You’re all here!”
You bring your lips inside your mouth in an attempt to hide
your smile. So you hadn’t been sure when they were all wet and hiding behind
glasses and hoods, but you hadn’t expected this situation.
After a long awkward silence Nick waved. “Hi, I’m Nick.”
The girl was practically dancing. “Please, please do the
intro.” The boys looked confused. “You know, What’s up I’m…”
Joe fingered his gray hat in confusion. You couldn’t help it
anymore, you started laughing. “Hun, I think the ‘brothers’ would like to come
down to dinner now.”
The girl’s eyes widened even more, if possible. “They’re
eating with us?” Her voice had turned from a scream to an excited whisper.
You give her an exaggerated nod. “Yup.” She gave another
squeal and ran off. You turned back to the boys, who were headed down the
stairs. “How are the rooms?”
Kevin smiled, taking your arm to lead you to the dining
room. “Great, this is a great place.”
You pull away somewhat hesitantly. “I have to help serve,
but please find a seat.” You wave to the dining room door as you disappear into
the kitchen. Carrying the chicken, cooked with your and Joe’s veggies, you fail
at hiding a smile when you see the girl sitting quite star struck next to Nick.
The boy made a valiant effort at conversation, but the girl was too speechless
to talk. When you go to take a seat, Nick immediately stands to pull out the
chair next to him and Kevin for you. You smile at him and whisper softly before
taking a seat. “You want me to take our seat?”
He smiles in appreciation. “Thanks, but I’m good.” As you
eat, you can’t help but notice Nick’s polite responses to the girl’s frankly
rude and prying questions.
“So, are you still dating?” She asks, batting her little
Junior High eyes. You shake your head thinking…
Back up, girl! You’re way too young for him…
How embarrassing, poor guy.
Well, are you? I want to know too! (and I’m the right age too!)
Besides the makeshift conversation between Nick and his new
‘friend,’ the dinner table was remotely quiet. Partly because the girl was
making everyone else nervous, but also because your aunts chicken was really
good. As were the mashed potatoes. After dinner, you start to clear the table.
As you head back to the kitchen you notice Joe following you with a pile of dishes.
You put yours down on the table and take the stack from him.
“Excuse you, you’re not supposed to be helping,” You say,
trying to shoo him out of the kitchen.
He looks at you obstinately. “Why not? Just because I’m a
You roll your eyes at him. “Sorry Rockstar, no preferential
treatment here, but you are a guest. And as a guest, you can’t help with the
“I helped with dinner,” He argues. “And don’t call me that.”
You pause for a second before answering.
“Good point, but I’m still not letting you. This is my chore, and I’ll call you Rockstar if I want.”
“Yes, and you sung Muppets to me, therefore I don’t want to be in here alone with you again.”
“Honestly, there’s not room in here for two people to do dishes, I can do it on my own.”
Joe hangs his head in defeat before retreating back to his
brothers. You just start rinsing when Kevin walks in.
“What can I do?” He asks, clapping his hands in front of
You sigh and turn to him, not realizing you have a knife in
your hands. “what is with you guys, go get some sleep you look exhausted, the
place can run without you.”
“It was just a question,” Kevin says, one hand up in
surrender, while the other lowers your knife wielding hand
Your Uncle Sean chose that moment to enter. He claps a hand
on Kevin’s shoulder. “Going to get some firewood since the storm hasn’t let up,
mind lending a hand?”
Kevin smiles smugly at you. “Love to.”
You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your
That night, as you lie in bed wide awake. You finally get
frustrated with jet lag and turn on your light. Reaching over to your things
you pull out your:
Guitar, might as well write a song.
Laptop, gonna get some writing done.
Xbox, there’s a tv in my room