Day One Hundred and Sixteen.
I am a genius. I came up with the most brilliant idea; JK Rowling would bow down to me.
I knew that today was Rainie's last day shadowing us on the tour. I'm surprised she was able to sneak by everyone who mattered without getting caught; but then again, I wasn't all that surprised, because she was smart. And interesting. And beautiful. Who wouldn't want her around?
The thought of Rainie leaving made me panic a little bit on in the inside. It was uncertain when I would see her again, and I didn't want all that quality time we had spent together over breakfasts going to waste, cancelled out by the vast amounts of time between our visits. I knew I had to have some sort of assurance of our relationship so that it could continue to bloom.
That's where Kendall came in. Who knew the psycho bitch would be good for something?
She was still pestering me every day, and it was draining me of my natural cheery disposition. I could probably report her to someone for harassing me, but to be honest, I kind of enjoyed hearing what she had to say - she always used her ‘sexy' voice and tried to turn me on. Instead, I think she turned herself on, and while it was awkward, it was entertaining. I even had to laugh a few times.
Anyway, this day was no different. When she called, I was eating my last breakfast with Rainie. I sighed, glaring at my phone as it buzzed.
"Is it that girl again?" Rainie inquired.
I nodded grimly.
"You could always not answer your phone..." she suggested.
I shrugged. She didn't understand Kendall's craziness. She didn't understand that she would call back until I picked up, no matter how long it took. I was mad at Kendall for interrupting my meal with Rainie, but I planned on making it quick and getting it over with.
"Hello," I said monotonously.
"Hey cutie! What's up!"
Ugh. That bubbly voice gave me shivers. "Not much. Busy. Can't talk."
"Just for a minute, then!" she exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes in front of Rainie - she giggled. It was then that my brilliant plan was hatched. Rainie didn't know how insanely in love with me Kendall was, did she? And Kendall didn't know that I ate breakfast every morning with another female, did she? I bit my lip to hide my grin as a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.
"Hold on," I said distractedly to Kendall. I tore the phone away from my ear and put my hand over the mouthpiece, leaning towards Rainie across the table. "Can you do me a favour?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Depends what it is."
I paused, ogling her as she ate a strawberry. Holy shit, it was hot in here. "How do you feel about karma? What goes around comes around? Getting people back for all the pain and misery they've bestowed on you?"
Rainie chuckled, folding her arms across the table. "I don't think you can dish out karma, Nick... I think it's supposed to come around on its own."
I groaned. I didn't like that answer. "Will you please be my karma for one minute?"
She raised a curious eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"
In a hushed voice, I briefly explained my idea. Rainie laughed out loud, but she agreed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. I liked that about her - she was feisty. And fiery. And really, really hot. In fact, if I had to categorize Rainie as a vegetable, she would definitely be a jalapeno pepper. Only the bold are willing to try it. (Jesse McCartney is not bold; he is an idiot. Idiots burn their tongues).
I handed her my phone.
She cleared her throat. "Hello?" she said in a very businesslike tone. She paused, and I could hear Kendall's voice, but couldn't make out what she was saying. It was unfortunate.
Rainie made a disgusted face at Kendall's words. "Oh! Excuse me? No! No, you will not be doing that to young Nicholas - no, this is not Nick! This is his girlfriend-"
Though she was mid-sentence, the world froze, and I closed my eyes for a second to savour her words. This is his girlfriend. Ahh. Beautiful.
The world resumed. "- and if I catch you calling my boyfriend again, your ass is mine! Got it, babe?"
You know what would be epic? If Kendall and Rainie fought over me. In their underwear. In the mud.
Rainie paused, listening to Kendall's response. To finish things off, she exclaimed with a laugh, "Oh, you better believe it, girl! Now don't you ever call him again, you little perv! You're sick." With a high-pitched, snooty, "Hmph!", Rainie handed the phone back to me. I turned it off and grinned triumphantly.
"Impressive," I praised her.
Secretly, though, I was praising myself. I just killed two birds with one stone. Not only was Kendall going to back off, but Rainie had direct proof of the intensity of one of my stalkers. It made me seem desirable, didn't it? Hopefully when she realized I was in such high demand, she'd cut the cord with Jessekins and beg to be mine.
I, (along with my tagalong brothers), have sold millions of albums. I've played the biggest venues in front of the biggest crowds. I've travelled the world, I've met and performed with my idols (except, y'know, the dead ones), and I've passed the eleventh grade. Still, I had never felt more accomplished than I did sitting in front of Rainie that day.
"That girl is crazy about you," Rainie commented. (Oh, God. I never thought I'd want to thank Kendall for anything). "I'd tell you what she said she wanted to do to you, but... I just can't bear for your innocent ears to hear it." She smirked.
I shrugged casually. "I've probably heard worse from that one."
"Wow," she breathed, picking at the remains of her meal with a fork. "She was nuts! Jesse never gets calls like that."
That's because nobody likes him, sweetheart.
"I get a few of ‘em," I said as nonchalantly as possible. (That was a lie. There was only Kendall).
"That's... well, that's really funny," Rainie chuckled.
Uh... I guess. Not exactly the response I wanted from her. Didn't it make me seem like some sort of unattainable sex god?
"Thank you," I said after a while. "That's one less thing to worry about."
Rainie nodded with a smile. "Glad to help."
I can't lie - my heart sank a tiny bit. After my scheming, she was supposed to love me. She was supposed to be fidgeting in her chair because it was driving her crazy not to touch me. Hmm. Mystery Girl was proving to be harder to crack than I thought. It was frustrating, but at the same time, it only made her more alluring. What was that thing that Shakespeare said?
"All things that are, are with better spirit chased than enjoyed."
Good try, Will, but you're only half right. The chase was nice, but I was certain it would only make the ‘enjoying' part more... well, enjoyable. Right?
I think Shakespeare was just bitter because he never had a Mystery Girl.
I was throwing my phone in the air and catching it as Rainie and I took the elevator back to our floor. (Probably not the smartest idea, but I had to keep my hands busy or they would be all over her). Rainie pulled her honey-coloured hair away from her face and watched me for a few moments.
She smelled so damn good. It was intoxicating to be next to her. I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to women's scents (which is a good thing), but she smelled like... she smelled like the first day of spring, after it rains. Really fresh. Like a leaf. No, no, like a flower. A tulip. Or a rose. Or maybe a whole bouquet of flowers.
I kind of wanted a bouquet as a replacement for her when she was gone.
"So you're leaving today," I remarked to break the silence.
She nodded sadly. "Back to LA."
"Who will I go to breakfast with?" I asked with a gentle smile.
She shrugged. "Beats me. Maybe your mommy will accompany you."
"Ouch," I placed a hand over my heart, pretending to be wounded as the elevator began to move. I grinned at her. "I think you should consider rejoining us in a week."
She folded her arms across her chest, analyzing me. "You're an interesting guy, Nick Jonas," she commented.
You're sexy as hell, Rainie - shit, what was her last name?
I stopped throwing my phone around, holding it tightly in my hand. I stared at it for a moment, wondering if I should be so bold...
Yes. The answer was yes.
"I still haven't figured you out yet," I stated calmly. (This is it, Nick. This is your chance to get somewhere. Don't fuck up. Don't fuck up. Please, for the love of God, don't fuck up).
"No?" she asked.
"No," I repeated as I fiddled with the buttons on my phone. "But I want to."
I handed her my phone, where I had already typed her name in. I wanted her number.
Was it inappropriate to ask for her number when I knew she had a boyfriend? Maybe. Then again, I'm a sixteen (almost seventeen) year-old boy. I can't be held responsible for my actions.
All I know is, if it was wrong of me to ask, Rainie didn't seem to mind. She complied as we stepped off the elevator, typing her number into the phone.
I made sure to walk behind her so I could do a quick happy dance by shaking my fists in the air and wiggling my hips around. This was amazing. This was fantastic. Holy shit, this was the best day of my life.
She pivoted on her heel abruptly, and I swiftly stuffed my hands into my pockets, acting as natural as possible.
"There you go," she stated, handing me my phone. "I don't know how to save it."
I looked at the screen, preparing to save her number. I glanced at it briefly and froze. With a frown, I slowly raised my head to stare at her in confusion.
She laughed at my expression. "What's wrong?"
I checked her number again - yes, the characters weren't playing tricks on me. "Are you teasing me again?" I asked quietly, furrowing my brow. This couldn't be real.
"No..." she trailed off, perplexed.
It didn't make sense. "This is your real number?" I had to be sure.
Rainie laughed again. "Yes! What's wrong with it?"
I shook my head in amazement. "Nothing. No, nothing."
Jenny's number was 867-5309. Rainie's number was 367-5304.
Oh. My. God. This was a sign. This was a sign that we were meant to be. Tommy Tutone's voice rang in my head as my eyes widened in shock.
Rainie halted at the door of her hotel room. She gave me a radiant, toothy smile. "I'll see you later, Nick."
I couldn't feel my feet anymore, and I was pretty sure I was floating on a cloud - Cloud number Nine, to be specific - so I returned her smile dreamily and replied, "Have a good flight, Rainie."
Three six seven five three oh four. Rainie, I got yo numba. I need to make you mine.
Yeah, I was pretty sure that song was going to be on the play-list at our wedding.