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    Once I finished writing I put the paper on my nightstand, got changed into pjs of sweatpants and a tank and crawled into bed.


    When I woke up the next morning, I could hear Emily in the shower singing along with her Ipod playing an assortment of Jonas Brothers songs. I stretched and realized I wasn't going to fall back asleep, so, I got up and walked over to my closet and picked the outfit I'd wear to the concert tonight. I stayed in my pjs until about 2 hours before the concert and about that time I walked into the bathroom, got undressed, got in the shower, washed my hair and then got out and dried off. Once I was dry, I started to get dressed in a black sequin shirt and jean capris. I dried and curled my hair, threw on a little makeup, grabbed my purse, put on flip-flops and Emily and I walked out the door. We decided to take the subway to the venue and got there 15 minutes before the show started. The concert was great, the boys gave a great performance as usual. After the 2 hour show, Emily and I walked over to the side of the stage, where there were 2 guards preventing fans from getting backstage, but when I showed them the passes they separated just enough to let Emily and I through. We walked down the hall and around the corner to the door that I could tell was the dressing room since there was a group of reporters and cameras outside. When Rob saw us coming, he shooed all the reporters away and escorted us into the dressing room. Once inside, Joe looked at us with a puzzled look.


    “Joe? Don't you remember me?” I asked him.


    “No, should I?” he said.


    “You should be able to remember your best friend that you grew up with since birth,” I told him.


    “Brianna?” Joe just stared at me.


    “Yes, it's me, Joe,” I said, “It's been 5 years since the last time we saw each other.”


    “That's right, I do remember now,” he thought aloud, “Best friends, huh? I believe that.”


    “I hate to mention this, since I've been playing this moment when we see each other again over and over in my head, but the concert and seeing you again isn't the only reason I came. Nick was actually the first to get back in touch, in fact part of the reason he called was because your mom convinced him to.”


    “It was Mom's idea for you to come see us?” Joe looked confused, “I don't understand.”


    “Well, she was, er, is worried about you,” I said.


    “What? Me? Why is she worried about me?”


    “Because she and the rest of your family think that your relationship with Blanda is changing you. And from what I've heard, not in a good way.”


    “What do you think, Bri? Do you think I've changed?” he asked.


    “I don't know, I haven't seen you in 5 years. All I do know is that I want my bestfriend back and I'm not sure that I'll get what I want as long as you're with Blanda.”


    “I'm right here, Bri. You're not losing your best friend.” Joe reached out for me and pulled me into a better hug than I'd gotten in a long time. Not wanting to stop the hug, I tipped my head back to look up at him and said,


    “What about Blanda? Do you really think she's the one? Cause the best friend that I knew would never have wanted to be with a girl that his family didn't approve of.”


    “I don't know, I guess I just really thought that I was in love,” he said, looking down at me.


    “I have a question for you, though,” I said, “Do you, after your unsuccessful relationships, think that you are meant to be with someone else famous?”


    “Probably not. What do you think I should do, Bri? Do you think I should break up with her?”


    “I don't know, do you see yourself with her, later in life, married, with kids?” I asked.


    “No, I guess I don't,” he answered, “Maybe I was meant to stay single for a while. But at least I still have my best friend.”


    “That's right, I'm right here, Joe,” I told him, finally breaking out of the hug, “What would you say if I suggested that we have a best friend movie night?”


    “I'd say that's a great idea. What movie do you want to see?”


    We went back and forth trying to decide on a movie that we both loved while we headed back to Joe's hotel room. Emily went back with the rest of the family to catch up with Nick who she had always been closer to growing up since she was only about a year younger than him. Joe and I finally settled on the first Avengers movie. When we got back to his hotel room, he dug around in a bag searching for the movie while I rummaged around the kitchenette looking for a snack. I finally found a popcorn popper, a bag of unpopped popcorn and a bowl and started it popping while I searched for some oil and salt to season it. Once I was done, I brought the popcorn over to the couch where I sat down cross legged to wait for Joe to get the movie ready. When he did, he walked over and sat down and I moved the bowl of popcorn from my lap to between us so we both could reach it. We had eaten everything in the bowl by the time we were only 20 minutes into the movie. By the time we were halfway through the movie, I grabbed Joe's fleece Yankees blanket off the back of the couch and started to wrap it around myself. When he saw what I was doing, Joe reached around me and pulled the blanket around both of us with his arm holding it around me. Since his arm was wrapped around me, I rested my head on his shoulder. The movie didn't end until just before midnight, and we were both so tired that we didn't even go to bed. We just stayed on the couch, my head eventually ending up resting on his chest and his head tilted back against the back of the sofa while his arms were wrapped around me holding the blanket around both of us.

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