Chapter 9 Amanda

I watched as his eyes scanned the audience then back to me. His mouth was open as if he was surprised. I figured he thought I wasn't attractive or something. My low selfasteme told me that. My eyes closed as tears started to slip through my eyelids. All I could think was that Joe didn't like me. How could Joe Jonas possibly like me?

I did the only thing I possibly could do. Run. I ran so fast out of there. I pushed and shoved my way out. I heard Ingrit calling after me. "Amanda!" she yelled, "Come back!" I just ran though. I ran so fast it all seemed to fade away. I headed to the hotel. Next thing I knew I was in the room sobbing on the floor.

As Ingrit talked to me I sat next to the bathroom sink. I wanted to believe her but why did Joe look at me in such a way? I was scared to find out. I liked him, no I loved him. There was something about him that drawn me in like a moth to a light and every second of that scared the crap out of me. What was I supposed to do? I was in love with a rockstar, a rockstar I dreamed about every night and that I longed to be with. A Rockstar that made my chest hurt and made me blush with just a smile.

Ingrit helped me to my feet as she glanced over me, as if expecting me to be physically hurt. "You okay now?" she asked.

"Yes." I sniffed. "Let's just head to bed."

That morning I worked refreshed and embarrassed. I ran out of a Jonas concert because of my love for Joe. I'm pathetic. As we packed Ingrit kept glancing at me, I knew she knew that something was wrong. I figured she also knew it had to do with last night. She was right no matter what. I let out a sigh as her eyes landed onto me again.

"Are the animals packed?" she asked quickly. I just nodded, "Okay then." She shrugged. There was silence again before she looked up at me once more. "Amanda, speak to me. All morning you were silent. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I said coldly. "I'm just a bit shaken up from last night, but I'll be okay." I explained.

Ingrit sighed then zipped up her bag. "I'm ready, are you-" Then there was a knock at our door. Ingrit and I exchanged glances as I then decided to move towards the door. When I opened it no one was there, just a single red rose of my door.

"What is it?" Ingrit jumped over her bed just to get a better look.

"A rose." I looked up at her, "There's a note too." I pulled the note gently off of the rose and opened it.

"Dear Amanda,
    Don't get freaked I found out your name because your friend was screaming it last night when you guys left the concert. I saw you there, at the Jonas boys concert. I don't want to give out my name but let me just say, you were beautiful. I would like to sit with you and have a cup of coffee sometime if you wish? Maybe tonight?" Hopefully I'll see you at the coffee house around 8:00? XOXO
             ~JAJ"

"Whose it from!" Ingrit yanked the note from my hands. "JAJ, who the freak is that?" She looked at me.

"I don't know, maybe we should stay an extra night to find out." I suggested.

She eyed me for a few minutes then opened her mouth, "What if he is some sort of killer?" She asked.

"I doubt that." I rolled my eyes, "But what if... It's Joe?"

"JAJ?" Ingrit looked at me sternly, "Amanda, honestly I don't think it is..."  She shrugged, I also shrugged.

"Fine, let's go."

We both headed out the door and headed to the high way, we were back on the road to California.

I was driving this time as Ingrit put her feet on the dash board. She turned up the radio as one of her favorite songs played, she then beat her legs gently to the beat. "JAJ" she kept whispering to her self. A few times she would look over at me "JAJ" She smiled. Then her smile faded.

"What?" I asked.

"Uh, Nothing." She looked forward.

"What!?" I almost yelled, "I hate when people do that. You know that!"

Ingrit sighed, "fine!" She looked out her window, "JAJ. Joseph Adam Jonas, JAJ.

I flashed her a look. "SEE!" I pulled over the car, "What if it was him and he saw me crying!" Ingrit stared at me. I put the car in park then climbed out of the car. "You drive." I yelled as we switched seats, "I'm not in a driving sort of mood anymore."

When Ingrit got back into the car she spoke up, "Well, it still may not have been him. Just think that it wasn't. We still don't know. In the note he left messages pretty much saying he wasn't Joe." Ingrit shrugged. "You just blew off a random male, Not Joe. Okay?"

I just nodded, but what if it was Joe? We were way too far to go back now. It was almost 8:00 and it takes two hours to drive back to Disney. I could have missed my chance. Will I ever get another one? F**k my life...