#who knows if this is even coherent I wrote it between 3 and 7am

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Final Hour (Linked Universe fanfic)

(@artisticgamer, @ludoluck sorry I keep forgetting to tag you guys for my writing)

Inspired by @kikker-oma's amazing Fierce Deity art. Love your talent and your creativity, Oma! <3

Summary: When everything goes horribly wrong, Time desperately attempts everything in his power to fix it. Wind instead chooses to be the self sacrificing Hero, but the end result isn't what Time expected it to be.

(AO3 link)

The clocktower tolled.

He saw her. He saw Zelda standing in front of him, sad and beautiful and aged beyond her years, just like him. He saw her morose smile, the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, her steady resolve despite it all. He saw her play the ocarina as she grew ever smaller and farther away while his hand reached out desperately for her.

The clocktower tolled.

He saw her. He saw Malon smiling sweetly at him, bright and beautiful and innocent, like how he used to be. He saw the freckles on her cheeks pull as she giggled and called him by that nickname she’d made up a lifetime ago. He saw her eyes grow fierce with a desire for adventure as she worked with an unruly mare. He saw her twirl as they danced together.

The clocktower tolled.

He saw them. He saw Anju and Kafei’s love and desperation and acceptance in their eyes as they held each other, as she said they’d greet the morning together while his hand held hers in a white knuckled grip. He saw them tremble as he turned and ran outside.

The clocktower tolled.

He saw them. He saw the Heroes of Hyrule, how they were all young, experienced, hurt, filled with power and hope and light. He saw how they emanated a strength that couldn’t be quantified, an inherent resolve and determination to their core that shone through and resonated between each and every one of them, a shared bond and unbreakable spirit. He saw their uniqueness, their wonder, their gifts and quirks.

And he saw them fall, one by one.

The clocktower tolled.

They’d been wounded. They’d been weak. They’d just fought multiple hordes and had been desperately trying to get to the nearest village. They’d known it hadn’t been far, from the forest they could hear the bells of a clocktower in a nearby town.

There had been a split in the path. Time had chosen the route.

The clocktower tolled.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. It couldn’t happen.

The black blooded dragon roared again, held at bay by the few still standing. He heard a scream, and a body collapse on the ground. He couldn’t even tell who was still standing anymore; he’d been one of the last to fall. Nearly everyone had stilled, no longer writhing in agony or sheer force of will.

Except for Wind.

The sailor groaned as he desperately crawled forward, reaching above Time, whose hand was overhead as he’d been grabbing desperately at one of his items when he fell, as he’d been willing to throw his life, sanity, everything away in a frantic attempt to fix this.

The wooden mask barely was within his grasp, propped by a finger.

Despite the severity of the situation, despite the cold silence of his companions, despite the clocktower ringing in his ears, a reminder of time after time of facing death and life and everything in between as his entire journey flashed before his eyes, he wanted to save Wind from this. The mask was too dangerous for anyone else. What good would such a victory do if the child was lost to the darkness?

“Please, Wind… no.”

He had other methods he could call on.

He had other items he could use.

The Hero of Time was nothing if not relentless. He never gave up. Never. Not even now, not even when he was bleeding to death, when the world around him blurred and dulled, when his mind was screaming and running into the past rather than focusing on the present. Not even now. He’d spent a lifetime perfecting three days over and over and over until he could get everything right and save everyone. He refused to let this be any different.

“You said…” Wind pleaded desperately, his voice trembling, tears and blood and phlegm rolling down his face from what little of it Time could see. With a hiccup, he continued, “You said it’s for emergencies, right? It’s okay, I’ll save you!”

I’ll save you. A last, desperate, pleading promise. The others couldn’t be saved, but Time was still here.

Time’s hands fumbled around his belt, desperately searching for the item he needed.

The clocktower tolled. The dragon roared again, any obstacle between it and the last pair of heroes long gone.

The mask slipped from Time’s finger, a rough disappearance as if it had been pulled.

“Sailor,” he tried again, his voice barely above a whisper, his world spinning and fading fast. He had to move.

Wind screamed.

The noise jolted Time out of his stupor, adrenaline feebly trying to awaken what little life essence he had left in him. He had enough energy to look up and see a figure towering over him where Wind originally had been crawling.

The monster bore Wind’s curls, bleached white. It bore Time’s armor, with a decorative fairy pendant dangling in the breeze as it stood stock still. Wind’s face was older, chiseled, once-chubby cheeks pulled taught over cheekbones that shouldn’t be so developed. Its eyes glowed, contrasting the purple and blue markings that cut across its face.

The Fierce Deity.

Time let out a desperate breath, unable to speak anymore, and watched helplessly as the cursed mask made Wind’s possessed body march across the field towards the dragon that awaited him. He couldn’t see the fight, but he could hear it. He heard the grunts, deeper than they should be, the fierce battle cries, the screeches from the dragon as its opponent landed cut after cut. He breathed hastily, feeling his heart quicken, feeling his body begin to grow numb, and he again searched desperately on his belt for the one thing that could change everything.

Warriors was gone. Sky was gone. Four was gone. Legend was gone. Hyrule was gone. Wild was gone.

Twilight was gone.

Time was going to be damned if he would let Wind fall in the worst way possible.

The clocktower tolled.

The dragon screamed, and the earth shook.

And then everything grew silent.

Time gasped for air, trying to raise his head, wanting to call for the young sailor, for the brightest ray of sunshine in the group, for the one last surviving member.

He couldn’t move.

So this is how I meet death? He wondered. On the verge of tears, an utter failure to all who depended on me?

He remembered the people of Termina. He remembered how they all faced death in their own ways. He thought of Cremia and Romani, of Anju and Kafei.

Goddesses. He missed Malon so desperately right now.

Heavy footsteps approached him, and he blinked, the world coming back into focus long enough for his body to scream that he couldn’t take any more of this. A blurry image hovered over him, and he squinted, confused, until his mind registered who he was staring at, and his hands finally found the item they’d been searching for.

The Fierce Deity knelt down slowly, eyes fixed on him. When his knees sank into the ground, he reached slowly, sliding a hand behind Time and pulling him into a seated position. Time cried out in pain with the motion, and the cursed deity paused only a moment before reaching his other hand towards the Hero of Time’s fumbling hands, pulling the ocarina from their grasp. Time tried to protest, tried to fight against his possessed successor’s hold, but he was too weak to do anything. Then amethyst rose into his periphery, and he looked down to see the Ocarina of Time hovering in front of his lips.

“Play, Link,” the Fierce Deity said, Wind’s higher voice pitched into a deeper timber and holding power and energy the boy didn’t usually possess. “Save them, as you always do.”

Time stared at the deity, his fears and thoughts stolen away. The pair was frozen for a moment, the world pausing around them, time itself holding its breath in anticipation. A gentleness fell over the cursed deity’s face, and Time felt the thumb behind his back caress him once, ever so softly. Understanding slid between the two, a heavy, bone deep realization that dug into Time’s mind more than he could fathom in the moment, a certainty and safety and assurance and comfort that he'd somehow always felt but always ignored. He let out a shaky exhale and, with trembling hands, took the ocarina from the Fierce Deity.

And he played.

The world turned white.

Time felt warmth engulf him, like an embrace from tender arms. Magic sparkled inside his mind and heart, a familiar friend, singing and resonating with his song like fairies humming together, a melody entwined in mystery and grace. His horizon shifted, and he was on his feet, set there gently as if floating through the air. The warmth spread from his core to his extremities, the numbness in his fingers dissipating, the stabbing pain of his own armor piercing his gut dulling into nothingness. The blood on him washed away with invisible waters, and an airless breeze blew the dirt off his body. He continued to play, the melody growing steadier as his strength returned, his determination steeling him, tightening his weakened muscles and bringing an assurance that he hadn’t felt since Termina.

Save them, as you always do.

Oh, the countless times he’d played this hymn, this spell, this prayer. Oh, the countless times he’d clung to it desperately as he tried again, the numerous times he’d played it in tears at his failure, the many times he’d nearly belted it in fortitude as he prepared with renewed hope and a plan in place.

Save them, Link.

“Really, old man? You’re playing your ocarina right now? We have wounded, we need to get moving.”

Time’s eyes snapped open at the sound of Legend’s voice.

They were all there, tired and hurt but alive. Sky was leaning against Hyrule, eyes half closed but body stiff with stubbornness, while Hyrule held him with a fierce protectiveness. Legend was watching him impatiently, scraped and bruised but relatively unharmed and clearly anxious to get help for the others. Four and Warriors were bringing up the rear, watching everyone’s backs and growing ever more confused by the turn of events. Wind hovered with some distress between Sky and Wild, who was the other most injured member of the group, though the champion was well looked after in Twilight’s hold as the rancher carried him on his back.

Twilight.

Time stared at him too long, meriting a worried expression from the rancher. “You alright?”

Blinking the oncoming tears away, the eldest Link took a deep breath and nodded. “Let’s keep going.”

“That’s what I said,” Legend grumbled, turning back towards the road ahead.

“Yeah, but which way?” Twilight asked, staring at the fork in the road.

The clocktower tolled.

Time pointed left.

“But I can hear the bells to the east of here,” Hyrule noted as he steadied Sky a little. “Shouldn’t we take the path on the right?”

“We’re taking this one,” Time said firmly, brooking no argument. The group followed him silently as he tried to reorient and move ahead like nothing had happened.

His hand slipped into his adventure pouch subconsciously as they walked, and the group started to talk amongst themselves, their voices the most beautiful things he’d ever heard. His heart rate began to normalize, and he closed his eyes, basking in the safety of seeing and hearing everyone alive again.

His fingers brushed against wood in his pouch, and they tingled with warm energy that climbed all the way up his arm, through his shoulder, and into his core. He took another steadying breath, clutching the mask tenderly as an entirely different set of emotions nearly knocked him to the ground, confusion and relief and hope and fear and curiosity above all else.

Another time. Today he tread ahead cautiously and protected his family.

Today he saved them, as he always would.

[thevampslyssa-blog]

It’s a Love Story- C10

{there will be moments in this chapter, where you're like "oh this sounds familiar!" well it definitely will, because a lot of the second half of this chapters dialogue is from the 3D movie. i was watching it and thought it fit really well with the story and flow of the chapter. so yah. bare with me!}

{July 4th, 2008 Toronto, Canada Nick-15| Mel- 13}

    Mel smiled big as she looked at the amphitheatre, she couldn't believe that the boys had come this far and were selling out big venues like this. Actually, this whole Burnin' Up tour was completely sold out.

    The past few months since Nick had asked her to be his girlfriend had literally been a never-ending rollercoaster ride. Their first movie; Camp Rock; the Disney Channel Original Movie that they costarred with Demi Lovato in, had came out a few weeks back. That movie was a huge success, something that no one had even imagined would happen... happened.

Melissa had been asked by the boys' management to make a short cameo in the A Little Bit Longer's debut single's music video that was conveniently Burnin' Up. Those couple of days on set were an amazing experience, except for the times that Selena Gomez tried to flirt with Nick... that pissed Mel off.

    But now that the summer was here, and the tour was just about to start, Melissa  couldn't wait to be on tour with the boys for a few months. As this was their first actual summer tour. They were filming a 3D movie at some point and Nick was constantly writing the next album.

     There were days where Nick dropped everything just to spend time with his girl, as in his mind... she was the most important thing, she always would be. But most times, the music had to come first, as it was indeed his job. ———     "Hey Mel!" Joe exclaimed as she walked onto the huge stage, with a JoBro tank top on and cute purple shorts. "Have a nice nap?" he asked, flipping the mic around, almost hitting himself in the head... almost is the key word there.

    "Yah, but where's Nick?" she asked, her cute little heart-shaped sunglasses covering her brown eyes.

    Joe smiled, knowing she'd ask about her boyfriend, "he's in the back, cooling off and writing with Demi." and just as he finished his sentence he had flung the mic right on his face, "shit!" he exclaimed, groaning loudly.

    Melissa giggled, "Joseph, what have we told you about doing that? Now, did you learn your lesson?" she 'lectured' him, patting him on the shoulder gently.

    Joe smirked, "Yes I did, Little Mama. Now go find your boy toy." he laughed, pointing to the side of the stage.

    As she made her way back into the air conditioning, she put her sunglasses on the top of her head, and blushed as Nick looked up at her; his signature goofy smile on his face.

    "Hey angel." he said, scooting over on the couch for her little bum to sit next to him. "I missed you." he whispered and kissed her head before looking back over at Demi.

    Demi and Nick were currently working on a song for her new album, called Stop the World, "So if we put the hook here, and those cords along with it, it sounds good, yah?" Demi asked, strumming her acoustic guitar gently.

    Nick nodded, grabbing the pen that was sitting in front of him, "what were those cords again?" he asked, and as Demi told him, he wrote them down.

    Melissa just sat there in awe as the two collaborated, it really was phenomenal that they worked so well together. "What do you think about this babe?" Nick asked, starting the song as Demi sang so effortlessly.

    Melissa clapped her hands and smiled big as they finished right before the end of the first chorus, "I love it guys. it's great." she exclaimed. ———- Later on before the concert, literally right before it:

    The violins were heard, the beautiful melody that everyone had begun to memorize ringing through the amphitheatre. Everything seemed like it was going perfectly, but then Kevin was heard screaming, "GARBO LOST HIS PACK!"

   Melissa then jumped into action, as she was kneeling besides the boys' lift, and hurried off to try and find it.

    Don't understand what that means? Lemme explain.... Because Garbo didn't have his 'pack' that means they don't have the bass playing at that moment, that's not good.

    A minute or two later as the violins began to dissipate, Melissa ran back to the lift, "I have it!" she exclaimed, the beloved pack in her hands. she handed it to one of the stage people and then came back in front of Nick and smiled big at him.

    "Good luck baby, i love you." she mouthed to him, getting a grin and a "i love you more" from her boyfriend.

The concerts from there on out had been super successful, every fan that had bought a ticket, showed up. As time went on, Melissa and also the boys' mom's birthday had come and go, and the new album's release was getting closer and closer. ———-    

{August 8th, 2008, 4:31am Trump International Hotel & Tower New York City, New York Nick- 15|Mel- 14}

Big Rob walked into the the huge conjoined hotel rooms, making his way through the kitchenette, then walked over to the first Jonas' bed, "Hey Kevin, time to get up buddy. Gotta roll." he said, leaning over and turning on the bedside table light.

Kevin sleepily groaned, leaning up and rubbed his eyes, "I know, what time is it?" he yawned, looking up at Big Rob.

Big Rob smiled, "can you get up? I have to wake up the others, it's 4:30 man."

Kevin being the talkative person that he is, kept asking questions, "okay, yah... how long do we have?"

The big bodyguard simply said before leaving the dimly lit room, "5 minutes... living the dream, baby."

The next wake up call on his list was Nick and Melissa, so he slowly made his way to their bed, that of course had a guitar at the end of it, sitting nicely against the frame. "Nick, Mel... how'd you two sleep. Get up guys, we gotta go."

Big Rob leaned over, patting the almost 16 year old on the shoulder, as Nick sleepily spoke, "what time is it?"

"4:30, get up, alright?" Big Rob asked, knowing that getting everyone up and ready quickly was always a hassle, but he quite honestly hoped that Melissa would help get the curly haired boy up.

Melissa leaned over to her boyfriend and kissed his cheek, half coherent. "C'mon babe. You guys have a busy day today." she whispered in his ear, her hand resting softly on his chest.

Nick groaned, "I know... one more minute." he pressed his head against Melissa's shoulder, a hand snaking around her waist, pulling her closer.

"No guys, were living the dream, we gotta go." Big Rob coaxed, making his way into the last room, and definitely the hardest wake up— Joe.

"Hey Joe, gotta get up brother. You gotta move." Big Rob said, once again turning on the bedside light.

Joe; who always caused problems, groaned, "Dude, go away man."

Big Rob simply responded, "No, we gotta go." He did something that he normally never has to do, which is pulling Joe's dead-weight body to the side of the mattress.

Joe's attitude came out as he exclaimed, as Big Rob pulled him, "No, I'm sleeping dude! I'm sleepi—" he was interrupted as the bodyguard hit him with a pillow that Joe wasn't laying on, "Let's go!"

"Why'd you hit me man?!" Joe asked, rubbing his head where he had been 'assaulted'.

"We gotta go." Big Rob stated, then walked back to make sure everyone else was awake.

About five minutes had passed and the four of them were sitting at the huge table in their hotel room. There was so much more food waiting for them then they actually needed.

Kevin was sitting across from Nick, who had Melissa sitting next to her boyfriend, with her head resting on his shoulder. There was Joe sitting at the head of the table, dozing back to sleep.

The eldest Jonas grabbed his fork and clanked it against his water glass, then threw it to Nick who was also trying his hardest not to fall back asleep. Melissa giggled as she felt Nick flinch, and groan softly.

"Okay, so here's today's schedule, 7am, we—" Kevin began as he read the email off his phone, but was rudely interrupted by Joe who seemed to be more awake then he was the minute before.

"EARTHQUAKE!... Just kidding." he laughed, shaking the table, and Kevin rolled his eyes, looking back at his phone, "Yah, yah, so funny..." Kevin mumbled.

A few seconds later, Joe exclaimed again, shaking the wooden table once again, "AFTERSHOCK!"

    The waitress that was assisting them that morning, came up with a plate in hand. She smiled at Kevin as she sat it down in front of him, "I'm sorry about him, thank you." Kevin said apologetically to her.

    Joe then picked that moment to speak up, "Do you have any peach jelly?" The waitress nodded to Joe and went to her cart to grab the little container of the jelly he requested and handed it to him, "thank you."

    Kevin continued on with the schedule, "—7:30, we are leaving for rehearsals, at 8:12, Burnin' Up with the anchors on stage."

    Meanwhile, Nick was getting distracted by Melissa, who was eating her cereal, not even realizing that the teen was admiring her.

    They had both begun to watch Joe, who was still struggling to get the jelly on his toast, "Joe, are you still listening?" Kevin asked, bringing Joe out of his thoughts.

     Joe's head immediately shot up, "Huh? Oh, yah. I am." he said, then looked up at the waitress, who was waiting for him to choose between waffles and pancakes, "pancakes please."

    Kevin again went back to the schedule, "...9am, post-show taping. Then 9:15, finish Good Morning America, then we depart for Central Park to finish our music video, we film it in 3D." Joe again was not paying attention to his older brother and was playfully trying to get the jelly on his toast.

    Big Rob stood to the side of the table, pointing to the door, for the waitress to leave. "... 3:30pm, CD listening party at the Highland Ballroom, we will perform about 3 songs. Then at 5pm, interviews..."

    Kevin looked up at Big Rob, realizing that the waitress had indeed been standing there the whole time, "how long was she standing there?"

    Big Rob shrugged, "5 seconds."

    Nick then spoke up, and leaned closer to his girlfriend, "She was— Joe, she was standing there because you're like, 'Can i have the jelly please?... like do you have any waffles?... pancakes will do.'" Nick mocked his brother, and Mel looked up at Nick gasping at his behavior and slapped the teen playfully on his arm.

   She gave him the look, "he nice to your brother, baby." she said softly, her morning voice coming out fully.

    Joe grinned at the young girl, "Thank you Mel, but seriously dude, did you see her buy the quake joke? That works every time!"

   Nick of course had to encourage his brother's distractions and continue the conversation, "You've been doing that earthquake thing since you were in like third grade."

    Big Rob finally stepped in, stopping the brothers and said, "Stop playing around boys."

    Joe sighed, "but what's wrong with 'earthquake'?" he asked his brother, disregarding what their bodyguard had said.

    Kevin and Melissa were the only ones who heard the man, and Melissa nodded while Kevin spoke, "Sorry Big Rob, only." and Melissa tried to stop the two boys, "Boys, stop. Listen to Big Rob!"

   Nick leaned closer to Melissa,  "Just stop doing it." he said.

   Kevin rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed over the fact that Joe had wound Nick into his little immature antics. "Guys, guys, stop playing these earthquake games."

    Joe grinned over at Kevin, "well i suggest sometime today, Kev picks up some new pajamas." the eldest Jonas gasped, looking down at himself—he was wearing a plaid, fleece robe.

    Nick then reached his hand out to Joe to do a bro-ish like handshake, "Ohhhhh!" the two middle Jonases laughed.

    Nick looked at his older brother, "you showed him." he said jokingly. All the while Mel sat there looking at Kevin, rolling her eyes.

    Kevin who was clearly getting super annoyed, said in a funny voice, mocking the 18 year old, "Ooo, aftershock, can i have your number?"

    Big Rob finally interjected the situation, "we gotta go guys."

    Kevin looked up, worried, "are we late?" The body guard nodded, coming up to the table, "Yes, let's move."

    Joe looked up, his senses coming to, "Where are we going?" everybody didn't know if he was trying to act dumb? But then again... it's teenaged Joe we're talking about here... kissing, well kinda. 🤷🏻‍♀️

    Kevin sighed, "Joe, just follow." Everybody began to get up from the table, except Joe, who was still in a daze.

    "Which way?" Joe asked, as Melissa and Nick held hands as they walked back to their room to finish getting ready.

    Big Rob took this moment to his advantage, and pulled Joe out of his chair, as Joe said laughing, "this way, I'm assuming?" ————     An hour later, they were sitting in a van, Nick and Melissa in the way back, Joe and Kevin in the middle and Big Rob driving. Nick's head was resting back against the seat as Melissa was laying close to him.

    Once Nick caught a glimpse of the traffic they were currently stuck in, he sighed, "this is a mess, do you see this? this goes all the way down to Broadway."

    Kevin looked back at Nick and Melissa then back at the never-ending traffic, "unbelievable." he muttered.

    Meanwhile, Joe was being Joe, paying attention to the game on his phone, "Yes! I just beat my high score."

    Nick rolled his eyes, interlacing his hand with Melissa's, "Yah, and were gonna be late for our show."

    Kevin looked at Joe, then pulled his phone out of his hand, slipping it into his jean back pocket, "Big Rob, this traffic is killing us. We're on in another hour, guys."

    Melissa looked over at Nick, a worried look on her face, but that diminished quickly as Nick leaned over to kiss her lips gently.

    Joe who was currently pouting about his precious phone being taken away, spoke up, "There's nothing we can do."

   "Helicopter?" Nick asked.

    Big Rob replied, "already on it." Kevin nodded, looking out the window, trying to figure out how they'd get out of this situation more quickly.

    Joe grinned, "Big Rob, nicely done."

    Big Rob placed his hand on his ear and spoke, "Yesir, tenth and Broadway."

    Kevin said softly, "that's so close."

    "Yah, but we're gonna have to leave the car here." Nick interjected, chewing on his lip nervously.

    "Yeah, but guys, i put this car on my credit card." He chuckled, trying to bring some humor to the situation, like he always does. But he was interrupted when there were deafening screams quickly surrounding their car. "—and, why are there fans?"

    Big Rob sighed, "we got trouble." he spoke to his in-ear, his voice definitely sounding a bit stressed.

   Kevin gasped, "how did they find us?"

   Joe cried out, "BIG ROB! NO! EARTHQUAKE!" this time it really did feel like one, at least for them it did.

    Nick and Melissa both placed their hands over their ears, and the young girl looked at her boyfriend with fear. As this was the first real mobbing situation of the sorts that she was experiencing.

    Kevin looked back at Joe, "Not now! we have to get outta here!" he began to try to open his door, but there were too many fans surrounding them. "I can't get out Big Rob."

    Big Rob began to get out easily, which was a surprise, "stay inside you guys."

    Joe looked out the windows worriedly, "Where is he going?"

    Melissa whimpered, leaning closer to Nick who seemed very conflicted on if he should be helping with his girl's anxiety or trying to figure out a way out.

    Kevin began to feel more and more concerned as the seconds ticked by, "I'm trying to get out of the car...." a minute or so later an idea came to his mind, "we have to go through the roof."

    Nick nodded, looking at his girlfriend who instantly seemed to calm down a little as he rested his hand on hers. "let's try it, ready?"

    Fans began to scream louder as Kevin was the first to slip through the roof, then Joe next and lastly it was Nick and Melissa.

    By the time Nick was done helping her out, Kevin looked back at them, and waved them along, "come on!"

    Big Rob called out as Kevin tried to get him to come with them, "Go, Go! Save yourselves!"

    Soon they were running through the streets of New York City, the fans following after them.

    Joe was the last to make it to the helicopter as he had gotten distracted by a few cute girls, we're talking about Joe here, remember?"

    Kevin climbed in the helicopter, looking at Big Rob, "how'd you get here so fast?"

    Big Rob shook his head, "Don't worry about it, just get in!" ——-

    {August 11th, 2008, 11:00pm Trump International Hotel & Tower New York City, New York}

    The boys, Melissa and Big Rob climbed in the cramped elevator, as they were on their way to the "album release" party in Times Square.

     Melissa was leaning against Nick as Big Rob went over the "ground rules" for how everything would go once they got there. "This is gonna be real out of control, we were told that there are thousands of girls waiting. Once we get there, we do what we gotta do... walk out, and that's it—ya know what i mean? Just stick by each other, and Mel remember, don't let go of Nick."

     Mel nodded, her hand not leaving Nick's already. She wasn't planning on letting go of the teen till they made it safely back in the hotel room later that night. ——-      The vans began to slow down immensely as they got closer to their destination. Joe was the first one to make a sound, as everyone was clearly in disbelief. "Oh my gosh..." he whispered, "oh my goodness.."

     Nick pointed, "it goes all the way."

Joe exclaimed, "it's New Year's Eve. Oh my gosh!" he grinned, getting overly excited.

     Kevin grabbed the walkie talkie from Phil, realizing just what Joe had just said, "It's like it's the Jonas Brothers' New Year everyone... it's the Jonas Brothers' New Year."

     The vans safely pulled in front of the Virgin Music Store. Kevin of course was the first one to get out, standing on the car for a brief second to wave to the fans. Then Joe and Nick both followed what their older brother had done, doing the same.

     Big Rob led the way as they made it into the store, each boy holding onto one another and Melissa was safely in the middle of Joe and Nick.

     Everyone in their crew, each bought a album right as the clock struck midnight. Joe was the first one to officially buy A Little Bit Longer, as he walked away from the register, he took the album out of the small baggy, holding it up, "YAHHH!" he exclaimed. ——— 1:30am:

     Nick and Melissa were both dead on their feet as they got back to their room, "can i just sleep in one of your shirts babe?" Melissa asked, already stripping herself of her clothes. At this time of night, and knowing what time they had to be up for the next day. She didn't care that she was practically naked in front of her boyfriend.

     Nick smiled and nodded to the innocent girl, "sure, angel." he said softly, going over to his suitcase and grabbed one of his extra shirts he kept with him, just for her. "here baby." he said, coming up to her, helping her slip it over her head.

     After her face was visible, he leaned down and kissed her lightly. "i love you. thank you for being here with me this summer." he sincerely whispered, his chocolate brown eyes searching her identical ones.

     "Anything for you." she responded, after a few seconds, she yawned, kissing him once more. They quickly got situated in the bed, and snuggled into one another, and drifted off to sleep. ———— 💕