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Just Jenny!
Chapter 4
The next week went by without incident, at least by my standards. The only major change was the over whelming amount of fan mail. It seems that by not being more specific about my “coffee guy” I opened myself up to a bunch of crazies claiming they were him, and consequently offering me their names and phone numbers. How this makes any kinds of sense I don’t know, I mean think about it. Hypothetically, I call random email number one hundred thirty-two, and set up a date, does he think me stupid enough not to know what he should look like? Don’t answer that, I’ve seen my comic strip…heck I drewit! But come on, creative liberty people, I’m not really thatblind! So after a week of weeding though fan mail ranging form strange to stranger, the last thing I expected to find was an email holding something akin to credibility.
“Ahh! Stupid bird!!!” I yelled finally making my way into my second floor walk up. It’s not some ritzy loft apartment; in fact the whole place feels like a mom and pop coffee shop. I have a chalkboard covering most of one wall, bookshelves bursting at the seams, Rat Pack memorabilia, half finished sketches strewn about, and my favorite part, a big comfy dark red couch. Kicking off my plum patent leather pumps, I made a bee line for my bedroom leaving a trail of clothes in may wake as I searched for my old *NSYNC shirt and some boxers to change into.
Once I fixed some dinner and poured my self a large iced diet coke, I grabbed my Tough Book (the only laptop a girl like me should be allowed near), and my food then made myself comfortable on the living room floor, preparing for a long night of checking my email. Something I’ve realized I have to do almost daily now. So after about an hour, three diet cokes, and two servings of stir-fry I stumbled upon it…the last email in this account (fineyou caught me, but it was the last email I was going to respond to tonight).
To: justjenny@dobserver.com
From: Kevin.jonas@hrecords.com
Subject: Coffee Bond
Coffee Girl,
So after reading some of your back issues I’m sure you must be bombarded my fan mail, which is why I initially tried to get your personal email from your office, but it turns out that security at the Daily Observer is tighter than at one of our concerts (Big Rob could take some lessons), as I was constantly redirected to the publication’s web page and asked to click on the “just jenny” link, then proceed to fan mail link, which as you can see is what I ultimately ended up doing.
Now I realize you’ve probably gotten a lot of crazy emails in your day, which is why I used my work email, I figured it would be a bit more credible, and perhaps let you know it’s really me. Oh, man I just realized that I’ve been going on as if you naturally know who I am and what I do for a living! Well, so you know it is indeed me, the guy at the coffee place I’ll wait a minuet while you google my name (Kevin Jonas) and that way you get a visual.
See, it is me, though depending on what shot you looked at I may look a little different, some of those pictures are from when I was seventeen. But I didn’t email you so you could look at my picture, or even to rant about my picture.
I actually felt bad for making you late, though from your latest piece it seems that I gave you some great material. Well, okay I can’t really take all the credit; I’ve read your stuff and it seems you can turn almost anything into a funny antic dote. Which reminds me, Joe wants to know if you really have a monkey hat. Also I realized that for possessing such a strong, and natural bond (coffee that is), we forgot to exchange numbers and contact information!
I realize that being bonded and all, we both must of assumed we could always rely on the natural powers of coffee to keep throwing us together, but as I am currently sitting on a tour bus, I figured cell phones and personal email might be better than a work account (which is bombarded with fan mail, and/or work stuff) and chance meetings in New York coffee shops.
K2@gmail.com
Cell: ( 818 ) 555-6204
Now this message has run a bit long, so I’ll let you go (in a non controlling way since you could take me if deprived from caffeine. ;-p), and I hope to hear from you soon.
At your service,
Coffee Guy
PS: Brittany loved the floral shirt I got her, so thanks.
To: K2@gmail.com
From: Ibleed.Coffee@gmail.com
Subject: Could still be crazy
Coffee Guy,
It seems that our bond must be strong, if you’ve managed to track me down even after being given the run around (which I’m sorry for), but you have to admit it is kind of funny, THE Kevin Jonas, couldn’t get through to talk to me? Me, the girl who started out as a freelance “funnies" girl here at the D.O. Well, that totally made my day, although I must really talk to those girls at the front desk, I mean how do they expect me to expand my social life if they withhold all human contact?
Oh well, on to more serious matters, you READall that? Greatthat means that you no longer think the coffee incident was a freak occurrence, and have come to startling realization that stuff like that happens to me all the time. Well, with the exception of being rescued that is. Still, I am your everyday dork, I’m clumsy, and now with this column I seem to attract even moreembarrassing situations than I normally would (which is saying something!).
But I suppose it’s for the best, after all, if you’re going to be bonded to somebody you might as well know their faults right off the bat right? I guess I could google some of yours now that I think about it, but I think I’d rather wait for you (or your brothers) to tell me.
Speaking of which, to answer Joe’s question, yes I do have a monkey hat. My sister (Jessica) gave it to me as a joke some time ago, and after a while it just turned into a thing. I honestly don’t remember how it grew so much that I had write/ draw about it, but before I knew it the hat became a character of its own. On the up side it is very warm and great for cold weather.
As you’ve gathered (well at least I hope you have, or else I have a lot of work to do before your next interview), this is my personal account, and my cell phone number is (845) 867-5309
The illusive,
Coffee Girl
PS: I’m glad she liked it!
Not even five minuets after I hit send I got a google chat request from Kevin.
K2: Hey
Ibleed.Coffee:Hey
K2:Do you mind if I call?
Ibleed.Coffee:LOL, not at all
“So she said what’s the problem baby…”Blasted from my cell phone immediately afterwords.“Hello?”
“Hey, sorry if this is weird, I just prefer a phone over text.” Came his sheepish reply.
“Not at all, I’m the same way, it’s more personal, plus I write for a living.” Although I must admit I prefer talking in person to a cell phone, but I’ll take what I can get.
“Excellent, so what are you up to? Not getting into trouble I hope?” he asked conspiratorially.
“Well I was attacked by a bird earlier, but that’s all over and done with” I laughed, glad to hear him chuckle on the other end.
“I’m glad you taught it who’s boss.” He stated.
“Hehe, honestly I just finished checking my email, as I’m sure you know, and now I’m just on the phone with you…so what about you what are you up to?” Wow, I’m boring!
“The same actually, we’re headed out to do a show in Arizona, so I’m pretty much stuck on the bus.”
“Stuck? I thought you’d like it, I mean it’s not like a normal road trip where you’re cramped in the back seat between your brothers, while your parents find the one annoying cd in the pile and put it on loop.” I don’t know much about the band, but I know enough to know they have a really cool bus.
“Yeah, okay you got me there, but still I live on this thing with my parents and three brothers while on tour, and it can get pretty intense.” He sighed good-naturedly.
“Tell me about it.” I said setting aside my laptop and curling up on the couch.
“Um, okay. Well, take today for instance, we’ve been on the bus since last night right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Okay, well by the time I woke up everything was chaotic, Nick was making a fuss over Joe taking his socks…again. Mom was alternating between reprimanding Joe for bugging Nick, and telling Nick to calm down because he was obviously over reacting.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at this.
“Nick is quite a bit younger than y’all right, I’m guessing three...maybe four years?” I asked amused.
“Yeah he’s fifteen, Joe’s nineteen, Frankie’s seven and I’m Twenty one.” He answered.
“Yeah, the sock thing makes sense.” I giggled.
“How?”
“I don’t know, it just does, it’s a younger sibling thing, my sister is three and a half years older than me.” Lord knows I went through it with her. “So back to your story.”
“Right, well after that I go into the lounge to find that Frankie, remember he’s seven, decided to play my guitar. Meaning he ended up breaking three strings.” He sighed. “But it’s not like I could get mad at him, he’s just a kid. So I just told him to be more careful and ask me next time.”
“Aw, you’re a good big brother!” and I just sounded like a dorky sap!
“Hehe, I guess, after the first two, this one seems like a snap. Plus if I made him cry I’d have to deal with it, I’m locked in remember?” He chuckled.
“Well it definitely seems like you’ve had an eventful morning.” I replied happy I only have one sister.
“Yeah, it’s not too bad, in fact it’s usually funny, but after a full day I’m just glad to get some time to myself.”
“I thought it was close quarters in there, where is everyone?”
“It is, but Joe’s watching a movie in the lounge, Nick’s working on a song in the kitchen, I’m not sure what mom and dad are up to, but they’re downstairs, and Frankie’s asleep. So I’m upstairs.” He chuckled a bit. “But that’s enough about me, I called to learn more about you.”
“Me? What could you possibly need to know about me you haven’t already read?” I laughed.
“Well let’s start with your day then take it from there.” He suggested.
“Okay, well today was pretty uneventful. I woke up a little late so I was in a rush to get to work, but nothing too bad. Once I got there I really spent most of my time talking to Chief or doodling drafts for Sunday’s issue, since I turned my article in yesterday. Although I was attacked by a bird when I got home!” Was he laughing?! “Hey it just swooped out of nowhere!”
“I’m sure it did, it’s just that, you were seriousearlier when I asked if you were getting into trouble?”
“Well don’t blame me, blame the bird!” seriously those things are creepy!
“Just as I think your day is at all normal you get attacked by a bird!” he continued to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Sorry, so who’s this Chief guy?” he asked calming down a bit.
“Oh, well technically he’s my editor David Danes, he’s a cool guy. Very old school reporter, looks like he should be saying Smittie, or Ace. He actually got me the permanent gig after only a few weeks of free lance, we’re pretty close.”
“Well he’s smart, now what about your family, you mentioned a sister?” did I?
“Yeah, I have one older sister Jess, she’s twenty four, and currently living in Washington. My parents are divorced, My mom’s in Texas, and my Dad lives in Burbank, California.” Yeah we’re all over the place.
“Wow, so I guess you travel a lot too huh?” he asked genuinely curious.
“Yeah, some, not as much now that I’m on my own but I grew up moving a lot, and going on a lot of road trips, so I’m kind of a gypsy.” I laughed I know it’s hard for some people to understand the fact that I don’t really have a hometown.
“That’s cool, glad to know I’m not the only one. But this sister of yours, is twenty four you said, and almost four years older…that would make you twenty…one?” he asked mischievously.
“HEY! Mr. Jonas you my friend are taken!” I laughed.
“Not for me, Joe’s still bugging me to give him your number.”
“Mm-hmm,” I teased. “I’m twenty actually, and you would set your little brother up with a girl your age?”
“Hey, I’m older than you! And a guy’s allowed at least one older woman, though I never had any intention of giving him your number, I’m not thatmean.” He laughed, man I like that laugh.
“HEY! I’m not that bad!” I said with mock indignation.
“Well, I saw the look you gave that guy at the shop!” Which caused me to laugh. “But I was reallytalking about not wanting to subject you to Joe.”
“Aw, poor Joe.” I laughed.
“Yeah, poor Joe. He only has half the tween population swooning…dang, poor Joe, those girls can get creepy.”
“Hah, I can just see it now ‘Kevin Jonas: Scared of Little Girls’!” I laughed in my phony announcer voice.
“It all happened so fast, I was just standing there when all of a sudden there they where…there were just so many of them!” came the mock scared voice, soon followed by someone yelling his name in the background. “Coming!”
“It seems I have to go…”
“Okay, that’s fine.” Stupid now it sounds like I’m giving him permission!
“Well, I’ll talk to you later, but um…Jenny?”
“Yeah Kev?”
“I’m glad you responded.”
“Me too.” And this, my dear seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
“Ahh! Stupid bird!!!” I yelled finally making my way into my second floor walk up. It’s not some ritzy loft apartment; in fact the whole place feels like a mom and pop coffee shop. I have a chalkboard covering most of one wall, bookshelves bursting at the seams, Rat Pack memorabilia, half finished sketches strewn about, and my favorite part, a big comfy dark red couch. Kicking off my plum patent leather pumps, I made a bee line for my bedroom leaving a trail of clothes in may wake as I searched for my old *NSYNC shirt and some boxers to change into.
Once I fixed some dinner and poured my self a large iced diet coke, I grabbed my Tough Book (the only laptop a girl like me should be allowed near), and my food then made myself comfortable on the living room floor, preparing for a long night of checking my email. Something I’ve realized I have to do almost daily now. So after about an hour, three diet cokes, and two servings of stir-fry I stumbled upon it…the last email in this account (fineyou caught me, but it was the last email I was going to respond to tonight).
To: justjenny@dobserver.com
From: Kevin.jonas@hrecords.com
Subject: Coffee Bond
Coffee Girl,
So after reading some of your back issues I’m sure you must be bombarded my fan mail, which is why I initially tried to get your personal email from your office, but it turns out that security at the Daily Observer is tighter than at one of our concerts (Big Rob could take some lessons), as I was constantly redirected to the publication’s web page and asked to click on the “just jenny” link, then proceed to fan mail link, which as you can see is what I ultimately ended up doing.
Now I realize you’ve probably gotten a lot of crazy emails in your day, which is why I used my work email, I figured it would be a bit more credible, and perhaps let you know it’s really me. Oh, man I just realized that I’ve been going on as if you naturally know who I am and what I do for a living! Well, so you know it is indeed me, the guy at the coffee place I’ll wait a minuet while you google my name (Kevin Jonas) and that way you get a visual.
See, it is me, though depending on what shot you looked at I may look a little different, some of those pictures are from when I was seventeen. But I didn’t email you so you could look at my picture, or even to rant about my picture.
I actually felt bad for making you late, though from your latest piece it seems that I gave you some great material. Well, okay I can’t really take all the credit; I’ve read your stuff and it seems you can turn almost anything into a funny antic dote. Which reminds me, Joe wants to know if you really have a monkey hat. Also I realized that for possessing such a strong, and natural bond (coffee that is), we forgot to exchange numbers and contact information!
I realize that being bonded and all, we both must of assumed we could always rely on the natural powers of coffee to keep throwing us together, but as I am currently sitting on a tour bus, I figured cell phones and personal email might be better than a work account (which is bombarded with fan mail, and/or work stuff) and chance meetings in New York coffee shops.
K2@gmail.com
Cell: ( 818 ) 555-6204
Now this message has run a bit long, so I’ll let you go (in a non controlling way since you could take me if deprived from caffeine. ;-p), and I hope to hear from you soon.
At your service,
Coffee Guy
PS: Brittany loved the floral shirt I got her, so thanks.
To: K2@gmail.com
From: Ibleed.Coffee@gmail.com
Subject: Could still be crazy
Coffee Guy,
It seems that our bond must be strong, if you’ve managed to track me down even after being given the run around (which I’m sorry for), but you have to admit it is kind of funny, THE Kevin Jonas, couldn’t get through to talk to me? Me, the girl who started out as a freelance “funnies" girl here at the D.O. Well, that totally made my day, although I must really talk to those girls at the front desk, I mean how do they expect me to expand my social life if they withhold all human contact?
Oh well, on to more serious matters, you READall that? Greatthat means that you no longer think the coffee incident was a freak occurrence, and have come to startling realization that stuff like that happens to me all the time. Well, with the exception of being rescued that is. Still, I am your everyday dork, I’m clumsy, and now with this column I seem to attract even moreembarrassing situations than I normally would (which is saying something!).
But I suppose it’s for the best, after all, if you’re going to be bonded to somebody you might as well know their faults right off the bat right? I guess I could google some of yours now that I think about it, but I think I’d rather wait for you (or your brothers) to tell me.
Speaking of which, to answer Joe’s question, yes I do have a monkey hat. My sister (Jessica) gave it to me as a joke some time ago, and after a while it just turned into a thing. I honestly don’t remember how it grew so much that I had write/ draw about it, but before I knew it the hat became a character of its own. On the up side it is very warm and great for cold weather.
As you’ve gathered (well at least I hope you have, or else I have a lot of work to do before your next interview), this is my personal account, and my cell phone number is (845) 867-5309
The illusive,
Coffee Girl
PS: I’m glad she liked it!
Not even five minuets after I hit send I got a google chat request from Kevin.
K2: Hey
Ibleed.Coffee:Hey
K2:Do you mind if I call?
Ibleed.Coffee:LOL, not at all
“So she said what’s the problem baby…”Blasted from my cell phone immediately afterwords.“Hello?”
“Hey, sorry if this is weird, I just prefer a phone over text.” Came his sheepish reply.
“Not at all, I’m the same way, it’s more personal, plus I write for a living.” Although I must admit I prefer talking in person to a cell phone, but I’ll take what I can get.
“Excellent, so what are you up to? Not getting into trouble I hope?” he asked conspiratorially.
“Well I was attacked by a bird earlier, but that’s all over and done with” I laughed, glad to hear him chuckle on the other end.
“I’m glad you taught it who’s boss.” He stated.
“Hehe, honestly I just finished checking my email, as I’m sure you know, and now I’m just on the phone with you…so what about you what are you up to?” Wow, I’m boring!
“The same actually, we’re headed out to do a show in Arizona, so I’m pretty much stuck on the bus.”
“Stuck? I thought you’d like it, I mean it’s not like a normal road trip where you’re cramped in the back seat between your brothers, while your parents find the one annoying cd in the pile and put it on loop.” I don’t know much about the band, but I know enough to know they have a really cool bus.
“Yeah, okay you got me there, but still I live on this thing with my parents and three brothers while on tour, and it can get pretty intense.” He sighed good-naturedly.
“Tell me about it.” I said setting aside my laptop and curling up on the couch.
“Um, okay. Well, take today for instance, we’ve been on the bus since last night right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Okay, well by the time I woke up everything was chaotic, Nick was making a fuss over Joe taking his socks…again. Mom was alternating between reprimanding Joe for bugging Nick, and telling Nick to calm down because he was obviously over reacting.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at this.
“Nick is quite a bit younger than y’all right, I’m guessing three...maybe four years?” I asked amused.
“Yeah he’s fifteen, Joe’s nineteen, Frankie’s seven and I’m Twenty one.” He answered.
“Yeah, the sock thing makes sense.” I giggled.
“How?”
“I don’t know, it just does, it’s a younger sibling thing, my sister is three and a half years older than me.” Lord knows I went through it with her. “So back to your story.”
“Right, well after that I go into the lounge to find that Frankie, remember he’s seven, decided to play my guitar. Meaning he ended up breaking three strings.” He sighed. “But it’s not like I could get mad at him, he’s just a kid. So I just told him to be more careful and ask me next time.”
“Aw, you’re a good big brother!” and I just sounded like a dorky sap!
“Hehe, I guess, after the first two, this one seems like a snap. Plus if I made him cry I’d have to deal with it, I’m locked in remember?” He chuckled.
“Well it definitely seems like you’ve had an eventful morning.” I replied happy I only have one sister.
“Yeah, it’s not too bad, in fact it’s usually funny, but after a full day I’m just glad to get some time to myself.”
“I thought it was close quarters in there, where is everyone?”
“It is, but Joe’s watching a movie in the lounge, Nick’s working on a song in the kitchen, I’m not sure what mom and dad are up to, but they’re downstairs, and Frankie’s asleep. So I’m upstairs.” He chuckled a bit. “But that’s enough about me, I called to learn more about you.”
“Me? What could you possibly need to know about me you haven’t already read?” I laughed.
“Well let’s start with your day then take it from there.” He suggested.
“Okay, well today was pretty uneventful. I woke up a little late so I was in a rush to get to work, but nothing too bad. Once I got there I really spent most of my time talking to Chief or doodling drafts for Sunday’s issue, since I turned my article in yesterday. Although I was attacked by a bird when I got home!” Was he laughing?! “Hey it just swooped out of nowhere!”
“I’m sure it did, it’s just that, you were seriousearlier when I asked if you were getting into trouble?”
“Well don’t blame me, blame the bird!” seriously those things are creepy!
“Just as I think your day is at all normal you get attacked by a bird!” he continued to laugh.
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Sorry, so who’s this Chief guy?” he asked calming down a bit.
“Oh, well technically he’s my editor David Danes, he’s a cool guy. Very old school reporter, looks like he should be saying Smittie, or Ace. He actually got me the permanent gig after only a few weeks of free lance, we’re pretty close.”
“Well he’s smart, now what about your family, you mentioned a sister?” did I?
“Yeah, I have one older sister Jess, she’s twenty four, and currently living in Washington. My parents are divorced, My mom’s in Texas, and my Dad lives in Burbank, California.” Yeah we’re all over the place.
“Wow, so I guess you travel a lot too huh?” he asked genuinely curious.
“Yeah, some, not as much now that I’m on my own but I grew up moving a lot, and going on a lot of road trips, so I’m kind of a gypsy.” I laughed I know it’s hard for some people to understand the fact that I don’t really have a hometown.
“That’s cool, glad to know I’m not the only one. But this sister of yours, is twenty four you said, and almost four years older…that would make you twenty…one?” he asked mischievously.
“HEY! Mr. Jonas you my friend are taken!” I laughed.
“Not for me, Joe’s still bugging me to give him your number.”
“Mm-hmm,” I teased. “I’m twenty actually, and you would set your little brother up with a girl your age?”
“Hey, I’m older than you! And a guy’s allowed at least one older woman, though I never had any intention of giving him your number, I’m not thatmean.” He laughed, man I like that laugh.
“HEY! I’m not that bad!” I said with mock indignation.
“Well, I saw the look you gave that guy at the shop!” Which caused me to laugh. “But I was reallytalking about not wanting to subject you to Joe.”
“Aw, poor Joe.” I laughed.
“Yeah, poor Joe. He only has half the tween population swooning…dang, poor Joe, those girls can get creepy.”
“Hah, I can just see it now ‘Kevin Jonas: Scared of Little Girls’!” I laughed in my phony announcer voice.
“It all happened so fast, I was just standing there when all of a sudden there they where…there were just so many of them!” came the mock scared voice, soon followed by someone yelling his name in the background. “Coming!”
“It seems I have to go…”
“Okay, that’s fine.” Stupid now it sounds like I’m giving him permission!
“Well, I’ll talk to you later, but um…Jenny?”
“Yeah Kev?”
“I’m glad you responded.”
“Me too.” And this, my dear seems like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.