My Heart, It's Calling...You?!

Letters of the Broken-Hearted

*Joe’s P.O.V.

I woke up and looked around breathing heavily due to the fact I had just had a nightmare. One of the scariest ones I’ve ever had, worse than that time I had dreamt that giant spiders were taking over the world, and the leader was torturing my mom. They ate her in front of me. I shuddered at the sickness of that dream, I mean who in their right mind would torture someone’s mom, it was just so not right.

I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and went downstairs. I sat myself down on the couch, turning on the TV, the Burnin’ Up video was playing on VH1, I flipped the channel after getting a glimpse of her face. The next channel was a news channel, nothing bad could physically be on that channel, and then behold there she was in all her glory being interviewed by some news anchor, so I changed the channel for third time in 2 minutes, only to see some anchor talking about thatgirl’s person’s tour. I stabbed the power button turning off the TV angrily.

Then it hit me like a bunch of bricks being thrown at my head, my nightmare was real, she was gone, and most likely wasn’t coming back. Well, not to me anyway. What a great way to start off my 19th birthday. I slammed my head into a pillow in frustration, it’s been a while since she left, I had lost count of the days now, because it hurt too much to think about everything that had happened. I heard a light knocking on the door, so I walked over to the door and opened it. There standing before me was Chelsea, yes, Chelsea Staub.

“Hey honey, happy birthday!” She said kissing me on the cheek.

And yes, we are dating, as of a day or so ago. I wasn’t going to wait for my broken heart to heal on its own. I needed help, and a distraction. I let Chelsea in, I sat down on the couch only to have her sit on my lap and I noticed she was holding a box which was wrapped expertly, with a sparkly silver bow on top. She turned to me smiling, her bubbly personality beginning to spread to me, making me forget this morning’s horror show.

I heard some footsteps coming from a bedroom upstairs to see Nick walk in with a very tired expression, he’s always really tired since Brittney left. He’s tried calling her hundreds of times, apparently her phone must’ve been shut off, because now the calls have totally stopped going through. That just made his mood worsen as the days went by. He walked over plastering a smile onto his face and pushing a HUGE box, he had pulled out from the closet. Before I knew it the whole family was downstairs putting their gifts into a pile, I guess everyone felt the need to buy me a gift this year.

“Happy birthday Joe!” they all yelled, but none of the voices were the one I wanted to hear, and I probably wouldn’t hear it in person again.

I opened the boxes one-by-one, Kevin got me a new guitar, Nick bought me a trampoline (he claimed it would help get rid of all that extra energy I have. I have no idea what energy he’s talking about, psh.), Frank the Tank bought me a Webkinz, and my parents got me a pair of sunglasses I had been eyeing for almost 3 months. I opened Chelsea’s gift last, it was a...book and Border’s gift card. What a let down. I was hoping for something cool, but I didn’t let her know I was thinking that. At around 12 Anna came in with donuts, Starbucks, and a smallish wrapped box in her hand which she handed to me. Kevin took the stuff from her hands and put it out on the table. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist as she looked at me waiting for me to open my gift.

“Go ahead open it! I think you’re going to like it.” Anna said giving Kevin a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh, WOW! Thank you so so so much Anna! You really didn’t have to! This is way too expensive!” I shouted, hugging her tightly.

“Eh, that’s what having a job is for, don’t worry about it. I’m glad that you like it!” She said smiling widely.

She had gotten me a silver Tag watch, I had been looking at it for a few weeks now online, Kevin must’ve tipped her off. Anna is definitely the coolest person ever, she knows everything! I gave her another quick hug and had my mom help me put it on, the watch fit like a glove and looked great. Then everyone helped themselves to donuts and Starbucks, I got a Boston Crème Donut, and Chocolate Chip frappachino. Everything tasted perfect and it brought a huge smile to my face, I don’t think I’ve smiled so much since…since…she left. Frankie walked over to me and gave me a huge hug.

“Happy Birthday Joe! Let’s go in the pool!”

“Sure let’s go man!”

Everyone changed into the bathing suits, put on sunscreen, and we went outside. Chelsea sat herself on a pool chair with her sunglasses, I did a cannonball into the pool with Frankie doing a cannonball right behind me. When we surfaced I heard a shrill scream, I wiped my eyes, Chelsea was the one making that absurd noise. Although, she was soaking wet from my gigantic cannonball. Not to boost my own ego or anything, but that cannonball was pretty awesome!

“Joe! You got me wet! Ugh!” Chelsea screeched.

“Sorry Chels, want to come in the pool?”

“Sure, I guess since I’m already wet.” She said throwing off her sunglasses and jumping into the pool.

Nick and Kevin joined us shortly after, we played all sorts of pool games, but the whole time I couldn’t help but notice that the whole time Kevin seemed a little out of it, thinking about something. Anna got into the pool after she had helped mom bring out all the snacks and what not onto the deck to the pool.

My mom loved Anna, saying she was a blessing, everyone loved her, how couldn’t you? It seemed like she was the sweetest person in the whole world, doing anything you asked, only wanting the best for everyone. After Brittney and her left, Anna slept over our house for 4 days straight trying to comfort me and Nick. She even helped us vent out our feelings into a song or two. Chelsea swam over to me with a smirk on her face.

“Babe, I have to go home, but maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked.

“Sure.” I said.

“Walk me to the door?”

“Yep.” I said hopping out of the pool, with her getting out behind me. We walked inside and I lead her to the front door, she put her pocketbook on the floor and looked at my directly in the eyes. There was no glint, not a sparkle, not like her eyes. I shook the thought out of my head, she was gone, leaving me here alone. Chelsea was my girl now, and there was no changing that.

“I almost forgot to give you your second part to your gift.” She said.

“Oh really,” I said mentally groaning.

She has no idea what I’m into and-- my thoughts were cut off by her lips crashing onto mine, we kissed and she had ended up backing me into the wall while French kissing me. I ran my fingers through her hair gently and we broke apart, panting. I didn’t feel a spark, whenever we kissed I didn’t, it’s just not the same. I had my true love in front of me, and I let her walk away and right out of my life.

Chelsea gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out, I was about to walk back out to the backyard when Kevin grabbed my shoulder and led me into the living room holding a letter in his hand. I looked at him questionably, he had been acting weird all day. And I knew it had nothing to do with him and Anna.

“What’s up Kevin?” I asked wondering what was bugging him.

“This was in the mail this morning.” He said emotionlessly. He looked as if he wasn’t sure how I was going to respond as he handed me the letter.

I looked at the letter and there in her lovely bubbly handwriting was my name. I ripped open the envelope praying it was some sort of forgiveness, it was all I could hope for the best. I didn’t want to think about the worst things it could say. The words that could easily shred my heart into even smaller pieces.

Dear Joseph,
Happy 19th Birthday, but you and I both know that’s not what this letter is about. I’ve been hurting for long enough, so I decided to write this letter to you so you know how I feel, and hopefully it will help me feel closure. Our relationship is over and unsalvageable, there is nothing left. When I come back I can’t be friends with you either, it would be too hard. Also, I’d prefer not to see Nick as well, the two of you have cause enough damage in my life, I’d prefer not to risk anymore .Although, I believe Nick should know Brittney’s gone, no one’s sure if she’s coming back. She left with her father, and yes Nick is the main reason she left. And me, I left because I’ve always wanted to do this my whole life, and why should I stick around? For you? My lying ex, I think not. So consider this a farewell, and I hope all of your stuff was in that box because I won’t be home for a while to give you anything I forgot. Enjoy your life without me. I’m done hurting, and I’m not going to suffer because you don’t love me. So you keep your heart and give it to someone else.

Sincerely,
Aimee

I sat there on my couch trying to make sense of what I just read, this was not what I was supposed to see, this was not the end of us. When she came back everything was supposed to be alright again. Now, she doesn’t even want to see me, be friends, or anything. How can she cut me out of her life so easily? I gave my heart to her, she has to still love me….doesn’t she? Is it really that easy for her?

Kevin looked at me, he had read the letter over my shoulder, and tears were falling onto the letter. Why was Kevin crying? I touched my cheek and realized Kevin wasn’t the one crying, it was me. Before I had enough time to recover Nick walked in the room looking at the two of us staring at a letter. When I saw him my frown deepened, she had blamed Nick for Brittney leaving, I couldn’t let him see that.

“Joe, what’s going on? Is, is…th-that from Brittney?” His voice was very unsteady on that last word.

“No….. A-A-Aimee.” I stuttered.

“Wh-wh-what did she say?”

“Nothing, just that she’s done with me.” I said looking at the ground to avoid Nick’s gaze.

“You’re lying. You never look me in the face when you are. What does it say?!” Nick said getting angry.

“I told you what it says! Not everything has to do with you and your mistakes!” I said hoping it would get him to go away, I was wrong.

Nick ran and jumped on top of me, we began wrestling with Kevin trying to separate us from each other unsuccessfully. Nick’s face was red and angry, he ripped the paper from my hand and read it, I saw his face become very upset and he threw the paper running upstairs. I stuck my face in my hands frustrated with myself, Aimee, Brittney, why couldn’t everything just work out the way it’s supposed to be? I took a pen and began writing a song, Kevin had gone upstairs to talk to Nick. I was alone, and the silence was calming for once. Why, why did they have to leave?

*Aimee’s P.O.V.

I stuck the letter in the into the mail box and hopped back onto the tour bus. The letter should arrive at his house sometime today, I spoke with Brittney yesterday, she was fine, but hurting terribly. We both thought leaving would make things easier, but the truth is, it just made things worse. And it’s not like I can just avoid anything that has to do with them. Considering they’re everywhere I mean there’s posters, billboards, fan girls, TV shows, music videos, and even people asking me about them as if I would know. I completely shut them out, even Kevin, I felt bad about that one, but it was necessary. I need to be happy again and have the hurting go away before I could talk about anything that had to do with him.

My heart was broken and on the mend, about an hour later I walked into a CVS to get something to drink, and pick up a magazine or two to read for tomorrow’s long drive to the next stop on the tour. I put on a pair of big sunglasses and walked outside with my security guard Carl in front of me protecting me from fans. When I got inside the store I picked up a couple of water bottles, 1 for me, 1 for Deb, and 1 for my dad, and 1 for the bus driver. After than I went to the back to pick up a magazine with Carl right behind me, I stooped over looking at the magazines. I got People, Teen Vogue, and picked up Tiger beat because I saw myself on the cover, so I wanted to read what they had to say about me.

I brought all the stuff I was going to buy up to the front counter and placed it there. I took out my wallet, about to pay when a magazine struck my eye that was near the cash register. I ripped it off the shelf and handed it to the cashier still hoping what was on the cover wasn’t real. I mean he couldn’t move on that fast, could he? I grabbed my bag and raced onto the bus giving a quick wave to my fans, I handed out the waters and hopped onto my bunk as quickly as possible, I ripped open the bag and looked at the magazine, the cover was Joe and Chelsea Staub holding hands shopping. Wow, I must look like an idiot sending Joe that letter, he must’ve already known it was over, and is obviously over me.

“Could I look any stupider?” I thought to myself and laid down thinking of how stupid I was to think such a hot guy like Joe would mope over me, some silly pop-star wannabe. I turned on the radio hoping it would distract me from the throbbing pain in my heart, like it had been stabbed repeatedly.

Well, here we are again
Throwing punchlines, no one wins
As the morning sun begins to rise, we're fading fast
And we won't work this out

No, we're not gonna work this out tonight
(We won't work this out)
No, we're not gonna make this right
So I'll give a kiss and say goodbye
(Give a kiss goodbye)
'Cause we're not gonna work this out
Tonight

Every single word's been said (Whoa oh oh)
Broke each other's hearts again (Oh whoa oh)
As the starlit sky begins to shine, we're breaking down
She screams out

No, we're not gonna work this out tonight
(We won't work this out)
No, we're not gonna make this right
So I'll give a kiss and say goodbye
(Give a kiss goodbye)
'Cause we're not gonna work this out
Tonight

(Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh,)
We don't have to fight
Tonight
(Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh,)
We just gotta try
Tonight
We don't have to fight
Tonight
We just gotta try
TONIGHT

No, we're not gonna work this out tonight
(We won't work this out)
No, we're not gonna make this right
So I'll give a kiss and say goodbye
(Give a kiss goodbye)
'Cause we're not gonna work this out
Tonight

Well, there's no need to fight, we're just wasting time
(Tonight)
If you give it a try well then maybe you'll find
(We might work this out)
Well, we know we're in love so let's keep it alive
(Keep it alive, keep it alive)
(Tonight)
I'm starting to see the morning light
We finally worked this out

I knew from the first verse what band this was, the Jonas Brothers, but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to turn it off, I wanted to hear the lyrics. The beginning reminded me of the rough patch me and Joe were having right before we broke up, and the very end was a hopeful look to the future which didn’t quite come true. Instead of that happening I hated him for breaking my heart, and I couldn’t even bare to be friends with him.

How ironic, we fell in love before you could snap your fingers, and we broke up before I had enough time to register it. Nothing ever seemed to quite work out the way I want it to, maybe I’m just a bad luck charm. Or maybe I’m just not good enough for that hot-shot Joe Jonas. He’s found someone new, and so will I, in time.

*Brittney’s P.O.V.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror, it was amazing how quickly things had changed in such a short amount of time. I met my dad’s fiancé she was okay, we definitely weren’t going to be best friends, but I didn’t hate her either. She had chosen lavender as the color for her bridesmaids’ dresses, and I must tell you, lavender looked pretty good. But I guess it doesn’t really matter, I mean who am I supposed to be impressing.

The dress goes to a little bit below the knee, and is a pale lavender color. It is strapless scrunched at the top, and has a tie right at the bust line. I could imagine myself wearing this dress, my hair up nicely, and make-up done beautifully. I would look drop dead gorgeous, a total bomb shell, if only someone would be there to see it, and I sighed.

“Oh darling you look beautiful.” Felicia said, looking at me in the dress.

“Indeed you do.” An unfamiliar voice said and I turned around.

“Why, hello Daniel. Your tux is up on that hanger, Brittney this is Daniel our next door neighbor he shall be escorting you down the aisle.”

“Hi Daniel.” I said.

“Hey, umm..you can call me DJ or Danny if you want, that’s what all my friends do.”

“Okay Danny,” I said smiling.

Danny smiled back, and he took his tux into one of the dressing rooms. I would’ve squealed if he was only a few feet away from me, he had the most gorgeous smile. He had dirty blonde hair that was just about the right length, his eyes were a pale greenish hazel. I was in awe, this guy was hot! I turned to Felicia who smiled and winked at me, when Danny walked out of the dressing room he looked great the tux looked amazing on him.

She had us stand next to each other to make sure we’d look cute walking down the aisle together, which we did of course. After a few minutes Felicia allowed us to go and change back into our normal clothes, Daniel left. Felicia and I went into the car and began our drive home. I couldn’t help but to keep thinking of Danny. He was the perfect remedy for a broken heart.

“I thought you’d like Daniel,” She said smiling, obviously she was trying to be my friend.

“He’s really cute! I can’t believe he’s your neighbor!”

“You bet! I think he likes you.”

“No way!”

“Way!” She said and I giggled.

When we got home I put the dress in my closet, Dad and Felicia had designed me a room when they had bought this house, they designed it to what I liked. It was perfect, a pretty big closet, a white desk, dresser, and bed. The walls were a light pink, with different sized and shaded purple circles all over the walls. And I had the best view, a nice balcony facing our decent sized backyard, so I could relax and read out there. I flopped down on my bed falling asleep almost instantly. When I woke up it was late that night, and my phone was vibrating in my back pocket. I opened my phone, and it was Aimee.

“Hey! How’s the rock star life treating ya?” I asked energetically.

“I don’t know, if you mean having his name pop up in everything you do, not so good.” Aimee said, angrily.

“All the interviewers are asking about him huh?”

“Yes, and then you know that letter you said I should write to vent out my feelings?”

“Of course I do. Did it help?”

“Yes, until I sent it.”

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked confused.

“Then I found out he’s dating Chelsea Staub.”

“What?! No, he couldn’t have gotten over you that fast, he’s got to be sulking around, I mean I would be too if I wasn’t helping plan this wedding. And speaking of which, the guy who’s escorting me down the aisle is a total hottie!” I squealed trying to take her mind off of Joe.

“Oooh, thinking about a future relationship here? If so, I do not approve. I’m not allowing you to live with your dad. After this wedding you’re leaving and coming on tour with me, and you’ll get homeschooled while I’m taking online college courses. I’ll even pay for your teacher. But I miss you way too much, so you have to come here!” Aimee demanded.

“I’ll think about it, the thing is I want to have friend’s to hang around with. And it’s really nice here, my room is pretty big. The biggest difference is the neighbors, because if we went home in between tours I wouldn’t be able to take being near him, so I think I want to stay here. Nothing is set in stone but I’m considering it a good option.” I said.

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I hope your starting to like the sequel! Enjoy, have fun, thank you to all my faithful readers. And I would like to add yes I know the ages, and times the songs were written, and the CD was actually release do not correspond, but honestly I just made everything in this story so that is convenient for me, and the way everything is supposed to work out. Please don’t be mad the dates aren’t right! Oh, and the song in here is Tonight by The Jonas Brothers.

~dancerbabe365