It was getting pretty late by the time I decided to try to explain myself to Kevin. I doubted he’d be in his brother’s room at this time of night, so I decided to write a letter…incase I wouldn’t be able to see him again. I grabbed some paper and a pen out of the drawer next to my bed and brainstormed on how to start the letter. It took me about an hour and 3 rough draft copies of my letter before I was content with what I had written. I reread the letter so many times I had it memorized by heart.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as I slowly stood up from my bed. My legs were a little wobbly at first considering I haven’t have a good walk in over 3 days, but soon I could feel my strength coming back. I made a quick stop by the bathroom to wash my tearstained face and make myself look as presentable as I could.

Once I was done cleaning up I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my nerves again…it didn’t work, but I had to do this. I slowly walked down towards Nick’s room; every moment seemed like torture. I could feel my nerves getting worse as I reached the door to room 205. It was around 10 p.m. by the time I got to his room and usually all the visitors had to be gone by 9, so I had no clue who would be here, if anyone.

I softly knocked on the door. To my surprise I didn’t hear the soft “come in” as I normally would; I was greeted at the door by Joe. He stood in the opening of the door and looked at me. I could feel a tug at my heart when he didn’t immediately invite me in.

“Can I help you?” he asked me, with no emotion in his voice at all. I swallowed hard as I fought the urge to cry.

“Is-is Kevin here?” I stuttered out nervously as I looked down at my hands.

“He couldn’t stay here any longer,” Joe said with a hint of bitterness in his voice. The coldness in his voice brought instant tears to my eyes, but I was determined not to let them fall. I inhaled a deep breath before speaking again.

“Could you just…just give him this letter for me? Please?” I held out the folded up sheet of paper. Joe just looked down at it at first.

“Joe, I know you aren’t happy with me right now, but it’s very important for Kevin to read this…please?” I finished in a shaky voice as a few tears escaped my eyes.

As I stood there, preparing myself to beg Joe to just take the letter, Nick walked up next to his brother and slowly took the letter from my trembling hand.

“He’ll get it,” Nick told me with a soft smile. I forced one back in return before nodding and walking back to my room.

Kevin’s POV

“Honey, I hate to see you like this; moping around, being depressed, looking on the verge of tears constantly, and we haven’t even left the state yet,” my mother said as she sat down next to me on the couch in our hotel room.

“Don’t worry, ‘ma, I’m ok with going back home now,” I said trying to avoid her gaze. I didn’t want her to know that the only reason I was ok with going home now was because the girl I was in love with hate my guts now.

“Baby don’t you lie to me,” my mother said as she took my chin and forced me to look at her. I sighed. I was never one to talk about my love life with my mom, it was usually one of my brothers but now I was here, trapped, so I figured I’d go ahead and tell her.

“Mom, Alana has commitment issue…she’s always afraid that people are going to leave her, and I promised I would never leave her. I told her we’d be here awhile on our first date then it just seemed like right when things…things were getting serious I had to tell her I was leaving. I understand why she got so mad…I just wish she would have listened to me,” I paused for a second trying to keep my composure, “she just told me to get out. She didn’t want to see me…I don’t think she wants to see me ever again,” I finished sadly. I wasn’t able to keep it together; I let one tear escape.

“Oh honey,” my mom said as she pulled me into a hug, “you really do love this girl don’t you?” she asked as she pulled back to see my face.

I nodded, “There’s just something different about her, mom. She treats me just like any regular person,” I thought back to when she smacked me; no other girl would have done that to me, “she’s smart, funny, beautiful, she has a real personality, she’s amazing with the children at the hospital,” my mother smiled softly at me, “she’s everything I ever wanted in a girl…and I lost her,” I said angrily, more at myself than anyone else.

Soon after I finished speaking we heard a knock on the door, followed by Joe entering the room. He didn’t look too happy as he walked over to me and threw a letter in my lap.

“Nick’s making me do this,” he said as she sat down on one of the chairs next to me and our mom.

I opened the letter and proceeded to read it.

“What is it, honey?” my mom asked over my shoulder. I looked down to see a tear-stained sheet with my name written on it.

“Dear Kevin,” the letter started out.

“It’s a letter from that girl,” Joe said bitterly, but I chose to ignore him.

“I know you must think I’m a horrid person for the way I treated you earlier, and you’re right to think of me that way…because I am. It was selfish of me to get so upset with you when you’re only doing what is best for your family. I should have listened to you, I should have let you stay, and we should have talked it over like the two adults we are, but I only acted like a selfish child. And I am so sorry for slapping you. You didn’t deserve it, but I just freaked out when I felt your hand on my wrist; but that isn’t an excuse. I should have asked you to stop…not did what I did.

I know you must hate me and I don’t blame you. Honestly I’d be surprised if you even read this letter, but it’s the only thing I can think to do. I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, but if I don’t I want you to know that I love you, Kevin Jonas. You are the most amazing man I have ever met and any girl who ends up with you is the luckiest girl in the world.

Anyways, I just want you to know that I am sorry, and if you are ever in town again feel free to give me a call.

Love always,

Your girlfriend,

Your Friend, Alana”

I traced the tear stains on the sheet as I reread the letter over and over again. I couldn’t believe it…she was sorry. She had every right to be angry at me, but she wrote an apology letter to me.

“She still loves me,” I gasped, “I need to go see her,” I said as I threw down the letter, quickly got up and grabbed my hat.

“Wait a minute, lover boy,” my mother said in a serious tone, “I think we should have a talk before you go running up there,” she finished with a mischievous smile.

I had no idea at that moment that what she was going to tell me would be the greatest thing in my life.

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I don't..own..the jonas brothers? lol