Soundtrack of My Summer: Chapter 8

Woo hoo! Another one! lol I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. ~Roy Croft ***************************************** #33- Hes really cute #24- He has high hopes and big dreams #20- Hes a hard worker #16- He looks cute when he cries #15- Those MUSCLES!! #12- He works hard at everything he does #9- He doesnt let anything slow him down #6- Hes not a snob #2- Hes got the most incredible voice in the world. Nick flipped the page, wondering what number one could possibly be. Surprisingly, the last page was blank. He quickly pulled out his phone and texted the number shed grudgingly given him on the first night theyd met. Whats number one? When she didnt respond for a while, Nick gave up. She hadnt responded to a single text hed ever sent her. It was because of this that he was surprised to see that she had texted her back. Did u see the paper? it read. Wut paper? the teen rockstar quickly responded, feeling pathetic because of the small rush of excitement that she had actually responded. The one behind #2. Nick felt behind the page and, sure enough, pulled out a piece of folded up notebook paper. He quickly unfolded it, but as he began reading, he felt his ego begin to deflate, big time. 10 Reasons Why I hate Nick Jonas, It said at the top. The date written was the present date, and he knew shes just written the paper today. #10- hes a jerk. # 6- hes self-obsessed # 3- He doesnt care # 1- He thinks hes better than anyone and everyone else. Ouch, he texted her back. This time, though, Emily didnt text back. Looking back at the paper, Nick tried in vain to argue with any of the points only to find one thing: he couldnt. ****** That night, Joe and Kevin waked over to Emilys, where she had made some homemade pasta and breadsticks for dinner. This is incredible, Joe said through a mouthful of pasta. Where did you learn to cook like this? My mom was a chef, Emily explained. She taught me everything I know. Thats how she started singing, Brooklyn piped up from her seat next to Joe. You sing? Kevin questioned, looking interested. You any good? Are you kidding me? B laughed. Shes amazing. I almost want to say shes better than Taylor. Em even writes her own songs. Theyre really good. Can we hear one? Kevin asked. Please, Joe begged. I guess, she shrugged, a pretty blush creeping over her features. When the group finished eating, they moved to Emilys large music room/recording studio. She picked up her favorite Gibson acoustic as her friends made themselves comfortable on the plush couch. When they were quiet, Em started strumming nervously. A deep breath cleared her mind of the nerves, though, and she began singing. Your beautiful eyes/ stare right into my eyes/ and sometimes/ I think of you late at night/ I dont know why I/ I want to be somewhere where you are/ I want to be where/ youre here/ your eyes are looking into mine/ baby, make me fly