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I'm Allieg8tor.

I write M-Rated Jonas fan-fiction.

My stories so far are:

"Attraction" -- Kevin/OC -- Incomplete.

"Painless" -- Kevin/OC -- Complete.

"Painful" -- Kevin/OC -- Incomplete.

"Take A Bite of My Heart Tonight" -- Kevin/OC -- Incomplete. (NEW!)

Sample:
(Chapter One: "A Bite of My Heart Tonight")

May 21, 2007

Today Kevin called me. When I saw his name light up on my phone, it was like a match to my heart as it beat fast and burned inside. I heard his voice for the first time in a week. Don’t get me wrong, I love how he can get on a plane like nobody’s business with his family and chill in The Bahamas, but I miss him when he’s off enjoying the world…

I could hear Joe in the background, talking about so girl named Danielle. How typical, he was already in love with some girl in a bikini. I imagined how beautiful she’d be, dark skinned, tall, skinny, everything I wasn’t, but still, I wouldn’t change him for the world.

Here was our conversation:

“I miss you, how’s school?”

“Probably the most boring thing in existence, how’s paradise?”

“A drag, not fun, education is power, you know?”

“Shut up”

He laughed, “Well what did you want me to say about paradise?”

“That you were having an amazing time and you’re partying it up while I’m taking tests and that you wish I was there with you and you’ll be home soon…”

“All of that too… Minus the last one…”

“You’re not coming home?”

“Well, if you mean Jersey, we’re not gonna be back there for about three months.”

“Three… months…?”

“It’ll be like nothing, you’ll see, we’ll be back before you know it, playing monopoly four times in a row on your old, screened in front porch. And I’ll pick up the guitar and play some of our favorite songs, and you’ll sing along, and we’ll watch old movies and you’ll paint something completely and totally random, and I’ll love it!”

“Sounds like a date, I’m holding you to it, and I have your baby pictures, so you better keep it!”

He made a growling noise, “Wooaahh tiger, no need for threats!
We were quiet for some time…

“So homecoming is coming up isn’t it? Who is taking you?”

“Nobody, I’m not going.”

“What? Why?”

“The boy I wanted to go with moved…”

“Oh, that sucks…”

“Yeah, but it’s okay, it’s just a stupid dance…”

“Dances are fun.”

“So, when you get back, we can turn up the music and dance like idiots, if you want! It’ll be your homecoming…”

“Sounds fun, we should wear pajamas!”

“Definitely!”

“Just you and me?”

“Absolutely, Kev.”

“I can’t wait to come home, it’s gonna be awesome!”

Now I laughed, “Please tell me what isn’t awesome in your life!”

“Yeah, I know, right? But yours is gonna light up one fire soon!”

“Sure, spending my Saturdays on the New York streets…”

“Any better way?”

“I could think of some, but they’re unrealistic and unproductive.. [and in your arms]”

“Yeah, lazy days probably are better, we’re gonna have a ton when I get back, you’ll see!

“Can’t wait.”

“Gotta go, we’re playing a show in about an hour…”

“Have fun, good luck, not that you need it, you’re amazing…”

“Thanks!”

“Well, someone has to feed your ego or it’ll starve…”

“Now you shut up! No, seriously, I’ve gotta go, I’ll call you soon!”

“ ‘Kay, bye… [I love you]”

He’s gone longer, but he’s still thinking about me. Maybe he even…
Will I ever be able to talk to him? Sometimes I just want to tell him the truth, that the girl at home, waiting for him, might be waiting for him forever…

And I will be.

I’ll always be here…


As I closed my journal, I thought about him some more. Sometimes I never stopped thinking about Kevin. I looked at the pictures on my bulletin board—some of us as kids, some of us recently, none of us recently enough…

I put on his hoodie—about ten sizes too big for me—that he’d left months ago at my house and imagined that it had been intentional.

It didn’t smell like him anymore, but it would always feel like him, and it helped me sleep. It especially did on colder nights, but even on the warmer ones.

Soon I fell asleep, and I imagined us dancing. We were singing along to the song playing on the radio, swaying around the front porch in our pajamas. It was perfect. It felt so real, and he held me so close. And we laughed at the fast songs, and we leaned close for the slow ones.

“Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends. So take it easy on me, I’m afraid you’re never satisfied… Woah, oh! I want some more. Oh, Oh! What are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight!”

Seriously, I could hear him sing it forever. I’ll never understand why he doesn’t sing lead like his brothers do, because he has the most amazing voice I’ve ever heard. It’s got this southern twang that’s so perfectly him, yet, not too obviously southern, and simply beautiful.

His voice is kind of made for country music, which I can’t stand, but he’s slowly making me a fan. That isn’t surprising to me though, because he’s so good at getting under my skin. He’s good at everything. I’ve never met anyone like him, and I miss him so much right now.

I won’t sleep tonight, I’m missing him too much. I guess I developed insomnia or something, after he started travelling more. I’m so completely proud of him, but I’m so jealous of those few that follow him wherever he goes. But they’re fans, and they’re relationship to him isn’t like mine. I’d be his fan with or without the music; I’m a fan of his heart, and I’ve always been one. He just doesn’t know it yet.

But really, would it even matter? I mean, he’s got everything, he can have anyone, and when I think of that, I don’t seem like an option. The girl next door is such a fairytale, it isn’t real. This is real though, and I doubt he’ll ever love me like that.

But to the girls in his future: If you hurt him, I’ll break your pretty little face. He’s too amazing to be hurt by some stupid beauty-bot leaving him. He needs someone real, who genuinely loves him, and even though I’ll be the girl clapping as he kisses the bride, I’m still gonna be there…

I guess it really doesn’t help my case that he’s nineteen, nearly twenty, and I’m only sixteen. At least I’ll be seventeen in a couple of weeks, but that’s not nearly close enough. And, I guess, for the first time since we met, he’s gonna miss my birthday. That officially makes it the worst one I’ve had…