A little confusing. I kind of changed what I was going to do halfway through.
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JOE'S POV
My hands are sweating when I pick her up at her house. I didn't really tell her when our date was, so I hope she is ready. Its about 5, so she should be home. Because I am nervous, I do the one thing that I know how to do to overcome my stage fright, I be funny. After knocking I hide in the bushes, she comes and answers the door, I am really glad it was her and not her father.
"Is it safe to come out?" I ask. I swear she jumps at least ten feet in the air.
"JOE!" She whispers loudly, parting the branches, "You scared me."
"Okay, but is it safe?" I ask.
"What do you mean?"
"Is there a party going on?"
"No stupid, my birthday was last week."
I crawl out of the bushes, "Bye Dad!" She yells into the house before we walk to the car. She is completely ready to go, no hassle, not even for shoes. I have been with girls who fake not being ready, to not seem anxious, and girls who are all jittery, but never someone like Robin who are ready, but not over ready. She acts so calm with me. But when I read her thoughts, I can tell that her stomach is doing flips like mine, which helps me out a little bit.
"Can you tell me where we are going now?" She begs me when we are in my car.
"Nah" I say, keeping my eyes glued to the road. Lets make it past this intersection without getting killed. I flinch with that thought, but we live.
"Please" She begs, but I don't give.
We sit down and start talking. The conversation flows easily, just like a week ago on our first date. I don't have to force the conversation along like I have had to do with other dates.
The conversation would look so chopped up and make so sense to any bystanders. Half the conversation is verbal, the other half is in thought. Sometimes one of us answers in thought to something spoken, and vise-versa. The only way to tell the difference is that thinking seems to wander. One of us will be thinking in the conversation, then our minds will turn to how good that last piece of pie was. Even after we are done eating we still talk. We don't head home right away; there is no need to end the awkwardness, because there is none.
Probably the best part of the night, in both our opinions by the sound of her thoughts, is that at the bottom of one of the baskets was a birthday present, wrapped in happy birthday paper.
As she opens it, a smile already plastering her face, "It's beautiful," she says, when she sees the box, "open it," I whisper in her ear. Inside are ten wooden pieces each saying, "Hug token," or "Good for one massage," or "Worth one kiss."
Her thought to me were: 'So sweet," and "You put a lot of thought into this" And she was not lying. I did put a lot of thought into these, I spent the last week trying to find the perfect gift at the mall.
"That was stupid, it's only my birthday" she thinks.
"What? Oh crud was I open thinking again? And it is important, it's your birthday."
"What?" She says.
"You birthday is important."
"No, I get that, thanks, but what else did you say? About thinking. "
"Open thinking, that is what I call it its thinking where you can hear me." I say, switching to thought halfway through.
"Makes sense. A little weird, but that's Joe. Opps!" She thinks, forgetting to block out her thoughts.
"Thanks" I say.
"How do we open think?" She asks me.
"Well my theory is.." I say in thought, because I would not be able to explain it any other way. "Well you know how people have those moments where they say the same thing at the same time? Or seem to know what the other is thinking? They finish each others thoughts..."
"Yeah," She says out loud, "My friends do that all the time, but its more like they are on the same train of thought. It's kind of obvious to figure out what they are going to say, even before they say it." I refrain from laughing when she adds in thought; my guess is not on purpose, that they always talk about my brothers and I.
"Hey!" She says when she hears my thought.
"Anyway, I bet open thinking is the same, but more advanced. We have the same connection as people like your friends, but better."
"That makes sense," she says, "Better then my theory."
I don't even have to ask her what her theory was, because she thinks of it. She thought that maybe we had both fallen into something toxic when we were babies and developed the power. And she calls me crazy.
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Murdered (A Jonas Brothers Scream Story) Chapter 47by JonasHouse09250 views
i like Robins theory much like the one me and my friend use
pokemonwarrior10134 2 years ago
@pokemonwarrior10134
what was your theory...?
JonasHouse09 2 years ago
well are is kinda dume we think that when people can read each others minds are because we only use 10% of are brain and when we are with people who you are compatible with you start to use more of your brain with out knowing it. though i wonder what are brains can do with we used all 100% of it? ya sorry my answer sounds like a science nerd
pokemonwarrior10134 2 years ago
Makes a lot of sense. I read that somewhere. I was writing another story (it never worked) and I had to do some research on this same thing. I really liked the idea so I put it in this story.
Wow Robin and Joe must be really compatible.
JonasHouse09 2 years ago