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Ms.Jonas
Hey, so, just a heads up. Please disregard the thread comments, or whatever they're called, that I posted. I was still trying to figure this stuff out. Anyway, I'm Jackie, and this is my Jonas Brothers fanfiction: Ms. Jonas. I think you should read it and judge for yourself what you think about it. Have fun! Please comment!
Chapter 1- Adopted
There she sat, watching a re-run of some 90’s cartoon show. It was a nice day out, with rain clouds on the way, or so the weather man had said. Her parents were upstairs, working on bills. She had finished her chores, and at two o’clock in the afternoon, during summer break from college, 20-year-old Jeannette Meyers was completely at peace.
Until the doorbell rang.
Not hearing anybody upstairs getting up to get the door, Jeannette got up from the sofa and pulled the door open. A man in a navy blue suit stood in front of her, with a somewhat nervous expression on his features.
“Jeannette Meyers?”
“Yes?”
“Hello, I represent a couple in Texas that has evidence that…may I come in and possibly speak to your parents?”
“Uh…yeah, sure.” The man seemed legit, so Jeannette let him in and called up to her parents to come downstairs. They met their guest shortly afterward and, after offering him something to drink, sat down to discuss whatever it was he wanted to bring up to them. He seemed incredibly uncomfortable.
“I represent a couple that has extensive evidence that uh, Ms. Jeannette Meyers is actually their rightful daughter.” A grin cracked the surface of Jeannette’s features, before she started to chuckle.
“Okay, yeah, really, what are you getting at? ‘Cause that wasn’t all that funny.” She waited for her parents to back her up, but no argument came. She turned to her mother, sitting on the sofa, to her right, with an encouraging smile. But none came. Jeannette tried the same thing with her father, on her left.
“Oh, come on, seriously! I can’t be these people’s kid! I’m your daughter!” Panic was beginning to settle in, as Jeannette was being brought down to reality.
“B-but…but there’s videos of me in the hospital! Just a day or so after I was born!” She stood and shouted at her parents.
“Jeannette, that wasn’t you.”
“Then who the Hell was it?” She screamed.
“We never thought you would find out.” Her father tried to reason with her.
“YOU HAD NO RIGHT!” Jeannette collapsed into a kneeling position on the floor and let out her tears as she reluctantly accepted the truth. She managed to force herself to calm down rather quickly, reminding herself that there was a complete stranger in the room.
“I- uh, you wanted to tell me something about…something?” The terrible shock, of finding out that she had been adopted and never told, had rattled her brain and left her with almost unintelligible sentences.
“Yes,” The man in the suit began hesitantly. “Jeannette’s birth parents want to claim all remaining rights to their daughter.” This was mainly directed to the only other adults sitting in the room.
“Considering she is almost twenty-one, not many are left to them, but they would like to know her and spend time with her to make up for the twenty years they missed.” “Wait.” Jeannette’s head had cleared somewhat and she began to see reason. “Why would they want to see me? They gave me up didn’t they? If they gave me up, they clearly don’t care about my welfare.” She stated this with as much dignity as she could muster, given she had just been weeping on the carpeted floor of the living room. “Actually, they never gave you up. They believed you to be dead.”
“What? Why? When?”
“There were complications during childbirth. Your twin brother was born healthy, however, almost immediately after you were delivered, your body began to breakdown and the doctors feared for your life. It wasn’t long afterwards that your parents were misinformed and told that you had passed. Your mother and brother were released from the hospital and, because they had left, your doctors were under the impression that you had been abandoned. They sent you to an orphanage as soon as you were healthy enough. Your parents had tried to arrange for your body to be brought to them, for your funeral, but by that time, you had been adopted. They looked very hard for you and their search has led me here.” Jeannette was speechless after her life story- well, the beginning of it anyway.
“But-”
“Of course, this will be confirmed with a paternity test.”
“Oh.”
“Any other questions?”
“Who are they? My parents? What are their names?”
“Paul and Denise Jonas” This stopped Jeannette in her tracks.
“Woah… you mean, as in, 'THE Jonas Brothers?”
“Yes, their parents. That would make you their sister.” Jeannette’s jaw was limp, shaping her mouth into an ‘O’. She had always been a fan of the popular boy band, but was never quite like all the other screaming girls (not to mention she was a good deal older than most of those same screaming fangirls). She had seen them on TV and in concert and never wanted to date them, just hang out with them. Her thought: they just always looked like they had fun, no matter what they did. She wanted to be a part of that. Some time later, after much discussion, Jeannette and her adoptive parents walked the man in the suit, James Connor, to the door.
Chapter 2- The Jonases
A couple of months passed and Jeannette discovered that she was in fact the daughter of Paul and Denise Jonas. She was also told about the baby that had been in all of her family’s home videos. That was the REAL Meyers baby. The REAL Jeannette. She had died after being only a month and a half old. Apparently she had a heart condition that couldn’t be treated. Her parents had made an abnormally speedy adoption and were the proud parents of her, the second Jeannette, in only a little over a month, by the end of August.
Jeannette was scheduled to leave, for the Jonas’ Texas home, the second week of January. She would be taking a semester off school to get to know her new/old family. She still loved her adoptive parents as if she truly was their daughter, but she felt a new sense of emptiness now that she knew the truth about who she was and she longed to fill it. She had always enjoyed flying, but during her flight from Pennsylvania to Texas, her nerves were getting to her and she had to get out of her first class seat (compliments of her new family) to use the closet of a restroom on more than one occasion. But it wasn’t until the plane finally landed that she wished she could sprout out wings of her own and just fly back home and pretend none of this ever happened. Sure, she was excited to meet the Jonas Brothers, but the reality that that brought was horribly nerve-wracking.
She wandered to the baggage claim and discovered a man dressed in a chauffer-like outfit holding a sign with her last name on it- well, what she was led to believe was her last name for the last twenty years: Meyers. Jeannette wasn’t sure if the sign was meant for her, or if she would be addressed as a ‘Jonas’ now. But she didn’t feel any harm in asking. So, she walked up to the young man and stopped a respectable distance away from him.
“Jeannette Meyers?” he asked her. Jeannette nodded. She pulled out her driver’s license for further proof. With that, he helped her pick out her three bags from the revolving belt and led her outside, to a sleek black car. It was probably what many would call a limousine, but Jeannette didn’t think it should be called a limo if it didn’t stretch, and this one definitely was not a stretch limo. But it was large, regardless, and Jeannette was still impressed by the modest luxury she was being offered.
It was about a forty-five minute trip from the airport to the Jonas residence. Jeannette didn’t feel right calling it home, at least not yet. It was quite large and, to be totally honest, Jeannette was pretty intimidated, but she blamed that on the nerves of meeting her birth parents and family. She was so busy staring out the window, she hadn’t noticed the driver get out and jog around to her door. But she came to this realization as soon as he opened it with a light click. Jeannette had a clearer view of the house, but this only made it scarier for her.
She found her feet were made of lead as she struggled to make her way for the front door. However, she had only made it halfway when a black haired woman opened the door, paused and rushed out to Jeannette, embracing her in a tearful hold. She was a little taller than Jeannette, by maybe an inch or two, and she found it just a bit harder to breathe as the woman had limited her air supply with her hug.
This was Denise Jonas.
While she couldn’t actually see anything going on around her, due to the mass of hair that was covering her face, Jeannette could sense that others had gathered around them. She was getting a little embarrassed, but didn’t force any separation, understanding the woman’s grief. She, too, wanted to cry, sensing a new feeling of wholeness. Denise Jonas eventually calmed enough to release her hold of Jeannette’s head, to replace it with tearful kisses to her forehead and cheeks. Jeannette’s head was immobile, due to the older woman’s hands keeping it perfectly still. Jeannette used her newfound sight to look around her. There were five men around her. Well, one man, three young men and a little boy. The Jonases. It took some more time for Denise to relinquish her hold of Jeannette, but in the end, both of them smiled at each other.
“Boys, say hello to your sister.” It was the older man, her father, Paul, who said this. He waited for them all to acknowledge her, before walking up and giving her an embrace of his own. It wasn’t nearly as long, but it had all the same emotion within it. Her brothers each took turns giving her a hug. They were more out of politeness. If Jeannette had to be completely honest, each moment with them was extremely awkward. When all that was done, all seven of them went inside for lunch. It was mostly a silent meal as Jeannette mainly just looked at her surroundings. After a while though, Jeannette had grown immensely uncomfortable, and decided to break the silence. “So…which one of you boys is my twin? Joe?” She looked at him when she said his name. It made the most sense; they were about the same age.
“Yes.” Denise answered for him.
“Woah. She’s my twin?”
“I guess so.” Jeannette responded, taking a bite of her sandwich.
“Well, what do you like to do?”
“Oh, I dunno. Normal stuff, I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Hey, I can show you to your room!” Frankie piped up from his seat at the table.
“I have a room?”
“Of course!” Denise almost sounded offended at the notion that Jeannette wouldn’t have her own room. “You’re part of the family and of course you get your own room!”
“Oh, thank you!” This whole experience was impossibly awkward to Jeannette and, while she knew that this was supposed to be her family, she still felt like a guest and couldn’t wait until that feeling passed. She soon finished her sandwich and allowed Frankie to show her to her room. Well, everyone else came too, but Frankie led the group. They ventured to the second floor of the building and made a left. When the group made it to the end of the hall, they stopped, and a whitewashed door stood in front of Jeannette. She looked to everyone in the group before turning the handle. She stepped into a world of purples and soft oranges. The space was decorated beautifully and exactly to Jeannette’s liking, although that was probably just luck. A king size bed stood in the center of the room, with the headboard against the wall, with a plush, purple, comforter. A crème carpet adorned the floor and was impossibly soft. If Jeannette didn’t know better, she would think she just stepped into heaven. “Wow.” Was all she could muster.
“Do you like it?” Kevin had asked. “Demi helped pick out the color scheme.” When she didn’t respond, the boys got the impression she wasn’t happy.
“She doesn’t like it.” Joe tried to whisper to Nick, but she heard him.
“I love it. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” A huge smile appeared on Jeannette’s face. Tears had formed at the corners of her eyes and she tried to hide them. She found it incredibly kind of them to do all of this for someone that they really didn’t even know.
“Uh, we were wondering if you wanted to spend the day at home or if you wanted to go out and do something.” Nick asked her.
“Go out? What did you have planned?”
“Oh, you know, just hanging out. We could show you around town or something.” Joe added.
“Yeah, sure that sounds great.”
“OK, cool! We wanna show you something then!” With that, Joe grabbed Jeannette’s wrist and practically dragged her downstairs. Kevin and Nick followed suit, all four of them laughing at Joe antics. He opened the door to the garage and switched on the light. There, in the small space that wasn’t occupied by cars was a vintage, 1970s banana seat, bike and Jeannette fell in love.
“It’s AMAZING! You guys really shouldn’t have!” Then realization dawned on her. “You knew I would want to go out?”
“We hoped you would.” Nick answered, while opening the garage door and pulling out his own bike. Kevin helped her pull her bike onto the driveway and, once Joe and Kevin had gotten their own bike out, the four of them were on their way to sightsee. They passed all the basic spots: the movie theater, the mall and the supermarket, where they stopped to grab a snack.
Chapter 3- ‘F’ is for friends who do stuff together
“So, why don’t you tell us about yourself.” Kevin proposed as the four of them sat on the curb just outside the local supermarket, eating a large bag of popcorn that they had bought to share.
Jeannette looked to her other two brothers, as if to ask for their approval. They both nodded, urging her to tell her story.
“Well, for twenty years, I didn’t know I was adopted.”
“Weird.” The comment had come from Joe.
“And…I …um…” What else was there to say? “My favorite color is purple. I don’t like soda. I’m a sucker for chocolate. I have- had- a dog named Musky. He stunk; there really wasn’t anything we could do about it.” She looked, somberly, at her popcorn-filled palm. She missed Musky. The mutt had been smelly, but he was HER smelly, and she loved him.
“Hey, you know, you’ll see him again. No one’s stopping you.” Nick tried to brighten her obviously depressed, mood. She smiled at him, and then to her other companions.
“I’ve never had siblings before. This should be interesting.” Looking around, growing slightly bored of just sitting on the curb, Jeannette made a split second decision. “Race you back to the house!” She shouted, shoving the remainder of her popcorn in her mouth. Or, at least, attempting to. Most of it wound up smeared across her face, falling on the ground. She sprinted to her bike, lying on the ground a few yards away, with the three boys trailing behind her.
“Hey!”
“That wasn’t fair!”
“Not cool!”
It was all in good fun, as the quartet gathered their bikes at record speed and raced back to the Jonas residence. At first, Jeannette was in the lead, but, quickly, Nick passed her. She pedaled hard, but it was obvious that he had purposely won by only a little bit, due to her incredibly exhausted state and his, well…not.
“Woo!” Jeannette gasped as she climbed off her bike. “Good. Race.” Hands on her hips, attempting to catch her breath, Jeannette applauded her victorious brother. “Yeah, well, I try.” The other two caught up and they all shared a good laugh about nothing specific. They all put their bikes away and walked into the large house. “Mom!” Joe called out. “What’s for dinner?”
“Spaghetti!” The group could hear her call back.
“When is dinner, by the way?” Jeannette wasn’t hungry yet, but she was naturally a curious person.
“Probably in an hour or so.” Kevin answered. “What do you wanna do now?”
“I guess I should probably unpack.” With that, the four went their separate ways throughout the house. Jeannette wandered up to her room and dragged one of her suitcases to a lying position on the floor. She unzipped it to reveal some of the belongings that she felt she would need for her six month stay with her new family.
A knock came at her door and she called for whoever it was to come in. Denise Jonas stepped through the doorway, carrying some kind of cloth in her hands. Jeannette eyed the pink garment as her biological mother made her way to the bed, where she sat. She stopped pulling clothes out of the bag and gave the older woman her undivided attention. Tears filled Denise’s eyes before she began talking.
“I saw you just before they had to take you away.” She clung to the pink cloth. “You were wrapped in this.” Jeannette moved to sit with her mother. She wasn’t quite sure what to do; it was strange to have your own mother be a complete stranger. But, Jeannette wrapped the woman in a light, awkward, embrace anyway. Denise seemed to be grateful for it because she leaned into her daughter. She still cried though. “I looked for twenty years!” She sobbed. “How can you possibly forgive me?” “Shh, it wasn’t your fault. Anybody would have made the same mistake. You were misinformed.” She cried for about ten minutes more, before she finally calmed down and attempted to straighten out her face and hair. During those ten minutes, even Jeannette had grown a bit emotional and had to wipe the corners of her eyes.
“Well, dinner should be done any minute now. You can come down whenever you’re ready.” Jeannette nodded in acknowledgement. She had every intention of going to eat as soon as possible, however; she had gotten very hungry during their ‘special moment.’
Chapter 1- Adopted
There she sat, watching a re-run of some 90’s cartoon show. It was a nice day out, with rain clouds on the way, or so the weather man had said. Her parents were upstairs, working on bills. She had finished her chores, and at two o’clock in the afternoon, during summer break from college, 20-year-old Jeannette Meyers was completely at peace.
Until the doorbell rang.
Not hearing anybody upstairs getting up to get the door, Jeannette got up from the sofa and pulled the door open. A man in a navy blue suit stood in front of her, with a somewhat nervous expression on his features.
“Jeannette Meyers?”
“Yes?”
“Hello, I represent a couple in Texas that has evidence that…may I come in and possibly speak to your parents?”
“Uh…yeah, sure.” The man seemed legit, so Jeannette let him in and called up to her parents to come downstairs. They met their guest shortly afterward and, after offering him something to drink, sat down to discuss whatever it was he wanted to bring up to them. He seemed incredibly uncomfortable.
“I represent a couple that has extensive evidence that uh, Ms. Jeannette Meyers is actually their rightful daughter.” A grin cracked the surface of Jeannette’s features, before she started to chuckle.
“Okay, yeah, really, what are you getting at? ‘Cause that wasn’t all that funny.” She waited for her parents to back her up, but no argument came. She turned to her mother, sitting on the sofa, to her right, with an encouraging smile. But none came. Jeannette tried the same thing with her father, on her left.
“Oh, come on, seriously! I can’t be these people’s kid! I’m your daughter!” Panic was beginning to settle in, as Jeannette was being brought down to reality.
“B-but…but there’s videos of me in the hospital! Just a day or so after I was born!” She stood and shouted at her parents.
“Jeannette, that wasn’t you.”
“Then who the Hell was it?” She screamed.
“We never thought you would find out.” Her father tried to reason with her.
“YOU HAD NO RIGHT!” Jeannette collapsed into a kneeling position on the floor and let out her tears as she reluctantly accepted the truth. She managed to force herself to calm down rather quickly, reminding herself that there was a complete stranger in the room.
“I- uh, you wanted to tell me something about…something?” The terrible shock, of finding out that she had been adopted and never told, had rattled her brain and left her with almost unintelligible sentences.
“Yes,” The man in the suit began hesitantly. “Jeannette’s birth parents want to claim all remaining rights to their daughter.” This was mainly directed to the only other adults sitting in the room.
“Considering she is almost twenty-one, not many are left to them, but they would like to know her and spend time with her to make up for the twenty years they missed.” “Wait.” Jeannette’s head had cleared somewhat and she began to see reason. “Why would they want to see me? They gave me up didn’t they? If they gave me up, they clearly don’t care about my welfare.” She stated this with as much dignity as she could muster, given she had just been weeping on the carpeted floor of the living room. “Actually, they never gave you up. They believed you to be dead.”
“What? Why? When?”
“There were complications during childbirth. Your twin brother was born healthy, however, almost immediately after you were delivered, your body began to breakdown and the doctors feared for your life. It wasn’t long afterwards that your parents were misinformed and told that you had passed. Your mother and brother were released from the hospital and, because they had left, your doctors were under the impression that you had been abandoned. They sent you to an orphanage as soon as you were healthy enough. Your parents had tried to arrange for your body to be brought to them, for your funeral, but by that time, you had been adopted. They looked very hard for you and their search has led me here.” Jeannette was speechless after her life story- well, the beginning of it anyway.
“But-”
“Of course, this will be confirmed with a paternity test.”
“Oh.”
“Any other questions?”
“Who are they? My parents? What are their names?”
“Paul and Denise Jonas” This stopped Jeannette in her tracks.
“Woah… you mean, as in, 'THE Jonas Brothers?”
“Yes, their parents. That would make you their sister.” Jeannette’s jaw was limp, shaping her mouth into an ‘O’. She had always been a fan of the popular boy band, but was never quite like all the other screaming girls (not to mention she was a good deal older than most of those same screaming fangirls). She had seen them on TV and in concert and never wanted to date them, just hang out with them. Her thought: they just always looked like they had fun, no matter what they did. She wanted to be a part of that. Some time later, after much discussion, Jeannette and her adoptive parents walked the man in the suit, James Connor, to the door.
Chapter 2- The Jonases
A couple of months passed and Jeannette discovered that she was in fact the daughter of Paul and Denise Jonas. She was also told about the baby that had been in all of her family’s home videos. That was the REAL Meyers baby. The REAL Jeannette. She had died after being only a month and a half old. Apparently she had a heart condition that couldn’t be treated. Her parents had made an abnormally speedy adoption and were the proud parents of her, the second Jeannette, in only a little over a month, by the end of August.
Jeannette was scheduled to leave, for the Jonas’ Texas home, the second week of January. She would be taking a semester off school to get to know her new/old family. She still loved her adoptive parents as if she truly was their daughter, but she felt a new sense of emptiness now that she knew the truth about who she was and she longed to fill it. She had always enjoyed flying, but during her flight from Pennsylvania to Texas, her nerves were getting to her and she had to get out of her first class seat (compliments of her new family) to use the closet of a restroom on more than one occasion. But it wasn’t until the plane finally landed that she wished she could sprout out wings of her own and just fly back home and pretend none of this ever happened. Sure, she was excited to meet the Jonas Brothers, but the reality that that brought was horribly nerve-wracking.
She wandered to the baggage claim and discovered a man dressed in a chauffer-like outfit holding a sign with her last name on it- well, what she was led to believe was her last name for the last twenty years: Meyers. Jeannette wasn’t sure if the sign was meant for her, or if she would be addressed as a ‘Jonas’ now. But she didn’t feel any harm in asking. So, she walked up to the young man and stopped a respectable distance away from him.
“Jeannette Meyers?” he asked her. Jeannette nodded. She pulled out her driver’s license for further proof. With that, he helped her pick out her three bags from the revolving belt and led her outside, to a sleek black car. It was probably what many would call a limousine, but Jeannette didn’t think it should be called a limo if it didn’t stretch, and this one definitely was not a stretch limo. But it was large, regardless, and Jeannette was still impressed by the modest luxury she was being offered.
It was about a forty-five minute trip from the airport to the Jonas residence. Jeannette didn’t feel right calling it home, at least not yet. It was quite large and, to be totally honest, Jeannette was pretty intimidated, but she blamed that on the nerves of meeting her birth parents and family. She was so busy staring out the window, she hadn’t noticed the driver get out and jog around to her door. But she came to this realization as soon as he opened it with a light click. Jeannette had a clearer view of the house, but this only made it scarier for her.
She found her feet were made of lead as she struggled to make her way for the front door. However, she had only made it halfway when a black haired woman opened the door, paused and rushed out to Jeannette, embracing her in a tearful hold. She was a little taller than Jeannette, by maybe an inch or two, and she found it just a bit harder to breathe as the woman had limited her air supply with her hug.
This was Denise Jonas.
While she couldn’t actually see anything going on around her, due to the mass of hair that was covering her face, Jeannette could sense that others had gathered around them. She was getting a little embarrassed, but didn’t force any separation, understanding the woman’s grief. She, too, wanted to cry, sensing a new feeling of wholeness. Denise Jonas eventually calmed enough to release her hold of Jeannette’s head, to replace it with tearful kisses to her forehead and cheeks. Jeannette’s head was immobile, due to the older woman’s hands keeping it perfectly still. Jeannette used her newfound sight to look around her. There were five men around her. Well, one man, three young men and a little boy. The Jonases. It took some more time for Denise to relinquish her hold of Jeannette, but in the end, both of them smiled at each other.
“Boys, say hello to your sister.” It was the older man, her father, Paul, who said this. He waited for them all to acknowledge her, before walking up and giving her an embrace of his own. It wasn’t nearly as long, but it had all the same emotion within it. Her brothers each took turns giving her a hug. They were more out of politeness. If Jeannette had to be completely honest, each moment with them was extremely awkward. When all that was done, all seven of them went inside for lunch. It was mostly a silent meal as Jeannette mainly just looked at her surroundings. After a while though, Jeannette had grown immensely uncomfortable, and decided to break the silence. “So…which one of you boys is my twin? Joe?” She looked at him when she said his name. It made the most sense; they were about the same age.
“Yes.” Denise answered for him.
“Woah. She’s my twin?”
“I guess so.” Jeannette responded, taking a bite of her sandwich.
“Well, what do you like to do?”
“Oh, I dunno. Normal stuff, I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Hey, I can show you to your room!” Frankie piped up from his seat at the table.
“I have a room?”
“Of course!” Denise almost sounded offended at the notion that Jeannette wouldn’t have her own room. “You’re part of the family and of course you get your own room!”
“Oh, thank you!” This whole experience was impossibly awkward to Jeannette and, while she knew that this was supposed to be her family, she still felt like a guest and couldn’t wait until that feeling passed. She soon finished her sandwich and allowed Frankie to show her to her room. Well, everyone else came too, but Frankie led the group. They ventured to the second floor of the building and made a left. When the group made it to the end of the hall, they stopped, and a whitewashed door stood in front of Jeannette. She looked to everyone in the group before turning the handle. She stepped into a world of purples and soft oranges. The space was decorated beautifully and exactly to Jeannette’s liking, although that was probably just luck. A king size bed stood in the center of the room, with the headboard against the wall, with a plush, purple, comforter. A crème carpet adorned the floor and was impossibly soft. If Jeannette didn’t know better, she would think she just stepped into heaven. “Wow.” Was all she could muster.
“Do you like it?” Kevin had asked. “Demi helped pick out the color scheme.” When she didn’t respond, the boys got the impression she wasn’t happy.
“She doesn’t like it.” Joe tried to whisper to Nick, but she heard him.
“I love it. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” A huge smile appeared on Jeannette’s face. Tears had formed at the corners of her eyes and she tried to hide them. She found it incredibly kind of them to do all of this for someone that they really didn’t even know.
“Uh, we were wondering if you wanted to spend the day at home or if you wanted to go out and do something.” Nick asked her.
“Go out? What did you have planned?”
“Oh, you know, just hanging out. We could show you around town or something.” Joe added.
“Yeah, sure that sounds great.”
“OK, cool! We wanna show you something then!” With that, Joe grabbed Jeannette’s wrist and practically dragged her downstairs. Kevin and Nick followed suit, all four of them laughing at Joe antics. He opened the door to the garage and switched on the light. There, in the small space that wasn’t occupied by cars was a vintage, 1970s banana seat, bike and Jeannette fell in love.
“It’s AMAZING! You guys really shouldn’t have!” Then realization dawned on her. “You knew I would want to go out?”
“We hoped you would.” Nick answered, while opening the garage door and pulling out his own bike. Kevin helped her pull her bike onto the driveway and, once Joe and Kevin had gotten their own bike out, the four of them were on their way to sightsee. They passed all the basic spots: the movie theater, the mall and the supermarket, where they stopped to grab a snack.
Chapter 3- ‘F’ is for friends who do stuff together
“So, why don’t you tell us about yourself.” Kevin proposed as the four of them sat on the curb just outside the local supermarket, eating a large bag of popcorn that they had bought to share.
Jeannette looked to her other two brothers, as if to ask for their approval. They both nodded, urging her to tell her story.
“Well, for twenty years, I didn’t know I was adopted.”
“Weird.” The comment had come from Joe.
“And…I …um…” What else was there to say? “My favorite color is purple. I don’t like soda. I’m a sucker for chocolate. I have- had- a dog named Musky. He stunk; there really wasn’t anything we could do about it.” She looked, somberly, at her popcorn-filled palm. She missed Musky. The mutt had been smelly, but he was HER smelly, and she loved him.
“Hey, you know, you’ll see him again. No one’s stopping you.” Nick tried to brighten her obviously depressed, mood. She smiled at him, and then to her other companions.
“I’ve never had siblings before. This should be interesting.” Looking around, growing slightly bored of just sitting on the curb, Jeannette made a split second decision. “Race you back to the house!” She shouted, shoving the remainder of her popcorn in her mouth. Or, at least, attempting to. Most of it wound up smeared across her face, falling on the ground. She sprinted to her bike, lying on the ground a few yards away, with the three boys trailing behind her.
“Hey!”
“That wasn’t fair!”
“Not cool!”
It was all in good fun, as the quartet gathered their bikes at record speed and raced back to the Jonas residence. At first, Jeannette was in the lead, but, quickly, Nick passed her. She pedaled hard, but it was obvious that he had purposely won by only a little bit, due to her incredibly exhausted state and his, well…not.
“Woo!” Jeannette gasped as she climbed off her bike. “Good. Race.” Hands on her hips, attempting to catch her breath, Jeannette applauded her victorious brother. “Yeah, well, I try.” The other two caught up and they all shared a good laugh about nothing specific. They all put their bikes away and walked into the large house. “Mom!” Joe called out. “What’s for dinner?”
“Spaghetti!” The group could hear her call back.
“When is dinner, by the way?” Jeannette wasn’t hungry yet, but she was naturally a curious person.
“Probably in an hour or so.” Kevin answered. “What do you wanna do now?”
“I guess I should probably unpack.” With that, the four went their separate ways throughout the house. Jeannette wandered up to her room and dragged one of her suitcases to a lying position on the floor. She unzipped it to reveal some of the belongings that she felt she would need for her six month stay with her new family.
A knock came at her door and she called for whoever it was to come in. Denise Jonas stepped through the doorway, carrying some kind of cloth in her hands. Jeannette eyed the pink garment as her biological mother made her way to the bed, where she sat. She stopped pulling clothes out of the bag and gave the older woman her undivided attention. Tears filled Denise’s eyes before she began talking.
“I saw you just before they had to take you away.” She clung to the pink cloth. “You were wrapped in this.” Jeannette moved to sit with her mother. She wasn’t quite sure what to do; it was strange to have your own mother be a complete stranger. But, Jeannette wrapped the woman in a light, awkward, embrace anyway. Denise seemed to be grateful for it because she leaned into her daughter. She still cried though. “I looked for twenty years!” She sobbed. “How can you possibly forgive me?” “Shh, it wasn’t your fault. Anybody would have made the same mistake. You were misinformed.” She cried for about ten minutes more, before she finally calmed down and attempted to straighten out her face and hair. During those ten minutes, even Jeannette had grown a bit emotional and had to wipe the corners of her eyes.
“Well, dinner should be done any minute now. You can come down whenever you’re ready.” Jeannette nodded in acknowledgement. She had every intention of going to eat as soon as possible, however; she had gotten very hungry during their ‘special moment.’
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| TheJackieMo | hey | 0 | Sep 9 2009, 8:52 PM EDT by TheJackieMo | ||
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Sorry it's been slow lately. I started school again and its been a little hectic. i'll get another chapter up as soon as i can.
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| jobro-luver-4life | omj! | 0 | Jul 22 2009, 7:51 PM EDT by jobro-luver-4life | ||
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that was really good! you should become an author! please write some more!!!!
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| TheJackieMo | Who Am I? | 0 | Jul 21 2009, 9:25 PM EDT by TheJackieMo | ||
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What do you all think? Should i keep going?
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