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Love Is Blind

holdmyhand — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:07:39 CST

Chapter 1
I strummed the chords of my guitar lightly, listening to the beautiful melody that I created. I hummed a tune to the song that I was writing. I strummed more loudly and actually began to sing the words to the song.

Maybe it’s not my weekend
But it’s gonna be my year
And I’m so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear ‘
Cuz been going crazy
I don’t wanna waste another minute here

“’I’m so sick of watching?’ Really, Meg, isn’t that like a kind of pun?” my loving and annoying older brother said to me from the doorway of my bedroom. I spun around quickly to face him. Donny was my brother, and my guardian. My mother had divorced my father when I was seven years old, and my father died in a car crash five years after that. I loved Donny, totally and completely loved him with all my heart. Right after my father died, Donny fought for custody of me. At the time, he was only 19, but he was so mature for his age. It was either I lived with Donny in his apartment or I went into the foster system, and I thank God everyday that the former was the one that had actually occurred. It was nearly six years later and I was still with Donny, but his girlfriend, Rebecca, moved in with us about a year ago. She was extremely nice and was more like an older sister to me than anything else. She had never ever treated me as Donny’s younger sister.

“You know that your audition is in an hour right? Is everything ready?” Donny asked me, his voice filling my entire room. Have you ever listened to someone’s voice in depth? They are so beautiful and unique that sometimes I just sit on the front stoop of the apartment building and listen to the voices of the people that pass by.

“Yea, Donald, I know that my audition is in an hour,” I said, mimicking his tone of voice perfectly. I could match people’s tone of voice perfectly, that was one of my talents. I put my guitar down on my bed next to me and stood up. I reached my hand out to Donny, waiting for him to grasp it. He sighed deeply and then pulled me over to him.

“C’mon little sister, Becky said that she is not going to let you go without eating,” Donny said and then he swept me up into his arms. I let out a little cry of surprise and pounded my first on his chest.

“Donny, put me down!” I screeched as he raced out of my room and down the hallway to the kitchen. In exactly 57 seconds, Donny was putting me into one of the chairs by the kitchen table. I liked to time things too because I always wanted to be very precise.

“Meg, are you excited?” Becky asked as she placed a plate of food in front of me. The scents of grilled chicken and macaroni and cheese had filled the apartment and my stomach grumbled involuntarily. I picked up my fork and dug into the food.

“Extremely excited,” I said in between bites of chicken. Donny laughed his low, almost tenor-like laugh.

“I know, I’m losing my sister to Hollywood Records,” Donny said dramatically. Now it was Becky’s turn to laugh. Her laugh was more a mezzo-soprano type laugh. Though, when she was drunk, she’s known to have an extremely high-pitched laugh. I stuck my tongue out at Donny and continued eating.

“They have to like me first, pee-brain,” I teased him lightly.

“Of course they are going to like you. They’d have to be stupid if they didn’t,” Becky commented from the other side of the kitchen. She turned on the water and I stopped for a minute to listen to the calming rhythm of the water hitting the inside of the sink. I gave out a sigh and pushed the half eaten plate away from me.

“Donny, finish that for me?” I whined, and he sighed deeply. This was something we did at every meal: I would eat at least half of the food and then I would beg Donny to finish it for me. That way we didn’t waste food. See most people would think that Donny would be obese because he would eat his food and then the rest of my food, but he works out every single day so all that was pretty much turned into muscle. I would know because he could crush me with his hugs.

“You are a pain in my ass,” he responded and I flashed him a smile. He shoved me gently and then laughed again. Becky shut off the water and then walked over to run her fingers through my hair. I took a few slow, deep breaths because I could feel the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach again. Today was the day that I auditioned for Hollywood Records and I was completely buzzed. I needed to take a few minutes to just sit down and calm myself down.

45 Minutes Later Donny’s Car

I drummed my fingers on the dashboard, trying to calm my nerves. I had the radio on in an attempt to drown out my doubts and insecurities. I sang along softly to 3oh!3’s Don’t Trust Me. Finally, Donny gripped my hand with one of his.

“If you keep doing that, I am going to have to kill you,” he gently teased me. I pulled my hand back and brought my knees to my chest. Resting my head on my knees, I focused on the beat of the song.

After what seemed like an eternity, Donny pulled into a parking space and the car jolted to a stop. Donny turned off the car and he and I sat in silence for a while. We were both excited and nervous at the same time. I wanted so badly to create an album. I loved singing, dancing, writing music, hell I liked performing period. Donny rubbed my shoulder and then opened his door. It closed behind him with a soft click and then he walked over to my side of the car. As soon as the door opened, I heard the hustling and bustling of the Hollywood streets. Donny took my hand in his and helped me out. The car beeped softly, letting us know that it was locked.

“Are you ready?” he asked me, so low so that only I could hear it. I squared my shoulders and ran a hand through my wavy hair.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said and then Donny tugged me along.

It’s now or never, I thought to myself. I guess now would be as good as time as ever to introduce myself. I am Megan Andrews and I am 18 years old.

Oh…and before I forget…I’m blind.

Chapter 2

“So, Megan, how long have you been writing songs?” Mrs. Dean, the Hollywood Record executive, asked me. As soon as I had heard her voice, which sounded stiff and tired, I had decided that she was probably tall, plain-skinned, with a blonde bob and square glasses. I wasn’t born blind, so I’ve seen people before. I know colors, shapes, styles, all that junk, and the first thing I do when meeting someone new is I try and figure out what they’d look like.

“Well I wrote my first song technically when I was ten, but I didn’t really write any decent songs until like 13,” I explained. Mrs. Dean tapped her fingers on the clipboard she was holding. I could tell it was a clipboard because it makes a particular sound when you tap against it. I listened as she wrote something down on the paper.

“Can you play this for me? We had listened to the demo CD you sent in, but I just want to hear one live,” she said and I could practically hear the smile in her voice. I had to force myself not to roll my eyes. What they were really doing was checking to make sure that I was actually talented, and not that I had faked all the music and vocals.

There was a lot of paper shuffling and then I felt Donny shift on the couch. I guess he reached out to grab the paper from her. Donny slid my acoustic guitar on to my lap. We had brought it with us because I had insisted on it. It had been a 16th birthday present from Donny and I loved it so much. I even named my guitar Dana, and I took it practically everywhere with me. It was the one constant in my life apparently and I had memorized the entire guitar with my fingers.

“It’s Hey Jude,” Donny whispered to me and I allowed a small smile. I knew this song like the back of my hand. Mrs. Dean didn’t exactly know that I couldn’t see and I was definitely not going to out right tell her. I just focused on the song.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song, and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don’t be afraid
You were made to, go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

Donny squeezed my shoulder reassuringly as I continued.

And anytime you feel the pain,
hey Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little bit colder

Hey Jude, don’t let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

So let it out, and let it in,
Hey Jude, begin
You’re waiting for someone to perform with
And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude, you’ll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad
Take a sad song, and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

“That was wonderful! Megan, you have an amazing voice,” Mrs. Dean said happily. I smiled and handed Donny my guitar. There was more rustling of papers and the couch shifted once more.

“Now, if you’ll just sign on that dotted line there, you’ll be all set. We would all be honored to help you complete your first album,” she said and I frowned slightly. I didn’t usually write things by hand because it was really hard to do. I remembered how to spell words and everything because I had learned all that while I could still see.

Donny cleared his throat uncomfortably and he placed a pen in my right hand. Donny guided my hand over to where he had placed the contract on the table in front of us. I knew there was a table because I had accidentally bumped into it on my way over to the couch when we had first arrived. I felt around for the paper with my left hand and Donny positioned my pen for me. Slowly, yet confidently, I signed my name on the contract. Mrs. Dean took a sharp breath when I picked up the paper and held it in her direction.

“Oh my, well I didn’t realize that…I mean you don’t act…,” she stammered uncertainly. I blew out a sigh and shook the paper in my hand slightly impatiently. People had all sorts of different reactions to the fact that I was blind, and rarely any of them were good. Mrs. Dean took the papers from me and I sat back against the soft couch. I ran my hand unconsciously along the cushion, trying to guess the color simply from the texture of the fabric.

“You didn’t realize she was blind,” Donny stated simply. There was a sharp edge to his voice so I slid my left hand over on the couch until it bumped into his leg. Donny picked up my hand in his and held it firmly.

“Is that a problem?” I asked, almost hesitantly. The couch shifted again so I presumed that Donny had sat forward. Mrs. Dean cleared her throat.

“No, no, not at all. We’ll just, contact you tomorrow and give you all the details on your album, alright dear?” I could tell that she felt uncomfortable so I tugged Donny’s hand slightly. He stood up and I followed suit.

“It was so nice to meet you, Mrs. Dean,” I said and then held out my right hand for her to shake. I waited until she had clasped my hand with hers and then gave it a brief shake. Donny pulled me along after him out the door. He was silent as we took the elevator and then walked the 49 steps to the car door. I counted to 78 before Donny and I were both in the car and he had pulled away from the curb.

“Donny, you have to chill,” I said in an attempt to lighten the tension in the car. No such luck.

“Meg, you shoulda seen the way she looked at you when she realized you couldn’t see,” Donny said. I frowned because he knew full well that was impossible for me to do. I was going to crack a joke about it but from the tone of his voice I decided against it.

“Donny, people are always going to react weirdly when they find out I’m blind. It’s a fact of life. It doesn’t bother me, so it shouldn’t bother you so much,” I said and then held out my left hand. Donny chuckled slightly and took my hand in his again.

“When did I get such a mature little sister?” he remarked and I smiled because the tension had evaporated from the car. The universe was aligned again.

Joe Jonas POV

“Ouch, Jane, that hurts,” I complained for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Jane rolled her eyes at me and continued to pull my hair anyway. Jane was my hairstylist and I had asked her to come over this morning so she could do my hair before I went to Hollywood Records. My brothers and I had a meeting with them today regarding a new CD and what not.

“Joe, will you hurry up. We’ve got to be there in twenty minutes,” my annoying older brother, Kevin called from his room across the hall. I scoffed and chose not to answer him. I wasn’t going to rush Jane and risk going outside looking less than perfect.

Ten minutes later, Jane announced she was done and practically shoved me out of the room. I fixed the collar on my shirt and then headed downstairs. The rest of my family was waiting for me by the front door.

“Joe, you are such a girl,” my younger brother, Nick said. I pushed on my Ray Bans and shrugged.

“I gotta keep up my rep. I’m the hot one, remember?” I said only half kidding. Mom rolled her eyes at me and then motioned for all of us to move out. My brothers and I piled into one limo as Mom, Dad, and Frankie got into the other. I looked at my reflection in the window as we pulled out. I ruffled my hair and adjusted my shirt one last time.

“Dude, really, don’t you ever get tired of looking at yourself?” Kevin said and shoved my playfully.

“Not really man,” I said and then grinned enormously. Kevin shook his head and Nick out right laughed in my face.

“I repeat, you are a girl,” Nick said. I shoved him hard and then leaned back against the leather seating. My eyes slid shut and I dozed as we continued our drive to the meeting. I had gotten about two hours of sleep last night from the time Camille finally left to the time Big Rob dragged, and yes I mean dragged, me out of bed. I was trying to sneak in an extra couple of minutes of sleep when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I sighed and took out my IPhone. There was a text message from Camille waiting for me.

Hey babe, where are you? I sighed deeply because five hours earlier, she and I had an all out fight. Then half an hour later, we were having an all out make out session on my bed. That was the routine: we fought and then made up right afterwards.

Nothing much. About to go into an interview. I’ll talk to you later. It took her less than a second to respond.

Well fine then, whatever. I groaned because I knew she was pissed at me and I was going to get an ear full later. I tucked my phone away and tried to go back to sleep. A second later, the limo pulled into the parking lot. I pressed my eyes tighter fiercely as the limo came to a complete stop and my brothers began to move around.

“let’s go, Joe,” Kevin said and I gave on last sigh as I followed him out of the limo and over to the elevator. The three of us stepped in and pressed the button for the twentieth floor.

“What is this meeting for anyway?” I grumbled. I hated early morning especially when I didn’t know what they were about.

“Something about a duet with an up and coming star,” Nick said as he ran a nervous hand through his curls. I groaned loudly. I hated when the company made us do this in an attempt to gain the new star a rapid rise to fame. Most of the time, the “star” was a no talent wannabe who had their voices altered using a computer.

The elevator pinged at the 11th floor and the door slid open to reveal a stunning beauty. She had brown wavy hair that fell to the center of her back and deep brown eyes. She was petite and had very long legs. She was wearing blue skinny jeans, black high top converse and red and black Paramore t-shirt.

“What floor?” Kevin asked politely and she smiled at him. I moved over as she walked in and brushed against me. A tall, muscular guy walked in right after her and took a place right beside her.

“The twentieth, same as you three,” the guy responded before taking the girls left hand in his. His hand completely covered hers. My heart sunk a little as she patted his hand with her other one. Of course a girl that beautiful was already taken, by a huge beast of a man to say the least.

“I’m Kevin, by the way,” Kevin piped up.

“I’m Nick,” Nick said and then turned to me.

“And I’m Joe,” I said softly. The girl smiled again and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m Meg, and this is my brother, Donny,” she said. Her brother released her hand and turned to shake all of ours. Meg frowned slightly and waited until he took her hand again. Once he did, she smirked a little. I was a little taken aback by the fact that she didn’t seem to recognize us. The door finally pinged and they slid open. Donny stepped out first and tugged Meg after him. The rest of us piled out as the doors slid shut.

“It was so nice meeting you guys,” Meg said sweetly and gave us a little wave. We all waved back and they started off down the hallway.

“Did anyone else notice that she didn’t seem to know who we are?” Nick said quietly.

“I kind of liked it,” Kevin laughed and I nodded a little. We went in our own direction and knocked on the first door to the right. It immediately swung open and Mrs. Dean, the Hollywood executive, ushered us in. Mom, Dad and Frankie were already seated around the table.

“Nice of you all to join us,” Phil, our manager, said. The three of us sat in three of the empty seats. I didn’t bother taking off my Ray Bans and just leaned back in the chair. Mrs. Dean cleared her throat and took her seat next to Phil.

“Alright, as we were telling your parents, we were wondering if you boys would be interested in doing a duet with one of the new artists.” What did I tell you? I smirked a little to myself.

“She played for me when I interviewed her last week. I recorded it,” Mrs. Dean said as she pressed the play button on the tape recorder that she had in front of her. What words can I use to describe the voice that came out of that tape recorder? I could start at amazing, but that wouldn’t even cover it. Stunning, beautiful and flawless didn’t really cover it either. All I know is that by the time the song was over, everyone in the room, besides Mrs. Dean and Phil, had their mouths hanging open in shock.

“Yes,” Kevin stammered.

“Yes,” I put in.

“A thousand times yes,” Nick replied. Mrs. Dean smiled and Phil nodded. Mom and Dad seemed to still be in shock. Phil got up and excused himself, disappearing through the door we had come in. Mrs. Dean sat back and crossed her legs.

“When do we get to meet her?” Mom finally asked.

“Phil went to go get her right now,” Mrs. Dean said and I smiled widely. I hoped the girl was as beautiful as her voice was.

“Could you tell us a little about her?” Dad said and Mrs. Dean’s smile faltered a little bit. I knit my eyebrows together.

“She’s a really nice and modest young lady. She’s also very…different from most people,” she said uncertainly. Nick and Kevin swapped confused looks. Before I could ask her anything else, there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Dean stood up as the door swung open.

“Boys, I’d like you to meet Megan Andrews and her brother, Donald Andrews,” Phil said as he walked in and all three of our mouths fell open again because standing there was the girl and guy we had met on the elevator. Donny was still holding her hands and they both made their way over to the two empty seats across the table from us. Donny let Meg sit first and then took his place next to her.

“It’s so nice to meet you two,” Dad said as he extended his hand towards Meg. Donny nudged her slightly and she sat forward and shook his hand a bit awkwardly. Donny shook Dad’s hand next and then looked at his sister for a minute.

“You have the most amazing voice,” Mom piped up and Meg smiled.

“Thank you so much. I was worried that you guys wouldn’t like my voice,” she said uncertainly and Nick smiled broadly.

“Are you kidding? It was fantastic! We’d love to record a song with you,” Nick said, and his voice rose an octave because he was getting excited. I could practically hear the wheels spinning in his head. Meg slid her arm over until it rested on Donny’s forearm.

“So it’s final then? You guys are recording a song together?” Phil said and we all nodded in agreement. Mrs. Dean gave Meg and Donny a small smile. Donny nodded, keeping a straight face and reaching down to grab Meg’s hand. I watched her carefully as she took a slow deep breath. To be honest, I was actually pretty excited to be recording a song with this stunning girl, who happened to also have a genuinely kick ass voice. I smiled a little and tucked my hands behind my head.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.

Chapter 3
Meg’s POV

I knew that the guys Donny and I had met in the elevator sounded familiar, but at the time I couldn’t place their voices. I had been too nervous to even stop and take a second to think about it. I personally was into Paramore and 3oh!3, you know bands with a sort of edge and deeper meaning to the lyrics. That didn’t mean that I wasn’t extremely excited to be recording a song with the one and only, JONAS BROTHERS. I might not be the biggest JoBro fan, but I was sure as hell going to enjoy the next few weeks.

The very day after I met the guys, Donny was driving me back to the studio to do some brainstorming with the guys. I could tell that Donny was not at all happy about leaving me alone and with three guys nonetheless. I was a bit nervous about it myself because Donny had been my eyes since the day I became blind. I was constantly holding his hand so that I wouldn’t feel lost.

Like right now, Donny was holding my hand as he was driving. No one but Mrs. Dean and Phil knew that I was blind and I wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. As far as I was concerned, I could do nearly everything for myself so why did anyone ever have to know that I couldn’t see. I listened carefully as the car came to a stop and Donny killed the engine.

“Be careful Megs, alright? Call me when you’re done,” he said gently and then he reluctantly released my hand. I gave him a small smile and opened my door, stepping out completely alone. I had taken careful count of the number of steps that it took to get me from the car to the front desk, where Mrs. Dean said she would be waiting for me. 63 steps. I pushed open the door on the 37th step. When I finally reached the front desk, I took a minute to run my fingers over the desk as inconspicuously as possible.

“Meg! so good to see you!” Mrs. Dean said as she looped her arm around mine. I smiled widely. She had really begun to grow on me.

“Today is about getting to know the guys and brainstorming music ideas,” Mrs. Dean said in her chipper and excited voice. We stopped abruptly and Mrs. Dean turned me slightly.

“Alright, there is a couch about twenty steps in where no one is sitting. Nick and Kevin are on chairs at the opposite side of the room and Joe is sitting in the center of the room with his guitar,” she said, dropping her voice to just above a whisper. I nodded and went through all the information again in my head. I gave Mrs. Dean a nod, put on a smile, and pushed open the door.

“Hey guys,” I said and I was greeted by all three of them. As Mrs. Dean had said, the couch was 21 steps from the door. I slid on it, hoping I looked casual and coordinated. I listened for a few minutes to the sounds of guys playing.

“So, Meg, tell us a little about yourself,” Kevin said from the other side of the room. I took a small breath and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Um…well I’m 18 and I live with my brother, Donny and his girlfriend, Rebecca. I love singing…” I said lamely. Well what else were they expecting? It wasn’t as if I was going to give them my whole life story.

“Where are your parents?”’ nick asked and then I heard his soft footsteps as he walked to the far corner of the room.

“My parents got divorced when I was seven, and Donny and I lived with my dad. Five, years later, dad died in a car crash. So it’s been me and Donny ever since,” I said giving them the basic, abridged version of events. Joe stopped strumming his guitar and I knew all three of them were giving me sympathetic looks so I dismissed them with a wave of my and.

“I’m so sorry-“ Joe began, but I held up my hand to stop him. I didn’t need anyone’s pity for anything of the crap that has happened in my life.

“Can we just, get on with the song,” I said. I didn’t want to talk about myself anymore. I heard a creak and then a long sigh, and I knew that the guys were finally ready to talk music.

“Well, what kind of songs do you write?” Joe said his voice a little closer this time. I had to stop myself from flinching instinctively. I didn’t really like being physically close to anyone unless I was either with Donny or dancing. You can’t really dance without brushing against someone one way or another. Any physical contact, other than dancing, was a bit too intimate for me. I shifted in my seat a little and brought my legs up on the couch.

“I’ll play you the one I’ve been working on,” I said and then held out my hand to Joe. A few seconds later, the familiar feel of the guitar’s neck connected with my outstretched hand. I took firm hold and pull the guitar into my lap. I strummed a few chords to try and get used to the foreign guitar before I plunged into the song that I had been writing the day of the auditions. I hadn’t completely finished it yet and it was still a little sketchy in some parts, but overall it was a pretty decent song.

“You wrote that?” Nick asked when I finished. I gave a short nod in response.

“That was really great. Do you think we could use that one?” Kevin said and his voice moved closer to me too. I was willing to bet that the guys were now all on the floor in front of me.

“I guess. I mean, if you want to…” I said hesitantly. It was a bit weird to have someone want to sing a song that I had actually written. Someone started strumming a bass guitar along to the beat of my song. I counted a rhythm in my head and then joined in on my guitar. I didn’t realize how great the song sounded until just then. I smiled to myself and I stopped playing. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I’d been holding and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. It was a nervous habit of mine. The couch shifted underneath me and I felt the heat of another body next to me.

“It’s a really amazing song, Meg,” Joe said next to me. I just nodded a little. I suddenly had the urge to hold someone’s hand, particularly Donny’s, that way I didn’t feel so completely lost. This was going to be one extremely long day.

Five Hours Later
Joe’s POV

“Can we get something to eat, I am starving,” Meg said as she flopped down on the couch. Her voice was a little hoarse because the four of us had been running vocals and playing all different kinds of instruments since we got here. Meg’s voice was amazing and pure, yet there was something else to it. It was as if she poured her soul into every thing that she sang, and that just made her sound that much better.

“Do you like burgers?” Kevin asked as he picked up the phone in the studio.

“Hellz yea. Could you get me warm tea too? My throat’s a little sore,” she mumbled into the cushions. I smiled a little to myself. I loved when girls ate something besides salad. I found it really attractive.

Keep it in your pants man. You have a girlfriend, one part of my brain said to me.

Yeah a girlfriend who hates my family, has an attitude problem and is way too territorial, a bigger, louder part of my brain shouted. I wanted to listen to this part of my brain so badly, but even thinking about it made me feel a little guilty. I sank on to the couch next to Meg and pulled her feet on my lap. It was a friendly enough gesture and simply because I just wanted to make her comfortable. She was lying on her stomach so from this angle I got a really good look at her backside in the black leggings she was wearing.

“Joe, can you please stop staring at my ass?” Meg said into the pillow and Nick roared with laughter. I turned my head away, a little embarrassed. How had she even known that? Kevin called downstairs and told them what to send to us for lunch. None of us really felt like going anywhere in case we got a sudden epiphany about the song.

Meg groaned into the pillow and then turned her head towards the inside of the couch. I watched her silently as she ran her left hand over the fabric there and hummed to herself quietly. I leaned forward and picked Meg’s phone off of the table where she had set it down about two hours ago. She must have felt me move because she turned in my direction and stared at me.

“Joe, what are you doing?” Meg asked me softly, a small smile playing on her perfect lips.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m putting our numbers into your phone.” No sooner than the words had left my mouth that Meg frowned and a crease formed in the middle of her forehead. I had to physically stop myself from reaching out and smoothing that crease with my fingertips. That sent the two sides of my mind into battle with each other.

Joe, you’ve fallen for another beauty. She’s probably just as shallow as every other female artist you’ve dated, the rational side of my brain told me.

Will you shut up and leave him alone. The girl is gorgeous, talented, and amazingly nice. Of course he’s going to fall for her, the other and better side of my brain told me.

Meg was lying flat on her back now and her eyes were roaming the ceiling. She laid her arm over her forehead and hummed a quiet tune. Soon, I actually began to understand what song she was singing, and smiled a little to myself. It was That’s Just The Way We Roll, one of our songs.

“Meg, I didn’t know you were a fan,” Nick said as he propped his legs on the table. Meg laughed a little before answering.

“Well, in all honesty, I’m not a huge fan, but I do like that song a lot,” she said. She went back to humming the song. Other than the sound of her humming, we all sat in silence too tired really to even try and make conversation with one another. I rested my hand on her knee and smiled a little when she didn’t push me off. Nick rolled his eyes at me so I flipped him off.

There was a soft knock at the door and Mrs. Dean stepped in, pushing a cart full of food. The smell of hamburgers made my stomach begin to growl loudly. Mrs. Dean parked the cart by the wall. I gently picked up Meg’s legs so I could go get food. Meg let out a soft groan.

“Sit there, I’ll get your food,” I called to her.

“Joe, I think I love you right now,” she mumbled as Mrs. Dean sat in the available swivel chair.

“So how’s the brainstorming going?” Mrs. Dean said.

“Amazing, we already have the song and the basic melody,” Nick said in between bites of hamburger.

“Ketchup or mustard?” I called to Meg, who had finally sat up.

“The works,” she said simply as she ran her fingers through her slightly messy hair. It was sticking up a little on the side but I don’t think she noticed or cared. I picked up the burgers and her thermos full of lemon tea and went over to sit by her. Meg held out her hands so I put a burger in one and the thermos in the other.

“You guys seem to be making excellent progress,” Mrs. Dean said as her eyes ran over Meg quickly, though Meg didn’t notice at all. She was too busy eating her burger.

“What time is it,” Kevin said. I picked up my phone from the table and unlocked it. There was a message from Camille which I ignored.

“4:47,” I said before setting the phone back on the table. I would talk to Cam later, much, much later.

“Could we maybe call it a day?” Meg asked after a long swing of tea.

“It’s fine with me. I didn’t expect you all to get so much done in one day,” Mrs. Dean said. The guys and I just nodded in agreement.

“Maybe we could do something together?” I asked hopefully and looked at Meg. She had stopped chewing and was staring into her lap.

“Um…no sorry. I have to make dinner tonight. It’s my turn,” she said a little lamely. There was something else going on here, but I couldn’t think what it could be. Meg ate the rest of her burger in total silence. Mrs. Dean was glancing at her every five seconds.

“Well, I should get back before Phil starts to wonder where I am,” Mrs. Dean said pushing herself off of the chair and then straightened out her skirt. She walked over and rested her hand briefly on Meg’s shoulder before walking out. Meg let out a long breath of air.

“Has anyone seen my phone” Meg said suddenly and began looking in the sofa cushions. I went to help her when I spotted it on the table. I smiled to myself and picked it up.

“It was right here, calm down,” I said as I put it on her lap. Meg picked it up and turned it over in her hands.

“Geez, you’re a blind bat. It was right in front of your face the whole time,” Nick joked and Meg frowned deeply.

I guess it’s too early in this friendship to be teasing her, I thought to myself. Meg dialed a number and put the phone to her ear.

“Hey Donny, can you come and get me. No, everything’s fine – okay – right where you dropped me off this morning. Thanks Donny. love you,” meg said as I sat listening to her intently. She fanned herself and then stood up, tucking her phone into her back pocket.

“Alright guys, I’m heading out,” Meg said. My heart dropped a little.

“Do you guys mind walking me downstairs?” she asked quietly, almost like she was afraid that we’d say no.

“Of course, Meg,” Kevin said, all smiles. I stood up next to her.

“Joe—No, Nick. Come here please,” Meg said. Nick bounced over to her in a heartbeat. She looped her arm around his before they began walking towards the door. Nick threw me a sly smile but I had no other choice but to follow them out.

“Not that I’m complaining at all, but why are you holding on to my arm?” Nick said as Kevin pressed the button for the elevator.

“I just wanted to walk out of here with a super hot guy,” Meg said and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” I said, a little bit offended. After all, I was the hot one. Meg spun her head around to look at me.

“Because, Joe, you were so checking out my butt back there and you had your hands all over me. I figured Nick should get a turn,” she said and then stuck her tongue out at me. We all walked into the elevator and I shot Meg a surprised look. Kevin roared with laughter. Nick clung onto her arm and at that point I realized that I wasn’t the only one that noticed how gorgeous she was.

“Joe, shut your mouth.,” Kevin said which brought me out of my dazed stupor. The elevator pinged on the 18th floor and the doors slid open, revealing a very pissed off Camille. I swallowed nervously as she stepped inside.

“Joe, where have you been?! I’ve been calling you for two hours and I’ve crawled through this whole building looking for you,” she said on the verge of hysterics, which meant she’d break down crying or start screaming. Nick rolled his eyes at the back of Cam’s head. Neither one of my brothers seemed to like her very much.

“Cam, I told you that my brothers and I were working on a duet with Meg all day today,” I tried explaining calmly. Cam turned and faced Meg, as if she was just noticing her presence. Meg smiled brightly and extended her right hand to Cam.

“Hi, I’m Megan Andrews,” Meg said, oblivious to the tension in the elevator and the death glare that she was getting from Cam. Cam shook her hand with two fingers and then wrinkled her nose in obvious disgust.

“Oh, so you’re the new face of Hollywood Records,” Cam said before tilting her head and examining Meg.

“You must have an amazing voice because they obviously didn’t pick you for your looks,” Cam remarked casually as the doors slid open on the first floor. Meg’s smile faltered and Nick slung his arm around her waist protectively.

“I’ll meet you at my place in one hour,” cam told me. She gave me a kiss that was longer and fiercer than one she should have used in public. She waved at the guys one last time before heading out of the building. I turned and saw Nick shoot daggers at Cam with his eyes and Kevin gave Meg a sympathetic look. Meg was tugging at her shirt and fixing her hair. I could tell that what Cam said had gotten to her a bit.

“Don’t listen to her, Meg, you’re gorgeous,” Kevin said, always being the good guy. Meg smiled a little as Nick steered her to the front doors.

“Look, there’s Donny,” I said, pointing out the glass doors. Donny was leaning against his cars and had his eyes focused on the building. Meg smiled widely and turned to us.

“Thanks guys. It was really great hanging with you today,” she said as nick scooped her up in a hug. Kevin hugged her too, and then she held her arms out to me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. it was a harmless, friendly hug. Meg’s hair smelled like strawberries, and I swear, I began to love strawberries right then and there.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Meg said. She pushed open the large glass doors.

“Don’t forget to text us,” Nick called after her.

“Donny!” Meg screamed as she broke into a sprint for him. Donny smiled and caught her in his arms when she launched herself at him. He hugged her and swung her around as if he hadn’t seen her in years. When he put her down, he helped her into the car before going over to the driver’s seat. I watched in silent amazement at their love and affection as they pulled away from the curb.

“She’s amazing,” Kevin breathed.

“She’s gorgeous,” nick said. I looked at both of my brothers and realized that they were under Meg’s spell too. I had some competition.

No you don’t. You have a girlfriend, my conscience whispered to me. I frowned a little because I knew it was right.

“We got to go,” I said,. The sound of my voice brought my brothers back to reality. Together we walked out of the back door.

Meg’s POV
Two hours later: The kitchen

“What am I going to do, Becky,” I practically screamed as I stormed into the kitchen. I knew our apartment well enough by now that I knew where everything was. I didn’t even need to count my steps as I plopped myself down at one of the stools by the island. The sound of chopping stopped and I listened to the soft click of metal against marble as Becky set down the knife.

“What happened, honey,” Becky asked me. She walked over to me, barely making a sound, and rested her hand on my shoulder.

“Joe gave me his number, well and His brothers’ numbers too…” I said. Becky chuckled beside me so I suppose she sat down.

“this is a problem. You have the numbers of three cute and talented guys. What will you do?” Becky said sarcastically. I shoved her lightly. When she put it like that, t did sound ridiculous.

“And one of them just texted me,” I said, giving her the crucial point to my whole speech. I held out my phone to her and placed it in her hands. That was the problem: you know, him TEXTING me and me being blind.

“It’s from Joe and it says ‘Are you actually making dinner or did you just not want to go out with us?’” Becky read aloud. I put my chin in my hand and smiled.

“What does that mean?” Becky asked. I sighed deeply.

“Well he…they asked me if I wanted to hang out with them and I told them I couldn’t because it was my turn to make dinner,” I explained.

“So you turned them down. Can I ask why?” Becky asked curiously. I thought of a quick excuse.

“I hate new places.” Becky laughed, the sound vibrating through the air.

“Meg, you love new places because it’s like an adventure for you. You told me yourself that it was one of the perks of being blind. So why did you really turn them down?” Sometimes I hated the fact that she knows me so well.

“I was too nervous,” I said quietly. Becky was silent for a while, as if she was carefully weighing my words. She knew I wasn’t one to get nervous over trivial things like this, so she was looking for a deeper meaning. Finally, Becky sighed and the table shifter slightly towards her. She was probably leaning on the table now.

“Alright, here is what we are going to do. You are going to tell me what to write, I’ll write it and read you whatever he says back. In the mean time, you’ll finish dinner. This way you weren’t completely lying to the Jonas,” Becky told me. I allowed myself a small smile, before pushing back the chair and walking over to the counter. I felt along it carefully until I brushed against the knife.

“finish cutting that carrot and then put it in the pot directly to your left,” Becky instructed. I nodded and grabbed a firm hold of the handle of the knife and began methodically cutting the carrots, which was actually a lot easier than it sounded.

“Tell Joe that I really had to cook dinner,” I said as I slowly slid the carrots into the pot. I listened to the soft clicking of the keys as Becky wrote message.

“Alright now add the broth. It’s to the right of where you are,” she said. I slowly placed the knife as far from me as possible and then ran my hand along the counter until it touched the box of broth. As I poured the broth in, Toxic by Britney Spears filled the kitchen. I waited patiently for Becky to open the message.

“’Oh so is that what you’re doing right now? Are you sure that’s the only reason you didn’t go?’” Becky read to me. I tucked a piece of air behind my ears.

“Just say yes to both,” I said and that was the routine: Becky gave me cooking directions, read me the text, then I’d respond to it and she’d type it for me.

When I was finally finished with dinner, I plopped down on the stool again and wiped back my moist bangs. Cooking was a really sweaty job. I had managed to successfully make vegetable soup, and I also had a two hour long conversation with Joe through texts.

“’Can I call you in like ten minutes? My girlfriend is complaining that I’m not giving her any attention’” Becky read out. I banged my head against the marble island. “Sure…” I groaned and listened to the soft clicking of the keys.

“He has a girlfriend?” Becky asked after she had set my phone down on the table with a soft thud. I picked my head up slowly.

“Yea, Camille Belle,” I said with disgust.

“Uh oh, what happened?” Becky asked. I took a slow breath and recounted my brief interaction with Ms. Belle. When I finished, Becky scoffed loudly.

“Oh please, do not listen to her. Meg, you are so gorgeous. You wouldn’t believe the looks that guys give you when you go out,” Becky said with a serious tone in her voice. I reached up a hand and touched my face. I used my fingertips to try and make out what I looked like. I tried to picture myself as pretty as Becky and the Jonas told me I was, but my fingers kept finding imperfections on my face. I slammed my hands down on the table in frustration. This was one of those times that being blind absolutely sucked to the highest degree.

Let It Rock blasted in the kitchen and I knew that I was getting a phone call. Becky put the phone in my hands gently, because we both already knew who it was. I pressed a button and put the phone up to my ear.

“Hey,” I said unsteadily.

“Hey Meg, it’s Joe,” he said as though it wasn’t totally obvious. I involuntarily rolled my eyes.

“I was calling to ask if you wanted to come hang at our house tomorrow after we are finished at the studio,” Joe asked me smoothly. My heat began to speed up and I could practically hear it beating in my ears.

“Say yes!” Becky hissed quietly. She had obviously been listening in.

“Mom’s making lasagna!” Nick called from the other end. I drummed my fingers on the table trying to decide. I did love lasagna…

“Please Meg?” Joe asked quietly. I clenched my fist and nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Yea, that sounds great,” I said finally. Joe let out a long breath.

“Great, so we’ll take you right after studio time. So I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” Joe asked quickly. He actually sounded excited so I smiled a little.

“Alright Joe, bye,” I said and waited until I hear the click that meant he had hung up. I set the phone down on the table a groaned. Tomorrow was going to be horrible. I mean I was excited because I was getting to go to a new place, but I was oddly nervous about it. Going to their house meant meeting their parents, and I was suddenly afraid.

“We need to get you an outfit for tomorrow,” Becky said, breaking the silence in the room. I picked my head up and looked at her. Then, before I could say anything, we both began laughing uncontrollably. Of course that was what Becky was thinking about.

Well, knowing Becky, you’ll look great, I said as I tried to reassure myself, but a tightening in my chest let me know that it wasn’t working.

Chapter 4
Meg’s POV
Next Day

“Are you sure that I don’t look ridiculous?” I asked as I felt along the bottom of the skirt I was wearing. It was ruffled and came down to a little bit more than my mid-thigh.

“You definitely do not look ridiculous,” Becky said as she fixed my hair. I had let Becky dress me for today, and now I was kind of regretting it. Only she would insist that I wear a skirt.

“What am I wearing?” I asked, genuinely curious. I mean, I could feel all the fabrics and what not, but it would be nice to know the colors and if they actually looked…oh I don’t know, nice on me.

“Alright, you have a white tank top with a red tank top layered on top, a ruffled black skirt that shows off your amazing legs, and your knee high black and red checkered converse. You look stunning,” Becky said as she finished lacing up my sneakers. I ran a hand over my smooth thighs, which Becky had made me get waxed today. I swear that girl was going to the death of me.

“Meg, are you …. oh hell no,” Donny said as he walked into my room. Becky stopped fiddling with my skirt, and then it got really quiet.

“You are definitely not wearing that out of this apartment. Are you crazy?” Donny said sternly, but I could hear that he was joking just a tiny bit.

“She’s staying with the Jonases after rehearsal today and she looks nice,” Becky insisted and I listened as she walked over to him.

“Well she could look nice in sweatpants and a long sleeved sweatshirt…with a hood,” Donny laughed. Donny let out an “oof” and I imagined that Becky had hit him on his chest.

“She’s going to wear this and you’re just going to drive her over to the studio and shut up about it. Besides, she’s wearing shorts underneath,” Becky said strictly. I stifled a laugh. Becky was slightly scary when she was like this.

“Fine, but I want to know if any of those boys hit on you. I will crush them,” Donny stated and I just rolled my eyes. I was positive that I didn’t look that good.

However, half an hour later when I walked into the recording studio, all I got was this.

“Oh”

“My”

“God.”

Alright, so it’s possible that I did look that good. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear nervously. I wasn’t used to getting so much attention. I sat down on the couch carefully.

“I thought I should wear something nice to go hang with you guys,” I said uncertainly.

“You look great,” Nick breathed out. One of them walked over and sat down next to me. My money was on Joe.

“You really do, Meg,” Joe said softly to me. What did I say? I’m practically a psychic. I shifted slightly in my seat and rubbed my hand against my exposed thigh. I would probably be more embarrassed with this minimal amount of clothing if I actually saw what I looked like, but that was another perk of being blind. I didn’t need to worry about trying hard to look good. I just kind of showed up places just looking like me.

“Alright, are you guys done looking at me so that we can get down to business?” I said and I could feel a blush rise in my cheeks. I was hoping that the guys wouldn’t notice. No such luck.

“Aw, look she’s blushing!” Nick cried and all the guys erupted into laughs. I swatted Joe, because he was the closest one.

“Damn Meg, that really hurt,” Joe whined. I just stuck my tongue out at him and took a couple of pieces of paper out of my bag. I unfolded them to reveal the guitar notes that I had written out for the song yesterday.

“Now…I had the best idea for the song…” So five hours later, all four of us sat crammed on to the couch, completely wiped out. I had my head resting against Joe’s shoulder and my leg brushing against … Nick. Well, I was pretty sure it was Nick. The guy ran a finger up my sneaker and onto my exposed skin. Oh yeah, it was definitely Nick. Someone’s phone started ringing loudly, blasting music loudly to fill the room. I groaned and covered my ears, trying to block out the noise.

“Make it stop,” I whined and I was grateful when it did.

“Hey Mom,” Kevin said into the phone. I sighed in relief and fixed the position of my head on Joe’s shoulder. Joe casually twirled a piece of my hair in his fingers, and the action all most made me want to fall asleep.

“We have to get going guys,” Kevin said, startling me from my half-asleep state. I sighed deeply and sat up, carefully straightening out my skirt as I did. I turned to the guys with a kind of half-smile.

“So who’s going to escort me out of the building today?” I said. The couch creaked slightly as all three guys shot up out of their seats.

“I will,” they said together. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and thought for a second.

“Well Nick got to escort me yesterday, and Joe, you have a girlfriend so that leaves…Kevin!” I said. Kevin wrapped my arm around his and led me towards what I hoped was the door. Nick let out a disappointed sigh, and I listened as someone ran up to me.

“Why couldn’t I do it?” Joe whined into my ear. I laughed slightly as the elevator dinged on our floor and we stepped inside.

“Because Joe, you have a girlfriend who apparently hates me. I’m pretty sure Danielle would understand that Kevin and I are just friends,” I said simply. Danielle was Kevin’s girlfriend, and I’d never actually met her but I was positive that she was way nicer than Camille.

I counted the seconds softly until the elevator pinged on the lobby floor, exactly 37 seconds, and then seven seconds after I heard the doors slid open. Kevin was leading me away from all the commotion in the front lobby, which meant that the guys had opted to take the back way out of the studio. After a long day at the studio, it’s understandable that they guys didn’t want to be mobbed by their fans. Someone opened a door and a cool breeze blew threw my hair. I heard the sound of a car engine nearby.

“Hey Big Rob,” Kevin said from next to me and he released my arm. I halted abruptly and someone bumped into me from behind. I stumbled forward and someone else grabbed my arm to keep me from falling forward.

“I’m sorry,” Nick said from behind me. That meant Joe had stopped me from falling.

“It’s alright, I shouldn’t have stopped so suddenly. Thanks Joe,” I said as I turned to him. He laughed deeply and guided me over to the car. I knew this because the engine sound got louder and louder.

“Meg, meet Big Rob, our security guard,” Joe said from next to me. I stuck out my right hand for him to shake, so I was completely unprepared for the size of the arms that engulfed me in a hug. They were huge, and bulky, and I was pretty sure that he could have snapped me in two.

“Nice to meet you. The guys have been talking about you nonstop,” Big Rob said as he finally released me from his death grip. I rocked back on my heels and smiled. I liked Big Rob’s voice. There was something safe and secure about it. Finally we all piled into the car, and I ended up getting stuck between Joe and Nick….again. Nick was a bit of a perv I was just learning. He kept running his hand up my leg and every time I’d smack him, he’d laugh. I ran my hand subtly along the leather interior of the car.

I wonder what type of car this is? I thought to myself. Only I would be concerned with something as trivial as that while I sat in the car with the teenage heartthrobs of America. Typical me.

“Nick, can you try and keep your hands to yourself?” I cried fifteen minutes later when I had to remove Nick’s roaming hand from my legs for the seventh time.

“Sorry, it’s just you….and that outfit…” Nick said hesitantly. I slapped his arm hard and smirked when he gave a sharp yelp of pain.

“Nick, have some manners please,” Kevin scolded from the passenger seat. I leaned closer to Joe just to keep away from Nick. What is it with teenage boys and their raging hormones?

“You think you can control yourself around mom?” Joe asked Nick as the car came to a halt. Someone killed the engine and all four doors were opened. I was relieved when Joe pulled me out after him and tugged me along. Someone pressed the doorbell because I could just make out its muffled ring. Fifty four seconds later, the door popped open.

“Hello boys, and Meg, it’s so nice to see you again!” Mrs. Jonas said as she pulled me up into a giant hug. Geez, this family was definitely the warm and welcoming type. Before I knew it, I was being lead inside the house with Mrs. Jonas rambling in my ear.

“You look so pretty. Oh, I am so glad you came over! Do you like lasagna? I made a ton.” I smiled to myself. She was so nice to me, as if she had known me my entire life. I was seated at a stool, in the kitchen…I think. Well it definitely smelled like the kitchen at least, so that was my best bet. I felt someone tug at the edge of my skirt so I turned in their direction.

“Hi, I’m Frankie. What’s your name?” the small and innocent voice asked me. I smiled immensely. I love kids. Frankie was the Bonus Jonas…cute right?

“I’m Meg,” I said and Frankie hugged me tightly around my waist. For a little kid, he sure was strong. He practically knocked all the wind out of me. I guess this whole family liked hugging people. I had to admit, I found it a bit . . . strange.

“You smell nice, and you’re really pretty. I like your converse. They are so cool. You know my brothers have been talking about you ever since they met you. Do you wanna play hide and seek?” Frankie said quickly. It sounded like he had had his fair amount of sugar before we got here. I smiled at him.

“Sure, that sounds fun,” I said, but inside I was a bit nervous. I wonder how difficult it would be to play hide and seek . . . well I had amazing hearing so that should count for something.

“You count to thirty and I’ll go hide okay?” Frankie said and then his footsteps ran off. Mrs. Jonas laughed from the other side of the kitchen.

“You’ll have to excuse him, he’s just excited to meet you,” she said and I heard as something scrapped the bottom of the metal pan.

“It’s not a problem, Mrs. Jonas,” I assured her, and it really wasn’t. I loved little kids, as previously stated, and Frankie had the cutest voice I’d ever heard.

“Please call me Denise.” I’d finally managed to find Frankie like five minutes later. See, I told you my amazing hearing ability would help me out. Though having Nick help me kind of gave me some leverage… =]

“Okay you go hide now!” Frankie said and then he was off again. That kid had an endless amount of energy. I was getting tired just listening to the sound of his footsteps.

I felt my way to the staircase and then clung to the wooden banister. Maybe I could hide in like the bathroom or something like that. I ran my hand along the wall and it made contact with a doorknob. I opened the door as quietly as possible and snuck in, shutting it gently behind me.

An overpowering, yet pleasant smell, overtook me. It shocked me that it smelled like…Joe.

“Um…can I help you?” someone said from behind me and I jumped. I spun around quickly and pressed myself against the door. Wait, that voice was familiar … Joe. I let out a slow breath and then got pretty pissed at myself. I hadn’t heard anyone when I first got in here.

“Sorry, I was just playing hide-and-seek with Frankie and I just came in here to hide, but I didn’t know this was your…” Room. Holy crap I was in Joe Jonas’s bedroom. I was living the dream of nearly every girl in America. Even though I couldn’t see it, I blushed at the thought of being in the room where Joe slept, and got dressed, and undressed . . .

Stop those thoughts right now!, my mind cried. However, the idea was clearly embedded in my head. I heard the bed creaked and his footsteps got closer to me. I tensed up instinctively, but relax when he guided me gently. He sat me down on the floor, so I looked up at him. The bed creaked as Joe got back on it, and I realized what he was doing. He was hiding me on the side of his bed, because I had said I was playing hide-and-seek with Frankie.

“So this is your room?” I asked, quietly. It was pretty unnerving to be sitting in silence.

Well dur, he just told you that stupid.

“Yeah, sorry it’s such a mess, but I didn’t know I was going to have an unexpected visitor,” he said, and I laughed. Well I didn’t really care, seeing as how the mess was invisible to me.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl up here unless I was trying to get into her pants,” Joe joked. I laughed again, but I really thought about that statement. Did Joe not want to get in my pants?

Oh my God, you want Joe to get in your pants!

No! I was just thinking, what he said and I mean he obviously didn’t bring me up here. I just kind came right on in.

Yea, yea, yea. All I hear is blah blah blah Joe in my pants blah blah blah.

Oh shut up.

Yeah, I had conversations with myself; it’s really not all that weird.

“So what are you doing?” I asked. I guess I was going to be the one to carry the conversation for now at least. I sat Indian-style, and made sure that my skirt wasn’t exposing anything I didn’t want it to.

“Writing a song,” he said simply. That’s Joe, ladies and gentlemen. Isn’t he just so articulate?

“Could I hear it?” I asked quietly. I was wondering if I should be asking him. I waited for a while, and I had thought he wasn’t going to until I heard the soft strumming of a guitar. Joe cleared his throat, almost nervously. I smiled to myself. I had made a Jonas Brother nervous.

Called you for the first time yesterday
Finally found a missing part of me
I felt so close but you were far away
Left me without anything to say

Now I’m speechless
Over the edge
I’m just breathless
I never thought that I would catch this
Lovebug again

Now I’m hopelessly
Head over heels in the moment
I never thought that I would get hit
by this Lovebug again

“And that’s all I’ve got so far,” Joe said abruptly.

“That was really good,” I said sincerely. The lyrics said “called you for the first time yesterday” and he called me yesterday. Was the song about me?

“So, was the song about. . . anyone in particular?” I asked uncertainly. My heart fluttered a little bit. “yeah…it’s about…Cam,” Joe said haltingly. My heart plummeted about twenty feet just then. Obviously he would write a song about his girlfriend.

Do you honestly believe that? Please tell me you’re not that dumb.

Again, shut up. The door was slammed open and I jumped up.

“Found you!” Frankie cried as he proceeded to drag me out of Joe’s room. Frankie was chatting excitedly about tag, but I had suddenly lost all interest in playing games.

Joe’s POV

Seconds after Frankie dragged Meg from my room, my two other very pissed off looking brothers walked in. Did my door have an “Open 24/7” sign on it that I didn’t know about? I mean I definitely wasn’t complaining hen Meg walked in…

Kevin shut the door behind him.

Oh crap, what did you do?

Nothing…I don’t think.

Bull, your brothers are giving you the evil eye because you did something.

Will you shut up?

Yeah, so I had conversations with myself; its really not that weird.

“I should ring your neck,” Nick said harshly.

What did I tell you?

Shut up.

“Want to tell us why you told Meg that you wrote the song for Cam?” Kevin said as he sat on the edge of my bed. I sighed deeply.

“Because it’s true,” I said plainly. Then I scratched my wrist. Nick jumped up and pointed at my wrist.

“You’re lying! You always scratch your wrist when you’re lying,” he cried. Damn, my brothers knew me way too well. I sat on my hands and glared at both of them.

“So what?” Just because it’s not about Cam doesn’t automatically mean it’s about Meg,” I retorted. Kevin rolled his eyes.

“You’re telling us that you’re not attracted to Meg?” Kevin asked.

“Of course I’, attracted to her. I’d have to be blind not to be, but I didn’t write a song for her.”

Just a song about her.

Exactly…

Meg’s POV

“Frankie, will you please let Meg relax? She’s known you for an hour and you’ve completely worn her out,” Denise said when I plopped down on the couch. It was true, Frankie and I had been playing nonstop since I got here. Frankie groaned and sat down on the couch next to me. He tugged at one of my curls and then rested his head on my lap. I sighed and ran my fingers gently through hid curly hair.

“Hey Meg,” Frankie whispered to me.

“Yeah Frankster?” I cooed and continued playing with his hair. At first, he didn’t say anything so I though he had fallen asleep.

“I know you can’t see,” he said in a tiny voice. I smirked inwardly.

“Really? And how is that?” I asked him.

“When we were playing hide-and-seek, a couple of times you walked right by me,” Frankie said. I stopped my methodic rubbing of his head.

“Are you blind?” Frankie whispered again.

“Yes.”

“Why are you blind?” I smiled and then went back to stroking his hair.

“Maybe someday I’ll tell you, Squirt,” I said slowly. Little kids were very observant. I had been with Frankie for one hour and he already knew my secret. his brothers, who I had spent two entire days with, were completely clueless.

“Meg,” Frankie said after a few minutes of silence.

“Hm?”

“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” I smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I know, Squirt. I know.”

Chapter 5
Meg’s POV

“Miss Andrews, you’re on in five,” a chipper voice told me. Jane, my hairstylist, was doing all sorts of things to my hair, most of which required a lot of tugging and hairspray.

“There, you look stunning,” Jane proclaimed as she finally put down her styling tools with a soft clunk. I stood up a bit unsteadily on my heels and smoothed out the miniskirt that Margaret had insisted I wear to my interview today.

yeah, I said interview…on national television no less. In the almost two months since I singed a contract with Hollywood records, the guys and I finished recording Weightless and its topped the singles chart since its release. I to fans, actual fans that sent me loads of fan mail and gifts.

“30 seconds, miss Andrews,” someone called to me. I blew out a sigh.

“Thank you so much. You are terrific,” I told Jane.

“Nonsense. Now you go out there and give them a kick ass interview,” she said, but just by the tone of her voice I could tell I had flattered her. Someone looped their arm around mine and began pulling me away.

“C’mon Helen Keller,” Nick teased softly in my ear. Nick found out that I was blind because apparently he had been listening into the conversation I had with Frankie. Nick thought it was pretty cool and he agreed not to tell anyone.

“Nick, Helen Keller was blind, deaf, and mute,” I pointed out. Nick roared with laughter.

“Well one out of three aint bad.” Sometimes I really hated Nick. I smacked him hard in the back of his head. We stopped by the edge of the stage I assumed. I ran a hand over myself.

“How do I look?” I asked Nick quietly.

“You look beautiful, as all ways,” Nick cooed in my ear. I felt a slight blush rise in my cheeks. I swatted him away playfully.

“Now, I’d like to welcome out Megan Andrews!” Ryan Seacrest’s voice called from on stage. Yes, the Ryan Seacrest was going to be interviewing me. I took a deep breath and then walked on stage, carefully counting my steps to my chair.

Five hours earlier Nick had helped me take count. So, 68 steps later I was sitting down next to Ryan.

“It’s so good to have you here,” Ryan said to me.

“It’s so good to be here, Ryan.” Politeness was the key. You never wanted to seem rude on your first interview. I fixed my hair and crossed my legs, waiting for my questions.

“So, Meg, how’s your life going? I mean two months ago you were just an average teen and now you have a number one single, and you’ve worked with the teen heartthrobs of America. it’s got to be exciting.” standard question that required a nice truthful answer.

“Oh definitely. I never imagined that I would get this amazing opportunity and I’m so thankful for everything that’s happened so far.” See, truthful and short.

“So, you’ve been working closely with the Jonas Brothers. Any love interests there?” Ryan asked. I heard mumbling in the audience as everyone awaited my answer.

“Well, all the guys are really nice and we’ve become really great friends—“

“Yeah, but are you romantically interested in any of them?” Rule number 2: When in doubt, lie.

“They are great guys, but no I’m not.” And the lies will set you free. I shifted in my seat and smiled out at the studio audience. This wasn’t so bad.

“So, Meg, the fans want to know: What’s one thing that nobody knows about you?” My smile wavered slightly. Out of the pan and into the fire right?

“I know how to read Braille.” Which is true. When I had first become blind, my doctors thought I should learn it.

“Wow, that’s really interesting, Meg. Now, I would like to invite some friends of yours out here. Nick, Joe, Kevin come on out guys!” I smiled brightly as the audience applauded the guys. All of them gave me a quick squeeze before sitting on the squeaky leather chairs.

“So, I’ve heard that Meg may be performing with you guys,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, our managers have been talking and Meg is coming on tour with us,” Kevin said. The audience clapped and cheered. All I could do was smile.

“She’s going to be our opening act,” Nick added.

“We are all just so excited,” Joe said and he squeezed my knee gently. At least I assumed it was him. He sounded like he was the closest one to me.

“It’s like a dream come true,” was all I could say at that moment because I was too focused on Joe’s hand resting on my knee.

“Well kids, you heard it here first. Hollywood’s up and coming star, Megan Andrews, is going on tour with the Jonas Brothers. Tickets and concert dates will be up by the end of the week,” Ryan said.

“Thank you guys for joining me today.”

“Thank you for having us,” the four of us chimed in. With a smile and a final wave at the audience, I was dragged of stage. I was swept up into a hug, a really big and suffocating hug.

“Guys, I saw you like three days ago,” I said when I was finally released. I was smiling widely anyway. I had discovered that the Jonas Brothers were the type of people that everyone just had to like. I know that I myself had a soft spot for the Jonas.

“Meg!” a squeaky voice shouted before I was tackled to the ground. That voice and the boundless amounts of energy…definitely Frankie. Someone helped me off of the floor and I struggled to regain my balance. Walking in heels was definitely something that I needed to perfect.

“I missed you! I love your song. Hey, do you want to play tag? I got a new action figure yesterday and I thought we could play with it. Oh, maybe you could come to our pool! Can she, mom, can she?!” Frankie said in one breath. No one should ever give this kid sugar. He was way too hyper without it, it would be like adding gasoline to a fire. All you get is a bigger fire.

“If she wants, Frankie. Why don’t you let Meg catch her breath for a moment?” Denise said. It sounded like she was standing right next to me. Moments later I was pulled into another hug, probably by Denise.

“So do you want? To come, to our pool?” Joe asked me, almost hesitantly. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and debated what to do.

I loved swimming immensely. My mom used to say that I was part mermaid because I had spent nearly all my time in the water. I had not gone back into the water since I’d become blind and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to go back in now. I wasn’t sure that I even owned a bathing suit anymore.

“Please Meg,” Frankie begged. It was cruel really, how the littlest Jonas had so much control over me. Damn him and his cuteness!

“Sure, Frankie. Could, I bring Donny too? I mean I wouldn’t want to impose or anything, it’s just-“ I started.

“Of course! The more the merrier. Tell him that he can bring his girlfriend too. We are having a barbeque at our house in like two hours and there are loads of people coming. Demi, Selena, Miley, David, and Camille are supposed to be coming,” Denise rattled off. The corners of my mouth twitched in an involuntary frown.

Cam was coming … great.
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Later: Meg’s house

“Are you sure I don’t look stupid?” I asked Becky and I shifted uncomfortably in my bikini. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a bikini. Note to self: do not let Becky go swimsuit shopping for me ever again. Only she would come back with a string bikini she insisted looked amazing on me. I just felt really exposed even though I was wearing some type of summer dress over it.

“Of course. Meg, you are gorgeous no matter what you wear and red is definitely your color,” she said reassuringly from the front seat of the car. She was driving today and Donny was sitting in the back with me.

Oh…Donny…that was another issue in itself. He had not been too happy about the fact that we were going swimming with a bunch of people that he didn’t know. I’m pretty sure he was really nervous about letting me back into any kind of water after so much time had passed, especially since the last memory I had of swimming was not a pleasant one at all.

So Donny was currently trying to give me some kind of cold shoulder, which was really hard to do because I kept trying to hold his hand. Donny was the only person that I let hold my hand anymore because I trusted him with my life and he knew that. So for him to be refusing to hold my hand was really bothering me.

“Donny, I told you that I am going to be fine. Will you please talk to me?” I tried for the tenth time since we had gotten into the car. I slid my hand over to his side of the seat and tugged at the corner of his bathing suit. I used the most pathetically sad voice that I could muster. He let out a slow, steady sigh, and at first I thought that he was going to continue to ignore me. However, a few moments later, his large hand engulfed mine. I let go of a long breath that I had not known I had been holding.

“I know that you are going to be fine. You are a strong girl … a strong woman. Sometimes I forget that you are becoming my not-so-little sister,” Donny whispered quietly as he massaged my hand. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. In a way I was telling him that I would always be his little sister, no matter how big I got.

Becky cut the engine after she had parked. I gripped Donny’s hand tightly because persistent butterflies were pounding their wings inside my stomach. Donny laughed deeply and kissed the top of my head. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this anymore.

“C’mon,” Donny said gently and he pulled me out of the car after him. I had opted for flip flops for the barbeque because it seemed like appropriate footwear for whatever might happen later on in the day. Oh, and they were comfortable, much better than the heels that I had slipped out of almost immediately after the interview had ended.

“Are you ready?” Donny whispered to me as the three of us padded noisily to the front door. I felt him shift his weight and moments later I heard the doorbell ring. I pushed my bangs back nervously. Becky rubbed my shoulder sympathetically. I guess my nervousness showed a bit. The door flew open with a slight creak and music flowed out of the cool house.

“I’m so glad that you could make it!” Denise exclaimed as she shooed us inside and then dragged us into a hug.

“Everyone is out back. I just came in to get some more snacks,” Denise said. Donny was tugging me after him, hopefully to where there were people I knew. Becky offered to help Denise and the two of them launched into a conversation.

“Hello Donny, Meg, good to see you both,” Mr. Jonas, Paul, said as he shook both of our hands. Paul and Donny began light conversation and I felt like I was intruding on their guy bonding moment. I was debating what to do when arms slipped around my waist. The familiar scent of Jonas filled my senses as I was dragged away from Donny, who didn’t seem to notice. Some hero he was.

“I am so glad that you came,” Nick whispered in my ear. I smiled and wiggled my way out of his arms. After I was all the way out, I realized that I had no idea where I was so I sort of needed Nick. So, against my better judgment, I slipped my hand into Nick’s.

“I’m glad that I came too. I’m a bit nervous though,” I admitted quietly to Nick. Because he’s Nick, he laughed.

“Of what? Spending the day with Disney kids? You are one of us now I hope you know.” Sometimes Nick was really dense. He was leading me somewhere though, and that somewhere was very noisy, a mixture of music and talking. I made out three voices that I recognized, Joe, Kevin, and Cam, and several others that I didn’t.

“Hey guys, Meg’s here,” Nick said as we stopped in front of the nosiest spot in the whole yard. These people could talk, and loudly. A chorus of “hey” and “hi” reached me. I offered up a bright smile and a wave of my hand. Then I was introduced to Demi, Selena, Miley and David. They all seemed pretty nice but I had come to learn that in the world of Disney, you had to watch your back because people were not always who they seemed to be. That didn’t mean I couldn’t be friendly with them.

Joe’s POV

Whoa.

I know.

Do you see what she is wearing?

Yeah I do, I’m sitting right here.

Dude, she is hot.

I know that too.

Wanna tell me why you are just sitting here, staring at her instead of, oh I dunno, talking to her…or kissing her…or showing her your bedroom again…

Because I have a girlfriend, I reminded myself regrettably. I turned to the supposed object of my affections, and away from the girl of my dreams. Life seemed so unfair.

Meg should wear a bikini everyday. I groaned and studied Meg as inconspicuously as I possibly could as she sat on the edge of our pool clad only in her red bikini. That bikini clung to her body like a second skin and highlighted her amazing figure. It should be illegal for someone to look that good wearing almost no clothing.

Imagine what she looks like without any clothes at all…

SHUT UP!, I screeched inwardly. I really shouldn’t be having these thoughts with my girlfriend sitting a few feet from me. It was just wrong, very, very wrong.

I narrowed my eyes as Nick went over to sit by Meg. He leaned in close and whispered something into her ear. I saw as her eyes widened and she giggled softly. Meg nodded her head slowly, as if she was unsure if she wanted to agree to whatever Nick had told her. Nick slid into the water and then reached up to Meg. She seemed a little afraid as she grasped Nick’s hand and slowly lowered herself into the water. When she was all the way in, Meg let out a small gasp followed by a huge smile. It was like she’d never been in a pool before.

“Hello, Joe…” someone said shaking me out of my daze. I tore my eyes away from Meg and Nick only to come face to face with Cam. Now don’t get me wrong, I liked Cam. She was gorgeous, and an amazing kisser … and gorgeous, but sometimes she was a bit controlling.

“Why are you staring at them so intensely?” Cam whispered harshly, and I could tell that I had done something wrong. I needed to fix this before it got too bad. Remember, the lies will set you free.

“I was just thinking about how amazing you would look in Meg’s bikini,” I tried out, and that seemed to be the right thing to say. Cam smirked and flipped her hair. She tilted her head to the side, making it completely obvious that she was examining Meg, only Meg didn’t seem to notice or care.

“You’re right. I would look way better in that bikini that Meg ever could. She’s way too fat to be wearing something that revealing,” Cam commented casually. I pressed my lips together and just nodded, saving myself from too much grief later.

Are you kidding me?! Meg looks amazing in that bikini and she is definitely not fat. You’re girlfriend must need glasses or something. It was true, Meg did look great and she wasn’t anywhere near fat, but contradicting Cam would mean I would be in a hell of a lot of trouble later.

Excuse me, but did I miss something? When exactly did Cam castrate you because you don’t have a single ounce of manhood in that body of yours!

“Meg looks great, what are you talking about?” Demi said as she slid into the seat next to me. Cam just rolled her eyes at Demi and didn’t even bother to answer her.

You should be ashamed. Demi can stand up to your girlfriend better than you can. Your brothers are right, you are a girl.

Can you shut up?

Save for Cam, everyone else seemed to like Meg a lot. Meg was someone you just had to like though. She was nice, easy to talk to, talented, smart, beautiful, creative, unique … wait I forgot what the point of my rant was. Oh right, Meg was just an all around amazing person.

“Yea, she’s one of those girls that bikini’s are made for,” Miley added. Cam shot Miley a look that said Say one more thing and I will not hesitate to strangle you. Miley cringed slightly under Cam’s gaze before turning back to Selena to continue their conversation. I turned my attention back to the pool, where Meg and Nick were locked in an intense game of keep away. A smile played on my lips and I stood up.

“Where are you going, babe?” Cam said to me. She tugged at the bottom of my swim trunks.

“For a swim,” I said simply, not even attempting to elaborate. Demi quickly stood up too and claimed that she was going to join me. Together, we walked towards the pool, which was a good thirty or so feet off. When the two of us were just out of earshot from where we had just left and the pool area, Demi stopped me.

“Hey, Joe, we are good friends right?” Demi started out. I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeah of course.” I mean obviously. Demi had done Camp Rock with the three of us and then joined us on tour. It would’ve been a bit weird if we weren’t friends at least.

“Then you wanna tell me why you haven’t told me that you’ve been crushing on Meg?” Demi said, dropping her voice to a whisper. She smirked at me and then folded her hands over her chest.

“I have not been crushing on-“

“Really, then why can’t you take your eyes off of her?” Demi retorted.

Busted.

Shut up.

“Okay so I have a teeny tiny crush on her…” I said uncertainly, as though I was trying to convince myself. Demi did not look convinced at all. I scratched my head and tried to look as innocent as I possibly could.

If teeny tiny now means that you love her immensely, then you’re right.

I don’t love her. Need I remind you I have a girlfriend.

Who you don’t even love that much anymore.

The one thing I hate about these conversations is that I am never right. Demi smirked at me and then began walking over to the pool again.

“Joe, Demi, good to see you guys joined us,” Nick said once we had both successfully gotten into the water. Meg flashed a smile before Nick pulled her over to him. My fists clenched involuntarily as I watched the two of them get along together.

They act just like a couple, don’t they?

Shut up.

Oh relax lover boy, I can tell that she doesn’t like him like that.

Really? Are you sure?

Why do you care so much anyway?

I don’t . . .I mean. . .

I know you too well.

“I would so school you in Marco Polo!” Nick said loudly. Apparently a whole conversation had transpired while I was talking to myself.

“Is that a challenge Nick?” Dem said. I smirked a little. This was going to get interesting.

“You know it babe. Game right now: Me and Meg against you and Joe,” Nick said. Meg’s smile broadened and she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the two of us to accept. Joe Jonas never backs down from a challenge.

“Fine. Losing team has to do whatever he winning team says for an entire week,” I added. I high-fived Demi and faced the other two.

“Okay, but I have to warn you, I have excellent hearing,” Meg commented casually. I gave her a smile. Joe Jonas never loses.

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25 minutes later

Okay so sometimes Joe Jonas loses. Nick and Meg had totally and completely destroyed me and Demi. Meg really did have amazing hearing. We barely had to make a noise and she already knew exactly where we were. That’s why, less than half an hour later, I was getting Meg a diet coke with lemon slices. Unfortunately, I am a man of my word. I was to obey Meg’s every whim for an entire week while Demi got Nick. I’m pretty sure I got off easier though.

“Your drink,” I said before handing Meg the glass and she smiled. Taking a small sip, she swished her feet around in the pool water. Meg’s legs looked even longer underwater.

“Sit with me,” she whispered and then patter a spot on the pool’s ledge. Well, I did have to do whatever she asked.

Oh like you don’t want to. I sat down next to Meg and slipped my own feet into the water. I looked really pale compared to her brown skin.

“Let’s play twenty questions,” Meg said suddenly. I shifted and smiled. This girl was so random, and it was really growing on me.

“What’s your scariest nightmare?” she asked after a long silence. She seemed to be really thinking about what to ask me. I decided I should try and be honest at least.

“I had a nightmare that I woke up bald.” Meg began laughing so hard that she almost choked on her soda. I was actually kind of afraid that she would die because she was coughing and laughing at the same time.

“Are you serious?” she finally managed to get out. Meg wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Yea. What? I thought it was really scary?” I said somewhat defensively. Meg giggled and I had to smile a bit. Her giggles were really cute.

“Okay well what’s your nightmare?” I challenged her. Any hint of laughter disappeared from her face and she looked down into her lap.

“My dad tells me that it’s my fault,” Meg whispered so low that I had to strain to hear her. She rubbed her palms against her thighs and let out a long sigh. A single, silent tear splashed onto her lap and she gazed up into the blue sky.

What is she talking about?

She needs you to listen, Joe.

Listen to what? I’m not even sure what she’s talking about.

I turned to look at her, and Meg was still staring out into space. Her eyes were searching for something unseen in the endless blue.

Should I ask her?

No, you just need to give Meg some time.

I sighed deeply and took this time to really study Meg. She really was stunning with the darkest brown eyes. Her hair was blowing softly in the gentle breeze, but she made no attempt to push them back. I think that was what was really amazing about her: Meg wasn’t one to dwell on looks. She was just genuinely really stunning.

“Do you like surfing?” Meg said suddenly. She closed her eyes tightly and brushed back her hair. I was a little weirded out by her random question, and then I remembered that we had actually been playing a game.

“I’ve never actually been . . .” I started and Meg gasped playfully.

“What? Are you serious? Well then we are definitely going to have to go really soon,” she said and then a smile formed on her face. It seemed the moment of awkwardness was past us. Now it was time for rapid fire questions.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Purple. Would you go skinny dipping?”

“Of course. What’s your middle name?”

“Bella. What’s yours?” I was a bit stunned that she didn’t know.

“Adam. How do you not know that?” Meg smirked at me.

“Contrary to popular belief, not everyone knows everything about you, Joe. Geez you have a big head,” she sighed and then shook her head. I pushed her playfully.

“I believe it’s your turn,” I said, and waited silently as she contemplated what question she was going to ask me. She tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear and drummed her hands on her knees.

“What kind of girls do you go for?” Now that definitely was not a question that I had expected from her. I scratched my head and contemplated what I could tell her.

“Well she has to be kind, funny, get along with my family, being pretty would be nice too, uhh … I like girls with green eyes and blonde hair, but lately brunettes have been growing on me,” I said and I threw her a sideways glance. Meg thought over what I said, but she didn’t look at me.

“Well obviously, I mean Cam is a brunette . . .” she said quietly.

Dear God, just tell the poor girl that she’s the kind of girl that you go for!

Are you kidding?! No way!

“Yeah . . .Cam’s a brunette,” I said just as quietly.

Yeah, too bad that besides that Cam is the kind of girl you don’t go for. She’s not kind, funny, and she definitely doesn’t get along with your family.

Yeah, but she’s pretty.

Joe . . .you’ve got a lot to learn about life, you know that?

“Meg! Meg!” Frankie shouted and then bounded over to her. He had something hidden behind his back and he slid down on the other side of her.

“I’ve got something for you,” he whispered, or well tried to whisper. He pulled out a single red rose from behind his back. Frankie took Meg’s right hand and placed the rose in it.

“Thank you so much, Frankie,” Meg said softly. She leaned over and kissed his cheek and a deep blush formed on Frankie’s cheeks. He smiled triumphantly and bounced away quickly.

“Joe, your brother is the sweetest thing,” Meg said. She closed her hand around the stem. Moments later though, she gasped sharply.

“Ow,” Meg said and opened her hand. One of the thorns on the rose’s stem had poked her and a small bead of blood was forming on her index finger. She went to put the tip of her finger in her mouth but I stopped her.

“Here, let me,” I said and gently put the tip of her finger in my mouth. I didn’t realize how intimate this small action was until five seconds after I had done it. Meg’s cheeks turned a very pretty shade of pink and she turned away from me.

Don’t you think that you’ve been sucking on her finger long enough?

I jumped in my skin and steadily took Meg’s finger away from my mouth. The warmth of her finger still lingered on my lips and I could taste her in my mouth.

“T-t-thank you,” Meg stuttered and rested her hand in her lap. I couldn’t help but smile a little bit.

“You stutter?” I asked, genuinely curious. Meg’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand, but the damage had already been done. My smile widened considerably.

“Only when I’m . . .n-nervous,” Meg said and she gulped nervously. I had uncovered a secret to the very complex person that was Megan Bella Andrews. It seemed that it could only get better from here.

Don’t look now Prince Charming but here comes the wicked witch of the west.

I turned around and saw Cam walking over to me with a blank expression on her face. My smile instantly faded and my stomach twisted into a tight knot. I knew that expression all too well, and it meant that I was in big trouble. Meg sat next to me, completely unaware of Cam.

“Joe, come on. I need you to take me to get some food,” Cam said sternly. Meg jumped and spun around as soon as Cam spoke. A sad expression crossed her face and she wrapped her arms around herself as if a chill had suddenly overtaken her.

Yeah, it’s because you’re girlfriend cold, heartless being walked over and ruined the moment.

She’s not cold and heartless… Yeah, not to you. “There’s food here,” I began but Cam shot me a glare that shut me up. I hesitantly stood up.

“But I can’t possibly eat anything here. It’s all greasy, fatty, and gross. I’m on a strict diet,” Cam insisted. Meg spun her head around quickly.

“The food is delicious. Denise is a wonderful cook,” Meg threw back. I had to stop myself from smiling at Meg’s nerve. Cam rolled her eyes.

“Well obviously you would know. You’ve done nothing but stuff your mouth since you got here. Just between me and you, honey, next time you want to wear a bikini, make sure you exercise beforehand,” Cam retorted harshly. Meg bit her lip hard and turned away. She placed a hand over her flat torso. It seemed that Cam’s comment had really stung her.

“Cam . . .just go and wait in the car,” I hissed and pointed towards the driveway. Cam gave me a strong kiss before skipping off happily in the direction of the car. I sighed and turned to Meg, who had pulled her knees up to her chest. I bent down and brought my lips close to her ear.

“Don’t listen to her, Meg. You are beautiful,” I said quietly, trying to reassure her. She smiled a little but didn’t say anything. I held her hand and pulled her up to me. In a moment of complete insanity, I pulled Meg into a hug, putting my arms firmly around her waist and dragging her close to me. I’m pretty sure she was a bit shocked because she let out an audible gasp.

After a few moments of hesitation, Meg wrapped her arms around my neck. She put a small, friendly kiss on my cheek before pulling away. “Thanks, Joe. I’ll see you later,” she said and then she put a good foot of space between us. It kind of stung a little, like she was avoiding me a bit.

She’s not stupid, she’s scared.

Of who? Cam?

Yea sort of. But that’s not all she’s afraid of.

Who else?

It’s not a who, and it’s not for me to tell. For now, just focus on being her friend.

“See you,” I said and, with one last smile and walked to my car.

Meg’s POV

Oh God, you are falling for Joe Jonas.

I don’t know. I know that I shouldn’t though.

Just because you shouldn’t, doesn’t mean that you won’t.

“Hey,” someone said from behind me. I spun around quickly. That voice was familiar . . .Demi. I sighed softly. I had gotten along really well with Demi. Actually, I had gotten along really well with everyone but Cam. Go figure.

“Hey Demi,” I said.

“So, how long have you liked Joe?” she said quietly and casually. My smile fell and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I d-don’t like Joe,” I said, but my stutter gave me away. Dammit. Demi laughed and rested her hand on my shoulder.

“Meg, it’s okay. I’m pretty sure Joe likes you, just be careful of Cam, alright?” Demi said very quietly. I nodded. Cam would definitely rip me apart if she even found out that I was thinking about Joe that way. It seemed that two months into my dream life, I already had one of Hollywood’s A-listers wanting to destroy me. I guess it can’t get too much worse from here. At least…I hope it doesn’t.

Chapter 6

“So are you hanging out with your guys today?” Becky asked me as I sipped on a chocolate chip frappuccino from Starbucks. It was about noon and Becky and I were just resting after four hours of nonstop shopping. Yes I said four hours. I’ve let Becky dress me and buy outfits for me for four hours.

You see Margaret, my stylist, has fallen in love with Becky’s style. Together the two of them have been dressing me for everything: interviews, performances, even just to go outside. This is why Margaret gave Becky the company credit card to shop for outfits for the tour.

“Well, we are just going to sit on the beach at about 3ish,” I said casually. A chocolate chip found its way up my straw and into my mouth. I twisted a chuck of my hair around my finger.

“Are you going to talk to Joe?” Becky said as she drummed her fingers on the table. I stuck my tongue out at her and shrugged.

You really need to just tell him.

So he can do what? Laugh at me?

He’s not going to laugh at you. I promise.

“So I’m thinking, to sit on the beach, you can wear your skinny jeans, black converse, and that black shirt that I got you at H&M.” Again, I shrugged. If it was up to me, I’d wear sweatpants and a T-shirt. I frowned when I had slurped up the last of my drink.

“Are you sure everything we bought today looked good on me?” I asked quietly while twirling the straw in my fingers.

“Of course. I’m pretty sure that it’s impossible for you to look bad in an outfit.” I rolled my eyes at Becky. I probably didn’t look good in several of those outfits. Becky cleared her throat nervously and her drumming stopped abruptly. the metal chair squeaked a little.

“Could I get a pair of sunglasses?” I asked Becky though all she did was clear her throat again. I raised my eyebrows and sat back in my chair. Long moments of silence passed between us. “Excuse me,” a slightly irritated voice said beside me and I had to stop myself from jumping in surprise. I guess I’d been so wrapped up in the conversation that I hadn’t heard anyone come up.

“Yes?” I asked innocently. Who could possibly have come up to me in the middle of the mall?

“My little girl and I have been standing here for a good ten minutes waiting for you to acknowledge us,” the voice said again in a slightly more pissed off tone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. What can I do for you two?” I said and smiled widely. There was a clank as something was put down on the table in front of me.

“You can sign my daughter’s CD.” Aw, a fan. I smiled more brightly. This was the first time that a fan had actually come up to me. I slowly slid my hand forward until I felt the pen and then pulled the CD towards me. I slowly signed the CD with my much practiced signature. Then I picked up the CD and held it up in the direction the voice had come from.

“Could you have at least signed it right side up?” A frown tugged at my lips and I tucked hair behind my ear.

“I’m sorry-“

“Forget it. C’mon sweetie.” I listened sadly to the sound of their footsteps moving away from me.

“Sorry I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know how to say it without it sounding weird,” Becky said nervously.

“No, its alright. I just feel bad for the little girl,” I assured her and I really did. It was the first time in a long time that I hated the fact that I was blind.

“Can we go home?” I said quietly. Becky patted my hand.

“Of course sweetie.”

Three Hours Later

“Okay, so you are wearing your black bikini under your clothes right?” Becky asked from the driver’s seat of the car.

“Yea, you helped me put it on,” I said bitterly. Becky had said that I needed to wear a bikini in case I wanted to swim. I ran my fingers through my hair and listened to the rumble of the car.

“Just making sure. Have a good time and call me if you need a ride back, okay?” she asked, sounding like the worried and caring mom that I never had.

”How do I know where they are?” I asked her. Did Becky forget that I couldn’t see? Moments later, there was a soft knock on my door.

“Hey Meg, hey Becky,” Nick said as the window lowered with a whirling sound. I actually found that sound really annoying. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Nick slyly slipped his hand into my own. I smiled a little, though I was surprised that I didn’t pull away.

“she’s in good hands,” nick called ass the car peeled away from the sidewalk. Nick started at a brisk walk, almost dragging me behind him. It probably looked ridiculous. The ground beneath me became soft and shifted under my weight. Well at least now I knew that we were at the beach. A few hundred yards in front of me, I heard Joe, Kevin and Demi. I hadn’t known that Demi was coming, but I was really glad that she did. I don’t think I could have handled all that testosterone by myself. I clung to Nick’s arm to keep myself from falling flat on my face.

“Hey Meg,” everyone said when Nick and I came to an abrupt stop. I smiled and gave a small wave. I was swept up in a massive hug by all four of them. What was it with these people and physical contact??

You liked that he hugged you yesterday.

Obviously, I mean . . .whoa wait?! What?!?!

Yeah, you love Joe! Hehe, it’s so cute.

I sat down on the soft earth, burying my hands in the sand.

“Tired?” Joe said and I could hear the suppressed laugh in his voice. I flipped him off and crossed my legs.

“I’m exhausted,” I said honestly and it was true. I had been going to interviews, photo shoots, shopping sprees and planning meetings for the upcoming tour everyday for the past week. I’m pretty sure that I’ve only had ten hours of sleep in total. Someone plopped down on either side of me and the ground trembled ever so slightly. The person on my right took my hand and held it firmly in theirs.

“it can be really stressful,” Joe cooed quietly. Apparently he was the one holding my hand. I was torn between wanting him to hold my hand or doing what I’d normally do, pull away. I decided to just bite my lip and not move.

“Is Cam coming?” Demi said from somewhere off to my right. Joe’s grip on my hand slackened.

“Yeah, she’s bringing Zac and Vanessa,” Joe said and then he cleared his throat awkwardly. As if on cue, I heard a car roar down and stop close by. The engine was cut and the door clicked open.

“Joey!” Cam cried and this time Joe dropped my hand like a hot potato. Instead Nick, who was sitting to my left, grabbed my hand. He squeezed it lightly and reassuringly.

“Hey Meg,” someone who was standing in front of me said. I looked up. That voice was male. It was deep and soft . . . and familiar. I reached out my right hand so that he could shake it. The hand that grasped mine was large and muscular with no calluses. All of the Jonas boys had calluses and the absence of them was disappointing.

“I’m Zac and this is Vanessa, but you already knew that,” Zac said. I reclaimed my hand and gave him a smile. Now I know why the voice sounded familiar. Becky had me listen to those High School Musical movies over and over again. She would flip out if she knew that I had met Zac Efron and Vanessa Ann Hudgens.

“Actually before I was signed on, I wasn’t a big Disney fan,” I said truthfully. Everyone said that honestly as my best trait. The two new comers gave a short laugh. Zac’s was throaty and rich while Vanessa’s was a little too high pitched for my ears to tolerate at the present moment.

“We brought some drinks,” Cam said smugly. I frowned a little. I sort of hoped that she meant soda or fruit punch, but then again this was Cam.

“What do you guys want? I’m the bartender of the night,” Zac said happily. He clapped his hands together like he was excited.

“Oh, I don’t really drink,” I said, which was basically the truth. Someone scoffed, probably Cam, and Vanessa gave a short laugh again.

“Fine then, you get to drive us back,” Cam sneered. I frowned deeply and my heart began pounding against my ribcage. Nick squeezed my hand again.

“I’ll drive,” he said and I gave a sigh of relief. There were times where I loved this boy a lot. That night I realized that the people everyone saw on TV were just masks.

That night I saw (okay well I heard) the real Disney stars, and I have to admit that it was very scary. Nick told me that they had drank their way through two bottles of vodka, three cases of beer and a bottle of wine. And apparently, that wasn’t even half of the amount of stuff that they had brought with them.

“You are r-really pwetty Meg,” Zac cooed in my ear. His breath had the overwhelming smell of beer. Just smelling it made my throat burn, but I swallowed hard and moved back a little.

“Thanks, Zac,” I muttered. His hand brushed my thigh and I flinched involuntarily. I slid back a little farther.

“How would you like to come back to my place?” Zac breathed in my ear. The mixture of the smell of alcohol and his scent had me a little dizzy. I shook my head slowly. I felt him inching closer, his body heat mingling with mine.

“Dude, back off,” Joe said and the next thing I knew cold air was touching my skin where Zac had just been. Joe had probably pushed him off of me. Someone touched my arm and I jumped. The smell of vodka now filled my nostrils. It was like someone had lit a fire in my throat. I wanted nothing more than to take a long swing of something right about now. That was the only way I would survive this night.

“You okay Meg? You’re shaking,” Joe whispered to me. I formed a fist in an attempt to stop shaking. I didn’t know what was wrong. I wasn’t even cold.

You know why, and you know you shouldn’t.

I’m not. I’m … I’m better than that.

I should hope so.

“I’m fine, Joe. I’m fine.” I was fine though, and now I was feeling the chill of the late afternoon wind on my skin. It had to be after six, if not seven already. Even from where I sat, I could hear the crashing of the waves against the shoreline. It was soothing, and took my mind off the intense alcohol scents that kept drifting to my nose.

“So, Meggie, how many guys have you bagged?” Vanessa said to me. She was relatively close to me, and obviously very drunk.

“What do you mean?” I asked, even though I’m pretty sure that I knew the answer. I was just hoping that it wasn’t what I thought it was.

“You know. How many guys have you slept with? I mean, you’re gorgeous so it must be a lot,” she said, long pauses between her sentences. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“None, I’m a virgin,” I said a little uncertainly. It sort of bothered me that we were having this conversation at all.

“You’re kidding me!”

“I’d like to be the first to tap that,” Zac said, and I realized that he was pretty close to me again. I stood up quickly and brushed the sand off of my jeans. Someone came up to me and put their arm around my shoulders. I was about to shrug them off when I caught Joe’s scent.

Joe=safety. He was good.

I wonder what else he’s good at.

Shut up. I’m not listening to you.

You should ask for a backrub. A naked backrub. He’s got strong hands because he’s a musician. I bet he could-

Oh God … I already said I don’t want to hear it.

“C’mon, Meg. Let’s take a walk,” Joe whispered to me. I nodded and then allowed him to steer me away from the group of drunken individuals. As we walked, the sound of the waves grew louder. I smiled a little. We were walking along the shore. I had to admit, it was one of my favorite things to do at the beach.

Yeah, you think it’s a real turn on.

Well…a little bit.

“Sorry about them. They get a little weird when they are drunk,” Joe said to me. The vodka was overpowering and dizzy.

“No, its fine,” I said. I rubbed my arm a little because now I was really feeling the breeze. It was nice to just walk with Joe, not talking about anything particular. It was the first time all day that I felt back in my element. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until then.

“Hey Joe?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever…I don’t know…get tired of being in the spotlight?” I asked quietly, as if uttering those words was some type of taboo. I guess, in a way, they sort of are. Joe laughed the sort of laugh that filled your ears and wrapped you up tightly.

“Honestly, sometimes it is tiring. The constant scrutiny can be really stressful, but at the end of the day I wouldn’t trade it for anything,” Joe said thoughtfully. I nodded and knitted my fingers together.

“Is something wrong, Meg? You seem really…quiet lately.”

“As opposed to what? Loud and obnoxious?” I teased him.

“You, never,” he said, his voice sending shivers up and down my spine. I blushed a little and turned away.

“Nothing’s really wrong. It’s just difficult, I guess,” I said, trying to find the right words to explain what I was feeling. I didn’t want to say I didn’t like it, because that definitely wouldn’t be true at all. There was a long silence, so long that I thought that Joe wasn’t going to say anything at all. When he finally did talk, there was a sort of darkness in his voice.

“It’s difficult for everyone, Meg. What makes you so different?” I stopped walking abruptly and promptly shrugged Joe’s arm off of my shoulders. I didn’t know what had just come over him, but it was a little…unnerving.

“W-what?” I said. I think it was the first time that Joe had ever been anything but happy and free-spirited with me.

“Nothing, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” I didn’t say anything and I didn’t move from my spot either. Joe let out a long frustrated sigh and then grabbed my hand gently.

“I’m sorry Meg. It’s just been a really long week. Forgive me?” Joe asked. How could I possibly say no to that amazing voice?

“I’ve got to admit, that was slightly borderline bipolar,” I said before falling back into step with Joe. He knitted his fingers through mine. I could feel the awkwardness evaporating from the atmosphere between us.

“Joey, come do some body shots with me!” Cam’s annoying voice called across the serene beach. I cringed instinctively.

“Yeah, babe, I’ll be right there,” Joe called back. He stopped and dropped my hand.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” Joe said and I nodded. I listened to his departing footsteps sadly. It felt as if we were connecting for a minute.

Until Miss. Fat-Ass called him over.

How do you even know she’s fat?

Um…well I don’t.

I ran my fingers through my hair.

I wish that Joe would stop leading you on already.

He’s not leadin-

“Hey there, sexy,” Zac said from somewhere close to my right. I spun in his direction. I smelled the beer as he walked closer to me.

“You are so beautiful, you know that? From the moment I met you, I wanted to get inside your tight, little pants…” Zac said as his voice came closer to me. I didn’t move back.

“Zac, you don’t…” My words were cut off when Zac’s lips crushed mine. They were warm and urgent, and tasted like Coor’s Light. I pulled back immediately, but I didn’t pull myself completely out of his grasp.

“You’re with Vanessa,” I said, more to myself than to him. I was a little dazed. I wondered if all Disney guys kissed like that?. Zac laughed.

“Publicity. I’m not really with her. The only reason Disney stars go out with other Disney stars is for publicity,” he said and then pressed his lips to mine. I pushed away hopefully.

“So Joe doesn’t really like Cam?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, he does. She’s not Disney property. He told me a few months ago that she might the one that he marries,” Zac said. My heart fell a bit and I stepped away.

Ouch.

“C’mon, sugar, I thought we were having fun,” Zac said. I backed away a little more.

“No, Zac, we weren’t,” I said and spun quickly around. I walked towards the smell of alcohol and the loud voices that I recognized as my friends … well most of them were my friends.

“Hey Meg,” Nick said to me as I was walking closer and closer to the group. They were all extremely loud when they were drunk. I knew that I was shaking, I could feel it. I just didn’t know how to stop. Between the cold, Zac’s kiss, and finding out that Joe was actually in love with that witch, my nerves were completely shot.

“Are you alright?” Nick said, seriously this time. A few seconds later, someone was taking my arms in their hands.

“Y-yeah, I’m f-fine,” I said and I claimed my arms back from him. I wasn’t in the mood for talking out my feelings, and I truthfully didn’t feel all that well anymore. I was feeling off, very off. Someone brushed back my hair and caressed my cheek softly.

“Nick, don’t please,” I pleaded. I didn’t want to be touched. This whole night, this whole week had made me sick to my stomach. I shouldn’t care so much about Joe and what he does. What is he to me anyway? A friend, a fellow musician.

A guy that you seem to really care about.

Yeah, I think he is.

Whoa, I think you just admitted that you have feelings for Joe Jonas.

“Meg, are you sure? You look kind of pale,” Nick said. I nodded.

“She’s sick because she saw your face Jonas,” a very drunk Demi called out to me.

“That’s very unlikely, trust me,” Nick called back. We both laughed at our little inside joke.

“Can we go get a sweater? I’m freezing,” I asked Nick quietly. He squeezed my hand gently and started walking. I was enjoying the calm and serenity of the entire beach, until I heard a very disturbing sound. There was moaning and heavy breathing, and every once in a while I could hear someone mumbling. We turned and then came to a complete stop. Directly in front of us, I could her Joe and Cam moaning together. Now that’s a sight I’m glad I couldn’t see.

“Oh God, guys get a room,” Nick spat in utter disgust. Immediately the groaning stopped and my ears were very thankful.

“Get out of here,” Cam shouted at us and again I flinched. There was definitely something about her that bothered me. I noticed that Joe was oddly silent, and if I didn’t know any better I’d say he was a bit embarrassed. It’s not everyday that your brother and your friend catch you having a hot and heavy make out session with your girlfriend. At least I hope that all they were doing was making out.

“Oh shut up. Meg just needs a sweater. She isn’t feeling too well,” Nick said and then he released my hand. I stood there awkwardly and wondered what he could be doing.

“So what?” Cam hissed.

“Are you okay?” Joe asked me, with pure concern in his voice. I wanted to spit in his face and tell him to shut up, but it was like I was putty in his strong hands. The thing was, most of the time, I don’t even mind that much. I gave him a short nod. A cool hand touched my forehead and I jumped.

“You feel a little warm,” Joe said decisively, and then pulled his hand away. The spot where it had rested against my forehead still burned.

“Here, I got you a sweater,” Nick said finally as he slipped the sweater on to me. I snuggled it thankfully and then Nick reclaimed my hand. I was ready to get as far away from these two as was humanly possible.

“Joe . . . I’ll see you later,” Nick said in a way that told me that he had wanted to say something else. We walked away quickly. I was hoping that if they returned to whatever they were doing that I would be far enough away so as to not hear it. An even higher hope was that they wouldn’t return to it at all.

“I don’t even want to know what they were doing,” I said miserably to Nick.

“Be glad that you didn’t see it. I need to wash my eyes out,” Nick said and I frowned a little. If I could see anything, I think I’d be really happy. This whole experience had made me extremely thirsty. Something about hearing the guy you might have feelings for hooking up with a girl in the parking lot makes me crave Dr. Pepper.

“Can we go get a drink?” I asked Nick and he quickly changed directions. Within seconds, I could hear Vanessa and Demi being their loud and obnoxiously drunk selves. They were going to have one hell of a hang over tomorrow.

“Hey Meg, you’re with the wrong Jonas. The one that you’re in love with just went to the van with Cam!” Vanessa shouted loudly. I just rolled my eyes as we slowed. I rested myself lightly on the wood table that apparently separated Demi and Vanessa from me and Nick.

“Pass me a Dr. Pepper,” I said to the two of them. Something was slammed down on the table and skidded over to me.

“Here ya go,” Demi said to me and then the two of them burst out in drunken laughter.

“We just walked in on Joe and Cam having a fricking make out session in the parking lot,” Nick said, and Vanessa and Demi quickly shut up. I just picked up the soda and popped the can open, listening to the fizzing of the highly carbonated soda.

“Aw babe, I’m sorry,” Demi said in a somewhat stable voice. She knew what a big thing this was to me, and so, apparently, did Vanessa.

“Baby doll, don’t even think about him. Joe Jonas doesn’t know what he’s missing. You have ten times the talent and kindness that Cam does, and even more amazing looks,” Vanessa assured me and then she squeezed my hand. She sat back and the chair squeaked a little.

“You know what I do when Zac goes home with a girl? I just drink. Drinking puts everything into perspective,” Vanessa said again and then something was slammed down on the table.

“Having a swing on that,” Demi said and I heard a cup being scrapped across the table towards me. I slid my hand out and it came in contact with a small shot glass. The smoothness of the perfectly curved object was welcomed on my fingertips.

“I don’t think I should-“

“You are drinking to forget that Joe is an ass,” Nick said. And I really was. I closed my eyes tightly, contemplating exactly what I should do. Time seemed to slow as I came to a decision, one that I knew was what I wanted, not what everyone else wanted for me. I wrapped my fingers firmly around the shot glass and brought it to my lips. In one quick motion I down the glass, the vodka burning my throat on the way down. I squeezed my eyes shut again, savoring the magnificent taste. I slammed down my shot glass and allowed myself a small smile.

“I’ll take another one,” I said firmly and Vanessa and Demi cheered me on. So there I was, in the middle of a beach with a bunch of Disney stars in the beginning of the summer, drinking away the ass that was Joe Jonas.

18 months, 2 weeks and 3 days of being sober were down the drain now.

Chapter 7

I laughed hysterically and tried to walk towards Nick’s voice. I banged into a fallen stool on the way over. I scrambled blindly (weirdly accurate) toward the sound of Nick’s voice.

“H-h-hey Nick,” I stuttered. Trying to stand up and walk was a very bad idea. Walking drunk and blind was an even worse idea. I patted the pant leg of the nearest person, not even sure that it was Nick.

“Oh God, Meg, you are trashed,” a voice said to me. The voice didn’t belong to Nick . . . oh it was Joe. I frowned deeply and took a swing of the Peach Snapps bottle that Vanessa had given to me about an hour ago. It brought back very amazing memories.

“No I don’t want you,” I said unhappily and pushed away his leg. I took another swing of the bottle and attempted to scramble away when someone took a firm hold of my leg.

“I should get you home Meg. You are really drunk,” Joe said and he tried to pull me back to him. My drunken state prevented me from being able to successfully pry my leg out of his grasp. I was dragged gently back over to him.

“Joe, why d-d-don’t you go s-s-stick your tongue down C-Cam’s throat? I want to talk to your b-brot-thers. They actually give a d-d-damn about me,” I stammered. It was really hard to control my mouth when I was drunk. It was one of the bad things about me being drunk.

You shouldn’t be drunk at all. Donny is going to be so disappointed in you, I hope you know.

No he’s not …

Yeah he is. He helped you get clean the last time and now you just go and throw it back in his face.

You worry too much. It’s just one day. It’s not going to be an all the time thing.

That’s how it started last time and that’s why I worry. It’s like you have absolutely no control.

Bite me

Yeah that’s right. I am an articulate drunk.

“Meg, c’mon, just put down the bottle and we’ll get you home. It’s like past midnight,” Joe said to me and then pulled me closer to him. I swatted at him with my free hand, but I was too drunk and tired to actually fight him off. I sighed and rested my head on his chest. I took another gulp of my almost empty bottle and let out a sigh.

“Joe, you’re an idiot you know that,” I grumbled drunkenly.

“What?” Joe said to me and then he rested his hand on my shoulder. I flinched a little, but he didn’t move away.

“You and Cam,” I said and then took another drink from the bottle. It was the only thing that made sense the entire night. Joe shifted slightly so I sat up and tilted my head in his direction.

“She left like an hour ago, so how am I an idiot.”

“Forget it,” I said, and gulped down some more Peach Snapps. There was only about three more swings left in the bottle I discovered as I sloshed it around unhappily.

“No tell me.” His voice was so genuinely curious that it made me kind of gag.

“C-cam, she’s so mean to everyone. She hates your f-family, and me. She really hates me and I-I haven’t ever done anything to her. Yet y-you go around and y-your shove your t-tongue down her throat, like she’s not this terrible person. H-how can you do that? You’re so much better than that, and there are so m-many other girls that would be better …” I said. My drunken speech actually made tons of sense and it probably would have sounded more official if I hadn’t stuttered so many times. I touched the opening of the bottle to my lips but didn’t drink it yet.

“What are you like jealous?” Joe said. His voice was light and teasing.

“Yes, more than you know,” I said and then took a swing of the drink. This time it burned down my throat unpleasantly. I winced and waited for Joe to say something. Maybe I had been too open and now he was weirded out.

Whatever, it’s nothing the rest of this bottle can’t fix.

You’re unbelievable.

I was about to down the rest of the bottle when it was taken from my hands.

“Hey, what are you-“ Lips crashed over mine, silencing anything protests that I had been thinking about. Joe’s lips were passionate and urgent, and they were telling me so much more about him then he had ever said. I closed my eyes and threw myself into this kiss. Joe gently traced my lips, silently asking me for access, which I gave all too happily. His tongue tasted like vodka, really good vodka. It created a very interesting mixed drink in my mouth. I sat up on my knees to try and gain the advantage in this kissing war. My fingers were tangled in Joe’s hair, which was slightly wavy and damp. Joe had his arms firmly around my waist and they pulled me closer in to him.

Our breathing grew shallow and ragged, and the kiss became more and more passionate. I moved my hands down from his hair to his broad chest. It was so muscular under my hands. I felt like I was actually seeing Joe without, you know, seeing him. In the back of my mind, it bothered me that I would never get to see him, but I was too preoccupied at the current moment to do anything about it. Joe’s lips moved to my collarbone and I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut. He kissed his way back up my neck, stopping at the soft space right by my jaw. His lips came over mine again, this time they were soft and sweet.

Then, all of a sudden, his lips were gone, as were his arms. That threw off my balance and I landed softly on the sand with an “oof”.

“Oh God, what am I doing? I’m with Cam,” Joe said miserably. There was real regret in his voice and it stung me more than I knew it should.

“Joe, it’s-“

“No, Meg, just don’t okay? That should never have happened. I didn’t want to kiss you, it just happened. I am so sorry,” Joe said in a tone that was supposed to comfort me. While moments ago I had been vulnerable and filled with emotion, now I just put up my strong front. I forced my swollen lips into a thin, tight line and turned away from Joe.

“Give me back my bottle,” I said harshly and held out my left hand.

“Meg, don’t you think you’ve had enough. Please,” Joe begged me. I didn’t back down.

“Joe, you’re not my brother, and you’re definitely not my dad. I’m not even sure what you are. What I do know is that you obviously feel regret over kissing me so what I want from you is my damn bottle. Then I want you to get as far away from me as humanly possible,” I hissed at him. There were a few moments of hesitation, but then the bottle was given back to me. I listened to Joe’s soft footsteps as he walked away without another word to me. I drank the last tiny sip of the bottle. There wasn’t nearly enough in there to numb my feelings. I’d have to find a way back to all the drinks. I could take three more beers and another shot of tequila before I had just reached my limit.

“Meg, you okay?” Nick’s voice said from behind me and I jumped, sending the empty bottle flying.

“Jesus, Nick, do not do that to me,” I said angrily and then ran my fingers through my hair. My hands were sweaty and my face was really cold.

“Did you finish this whole thing?” Nick asked me. He had probably picked up the bottle after it fell. I rolled my eyes at him, but didn’t answer. It was obvious enough. There was a grunt as Nick sat down next to me.

“Want to tell me what happened with you and Joe? I mean I saw the whole making out like crazy thing, but he said something that made you angry afterwards,” Nick said. This kid was too damn observant for his own good.

“Well he kissed me and then he told me that he couldn’t because he was with Cam. Joe said that he didn’t want to kiss me,” I said as I pulled my knees closer to my chest. Nick caught my hand in his. “He’s lying, I know that and you should know that,” Nick said, trying to reassure me. I gave out a long sigh and rested my head on his shoulder.

“I need some more to drink,” I said and Nick stiffened under me.

“Meg, you’ve had enough.” I sat up and glared at him.

“What is it with everyone trying to be my dad today? Geez, I already had one thank, and I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t have cared,” I said and pulled my hand out of Nick’s grasp.

“Meg, I’m not trying to be your dad. I’m trying to be your friend, and as your friend I’m saying that you’ve had enough to drink. It’s not good to drink so much you’re first time, believe me,” Nick said quietly. I rolled my eyes.

“Oh Nick, this is definitely not my first time, and this is no where near as much as I used to drink,” I said. Being drunk meant that my mouth would just run without my approval.

“You serious?” Nick asked me.

“Dead serious.” I felt like I shouldn’t lie to Nick. Beside Donny and Becky, Nick knew me better than anyone else. friendships can’t be based on lies.

“Megan Andrews, you are one complex and crazy girl.” I smiled a little and rested my head on Nick’s shoulder again.

Tell me something I don’t know.

Tell me something I don’t know.

Joe’s POV

You’re an idiot.

I know.

You hurt her feelings.

I know.

She’s probably never going to forgive you. Did you see her face?

I KNOW.

Well as long as you’re aware of the consequences of your actions.

I hated that Meg was mad at me, and I hated the fact that I didn’t feel as much regret as I should. I have a girlfriend for Christ’s sakes, yet a couple of minutes ago I was swapping spit with Meg.

That was way more than swapping spit. That kiss was better than any kiss that you’ve ever had.

It was pretty good…

No, chocolate ice cream is pretty good. Tom Cruise’s acting is pretty good. Meg’s kiss was WAY better than pretty good.

I took a sip of the beer that I had in my hand, the one that I had been holding for a little over an hour now. I hadn’t even seen Meg since our kiss. I knew that she would be angry at me, and I’m not sure that I could deal with that. My emotions were all out of whack so talking to her was probably not the best option. Someone sat down next to me on the sand, and I looked up to see Nick eyeing me suspiciously. I sighed and rest the beer bottle on the sand by my leg.

“Don’t say it,” I said to him quietly. Nick laughed a little.

“Well at least you know that what you did was totally not cool. Meg’s pretty pissed,” Nick said and I groaned.

“At me?”

“No, surprisingly, at herself,” Nick sighed and rubbed his hands together. I turned to him and raised my eyebrow.

“Well you see, she blames herself for trusting you, for thinking that you actually liked her,” Nick explained. I groaned again. Of course she would be mad at herself. That was Meg. That was what she does. It’s who she is and at that moment it infuriated me. She should be angry and hate me. That would make things that much better.

“I do like her,” I said simply. Then Nick did something totally uncalled for: he picked up his left hand and smacked me in the back of my head. I flinched and glared at him. Nick was surprisingly strong.

“So then why the hell did you tell her that you didn’t want to kiss her!” Nick shouted and everyone turned to stare at us. Nick was too fricking loud for his own good.

“Because I’m … confused about my feelings towards Meg and Cam,” I said. Nick rolled his eyes at me and looked dead ahead.

“Look, as your brother I’m going to try and be supportive on what ever decision you make. I have to tell you though, I cannot stand Cam. I feel that Meg is a much better choice, but hey that’s just me,” Nick said. That had to be the most unhelpful advice that I’ve ever been given. Nick stood up and wiped off the back of his pants.

“I’m a bit jealous of you though. If you would just see and heard the way that Meg thinks of you. I wish for just half of that,” Nick mumbled to me. I was taken a bit off guard and I couldn’t think of a response as he walked away from me. “

"Dude! You cannot leave me with just that,” I called out after him. My brother simply raised his hand, telling me that he had heard me, and continued walking back towards the car.

What the hell?

Hey, I don’t know. He’s your brother.

I looked down at my beer again, millions of thoughts running through my mind. All of them seemed to surround Meg. That girl had definitely changed something in me. The bottle was cool in my hand, and it seemed to be the only sure thing at the present moment.

How do I show her that I care?

You need to make a few tweaks to yourself and your attitude.

I nodded to myself. I did need a few changes in my life. I gripped the beer bottle tightly and turned it upside down, watching triumphantly as the beer spilled over the sand.

And that’s just the beginning.

Meg’s POV

I walked along the beach, and by walked I mean that every few feet I stumbled and had to get back up to continue. I heard the waves crashing over the sand to my right, and I was aware enough to stay away from the water.

Drunk me + ocean = really bad consequences.

Wow, I’m surprised that you can still function, much less do some sort of math.

Go away.

Not until you tell me what the hell happened with you and Joe.

Joe is a jerk.

That’s not telling me what happened.

You know what, you’re annoying.

I stumbled again and landed in the soft sand. I didn’t have enough drive to try and continue stumbling so I just sat there for a little while. My head was pounding and I knew that I was going to have one hell of a hangover later.

“Meg, are you alright?” a voice said from behind me. My senses were so dull that I didn’t even jump at the sound of the voice, Kevin’s voice. At least he wasn’t the Jonas I was avoiding.

“Y-yeah, I’m just peachy,” I stuttered slightly, and the hiccupped. I bet I looked like an absolute wreck.

“You don’t sound peachy,” Kevin said and I could practically hear the smile in his voice. I swatted at him, and my hand actually made contact with skin. I let out a very long sigh and didn’t say anything for the longest time. The cold are rolling off of the Pacific Ocean was causing shivers to run down my spine.

“I want to go home,” I said suddenly and then dragged my knees up to my chest.

“Okay, c’mon. I’ll drive you back. It’s time that we get going anyway,” Kevin said before placing his hand on my back. He helped me into a standing position, though I had to lean on him a bit. A wave of dizziness settled over my body and I had to rely on Kevin to steer me back to the car. It was extremely nice, walking side by side in mutual silence. Though I think I would have appreciated it more if I wasn’t completely stoned. Kevin had his arm wrapped protectively around me, and I realized that all the Jonas boys had a particularly nice smell about them.

Like Joe?

My foot caught on something and it would have sent me sprawling forward if Kevin hadn’t had a firm grip on my arm.

“Watch out. Are you blind or something?” Kevin remarked casually and I heard him chuckle. I yanked my arm out of his grip and clenched my fists.

“Yea, actually,” I hissed before stomping off. Now what was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just be one of those silent drunks?

“Wait, what?” Kevin stammered, his voice coming closer to me. I tried to walk a little more quickly without falling over.

Just stop talking.

“Haven’t you been wondering why I seem to never look you in the eyes? Why I seemed to be zoned out all the time?” I said and continued walking. My mouth was running on autopilot apparently.

“I just thought that was what you did,” Kevin said uncertainly. I stopped walking altogether and tilted my head in the direction that his voice had come from.

“God, you guys are so thick. Your little brother figured it out the very first day he met me,” I laughed. There were long moments of silence between us. My body tensed up and I ground my teeth together.

“Don’t wave you hand in front of my freaking face,” I hissed before walking away, though more slowly than I intended.

“How did you know-“ Kevin started guiltily.

“It’s what everyone seems to do when they find out: Becky, Margaret, Jane, Mrs. Dean…” I said simply.

“She knows?” Kevin said, the shock evident in his voice.

“Of course she knows. Did you think I kept it a freaking secret from her?” I hissed. I wobbled a little and slowed down some more.

“You’re really blind?” Kevin asked so quietly and innocently that I stopped walking completely. Against my better judgment, I nodded.

“Don’t tell Joe,” I managed to get out. Kevin’s strong hand gripped my shoulder.

“I won’t. Don’t worry,” he assured me. I breathed a little easier and then allowed him to lead me to the car.

Joe’s POV

Well this explains a lot.

Demi’s POV

Holy crap. I knew there was something different about her.

Cam’s POV

I come back for my phone and instead I get a front page scoop.

Vanessa’s POV

Okay, who drank the tequila??

You did.

OH yea! Now I remember.

S.O.S. Bass Tab

idlthem — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:34:21 CST

Jonas Brothers Bas Tabs - S.O.S.

Tuning: standard bass line was really catchy and it's pretty hard to hear it but I got it.

Chorus G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|77777777-33333333----------555555-2h5-777777-7h10-333333-3h5--------0h2-555555|
E|------------------33333333-----------------------------------333333-----------|

G|-------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------|
A|0000000-0h2-33333333-----000-22-55555555-000000-0-2-3~-|
E|---------------------333-------------------------------|

Verse "So this is where the story ends"
G|------------5-5-3-------------5-5-3---9---9----7---7-------------------|
D|--5---5-------------5---5-------------------------------7---7----7---7-|
A|---------33----------------33-------7---7---55---5---------------------|
E|3---3-------------3---3------------------------------55---5---55---5---|

Chorus
G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|77777777-33333333----------555555-2h5-777777-7h10-333333-3h5--------0h2-555555|
E|------------------33333333-----------------------------------333333-----------|

G|-------------------------------------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------------------------------------|
A|0000000-0h2-33333333-----000-22-55555555-000000-0-2-33333333-|
E|---------------------333-------------------------------------|

Bridge
G|-----------------------------------------------|
D|-----------------------------------------------|
A|77777777-55555555-----------------22-3333333-5~|
E|-----------------5555555-355-3535--------------|

Breakdown (1:36)

G|------------------------------------------7--9---11--12|
D|12-1212-10-9-------------------55555555-0--0---0---0---|
A|-------------12----------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------|

Outro Chorus

G|-----------------------------------------|--------------------
D|-----------------------------------------|--------------------
A|-777777-7h10-333333-3h5--------0h2-555555|-----------333333-3h5
E|------------------------333333-----------|000-222-33-----------

G|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-------0h2-55555555-000000-0h2-33333333----000-22-55555555-000000-0-2h3~|
E|333333---------------------------------333------------------------------|

Joe Jonas

joejonaslover38 — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:43:41 CST

JOE JONAS♥

Joe Jonas Bio!
See Also: Jonas Brothers | Nick Jonas | Kevin Jonas

Full Name: Joseph Adam Jonas

Date of Birth: August 15th, 1989

Current Age: 20

Place of Birth: Casa Grande, Arizona

Nickname: Danger

Height: 5' 10"

Star Sign: Leo

Chinese Horoscope Sign: Snake

Nick name Mr.Danger/DJ Danger

Parents: Kevin (Sir.) and Denise Jonas

Siblings: Kevin (Jr.), Nick, and Frankie Jonas

Hobbies: Making,movies , jogging and working out

Instruments: Guitar, piano, percussion, tambourine

Favorite Food: Chicken cutlet sandwich w/ mayo

Favorite Color:blue

Noticefaction: Humorus sense, jokes, intend to fall, funny, flirts

Favorite Ice Cream: Chocolate Marshmallow

Favorite Sport: WiffelBall and Baseball

Joe Jonas Pictures | Joe Jonas Quotes | Joe Jonas Videos

Joe Jonas Facts:

Joe’s favorite pizza topping is BBQ chicken.
Joe’s favorite junk food snacks are mint and creme oreos.
Joe has three brothers named Kevin, Nick, and Frankie.
Joe’s favorite animal is a monkey.
Joe’s favorite Baby Bottle Pop flavor is strawberry.
Joe is homeschooled.
His favorite musician is Freddie Mercury.
Joe prefers tea over coffee.
Joe’s favorite cartoon character is Rocko from Rocko’s Modern Life.
Joe’s favorite ice cream topping is hot fudge.
If Joe were to leave the music world today and get a new profession, he would want to be a person who works at a zoo.
Joe’s major influences in music are Johnny Lang and a band called Thirsty Merc.
Joe would like to perform at The Hollywood Bowl and at Giants Stadium.
Joe’s favorite fast food place is In and Out Burger.
Joe’s favorite word is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
If Joe could be any animal in the world, he’d be a fierce lion.
If Joe could trade in his brothers for any other celebrities, he’d trade Kevin for Shakira and Nick for Beyonce.
Joe’s horoscope sign is Leo.
Joe prefers texting a girl than calling her.
Joe is Christian.
Faith is very important throughout Joe’s family.
Out of all the Jonas Brothers, Joe is the biggest ladies man.
Joe flirts with girls by giving them hugs and little nudges. And to let a girl know he likes them right away, he compliments her and smiles a lot.
His favorite board game is Monopoly.
His favorite holiday is Christmas.
Joe’s not afraid to let a girl know that he likes her.
Joe doesn’t really like coffee, but he does like some drinks at Starbucks. He likes their Strawberries and Creme Frappuccino and the Passion Tea Lemonade.
To be funny, when people ask about his purity ring he says that he’s married!
Out of his brothers, he is the loudest and the laziest.
He got his tambourine from Guitar Center.
His acoustic guitar is called the Black Pearl.
He once drove the tour bus and almost crashed it.
Joe has a white video iPod.
Joe’s most prized possession is his hair.
He loves running and soccer.
He uses Right Guard and Old Spice deodorants.
He is easily scared.
Joe has a Razor(cellphone) and sidekick and his ringtone is “That’s How I Beat Shaq” by Aaron Carter.
Joe uses a flat-iron and Evada Control Paste in his hair.
Joe listens to Beethoven before going to bed sometimes.
Joe’s Chinese Horoscope sign is a Snake.
On YouTube, Joe sometimes poses as DJ Danger.
Like his brothers Nick and Kevin, Joe wears a purity ring.
The Jonas Brothers’ song “Mandy”, is actually about a ex-girlfriend and best friend of Joe.
His favorite song is “Only Hope” by Switchfoot.
Joe’s favorite food is chicken cutlet sandwich with mayonnaise.
His favorite TV show is Boy Meets World.
Before being in the Jonas Brothers, he was back up vocalists with Kevin.
His favorite drink is orange Gatorade.
Along with his brothers, Joe had been part of the church choir.
He and the rest of the ‘Jonas Brothers’ are spokespeople for “Baby Bottle Pops”.
Favorite Actor is Jim Carrey.
Some of his favorite bands are Switchfoot and Copeland. He also loves the band, Team Hilario.
Favorite Actress is Natalie Portman.
According to his brothers, Joe takes forever in the shower, takes forever to get ready and the asks how he looks about four times.
His height is 5′10″ (1.78 cm).
Joe has black hair and brown eyes.
Joe’s favorite ice cream flavor is Chocolate Marshmellow
His favorite movies are Dumb and Dumber,Finding Never land and four feathers
His favorite sport is Wiffle Ball.
Joe once dated Amanda Michalka. They met while the Jonas Brothers were on tour with Aly and AJ.
His mom’s name is Denise Jonas and his dad’s name is Kevin Jonas Sr.
When Joe was younger, he was very attached to his Barney bank . And once his mom decided to get rid of it so she gave it to her friend to throw away, but Joe caught her and was like “Why do you have my Barney?”
Joe plays the keyboard, guitar, piano, and percussion (tambourine).
Some of Joe’s hobbies include jogging, working out and making movies.
His favorite color is blue
His favorite candy is Twix and Tootsie Rolls.
He owns a care bears pillow
Likes girls that like to stand out a bit
Has dated AJ (Aly and Aj) and Taylor Swift
Rumours says he broke up with Camille Belle
He got the drivers license .
Joe is a certified baby sitter, only in New Jersey
'Joe's favorite thing about school is his desk'
'Joe says if he went to college he would probably major in Theatre Arts'
'Joe's favorite historical era is the 1980's'
'In concert, Joe's favorite song to play is 'Still in Live With You
When Joe was 10, he once ran over his crush's mailbox with his bike (on accident)
Joe's toothbrush is yellow.
He wears Prada cologne
He is easily scared.
He once drove the tour bus and almost crashed it.
He's favorite song from the new album (LVATT) is Poison ivy
Joe’s bad habit is biting his nails
Joe love's to sing in the shower. Acorrding to the press, he sings burrning up, beause the waters so hot

Breaking the rules

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nickj4eva — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 12:40:22 CST

Kevin Jonas Bio

See Also: Jonas Brothers | Nick Jonas | Joe Jonas

Full Name: Paul Kevin Jonas II (Jr.)

Date of Birth: November 5th, 1987

Current Age: 22

Place of Birth: Teaneck, New Jersey

Height: 5'10"

Star Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Horoscope Sign: Rabbit

Parents: Kevin (Sr.) and Denise Jonas

Siblings: Joe, Nick, and Frankie Jonas

Status: Engaged to Danielle Deleasa

Hobbies: Playing guitar and bowling

Instruments: Guitar

Favorite Food: Sushi

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Ice Cream: Rocky Road

Favorite Sport: Pole Vaulting, Golf

Noticefaction: Talkative, Humorus, Dramatic, Romantic

Kevin Jonas Pictures | Kevin Jonas Videos | Kevin Jonas Quotes

Kevin Jonas Facts:
-Kevin is the oldest brother and son.

-Kevin plays lead guitar for the "Jonas Brothers".

-He's named after his father, Paul Kevin Sr.

-Kevin has graduated school (was home-schooled), but he’s not going to college yet.

-Kevin last attended school his sophomore year of high school.

-Kevin doesn’t have a favorite pizza topping, he likes plain cheese.

-His favorite foods are Sushi and Italian foods.

-When Kevin goes to Starbucks he orders a Mocha frappuccino (when it’s hot outside) or a Chai Latte: extra chai, no water and with skim milk.

-Kevin doesn’t like bananas, he can’t even stand the smell of them. Actually, Kevin is "allergic" to all fruits.

-Kevin has his driver’s license and owns a black-on-black Jeep.

-Kevin gets annoyed when other people try to tell him how to drive.

-Kevin’s bad habit is that he tends to leave clothes everywhere.

-Confidence is the first thing that Kevin notices in a girl.

-Kevin doesn’t like to wear a shirt more than twice.

-If there ever was a movie about his life, Kevin would want Paul Wall to play him.

-Kevin has unopened "Star Wars" figurines up in his family’s attic.

-Kevin’s most ticklish spot is his right side.

-Believe it or not, Kevin has skateboarding skills. He skateboarded in school once, after the school was closed and locked up for the night.

-Kevin can juggle and he can play ping-pong pretty well.

-Kevin’s favorite sport is pole-vaulting. He did it on his school’s track team and he said that it helped him make friends.

-Kevin is addicted to watching music videos in the morning while he eats his breakfast.

-Kevin can not go to sleep unless his bed is made first.

-If Kevin weren't a musician, he would be an astronaut.

-Kevin's first name is actually Paul. Kevin is his middle name.

-As a kid, Kevin did commercial at TV.

-He uses glasses, but both him and Joe mostly wear contacts.

-He's the only Jonas brother yet with a drivers license.

-He's often being dramatic, and quite funny.

-He likes boots.

-He's addicted to coffee.

-His biggest inspiration is his father.

-He and his brothers sang in chirch chorus as kids.

-He's a better Guitar Hero player than his younger brothers.

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BLACK KEYS: A Nick Jonas Story

Nicholas4Ever!!! — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:57:22 CST

BLACK KEYS: A Nick Jonas Story

By: Nicholas4Ever!!!
Category: Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Loss
Starring:
Nicholas Jonas
Joseph Jonas
Kevin Jonas II
Frankie Jonas
Maya Kibble (Nick's best friend)
IAmMrsJoeJonas4Life as Nicole Adams
FutureKevinJonas as Kasey Madison
!Music4EverKevinJ.! as Mallory Truscott
& my original character Miranda Grace
Summary:
Nicholas is mending a broken heart, and he begins to let everything get to him. He tries to break away from his family, unaware of how alone he'll feel. Just when everything is falling apart, he finds the biggest inspiration of his life.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. I don't know the Jonas Brothers, and I don't own any songs mentioned or quoted in this story. Please no rude comments! Thanks!! <3

"Black Keys"
She walks away,
the colors fade to gray, every precious moment's now a waste
she hits the gas, hoping it would pass, but the red light starts to flash
it's time to wait

And the black keys never looked so beautiful
and a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull
and the lights out
never had this bright a glow
and the black keys are showing me a world I never knew, no
...a world I never knew

She hates the sun
cause' it proves she's not alone
and the world does it revolve around her soul, no
she loves the sky cause it validates her pride
never lets them know when she is wrong...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter I:
Tell Me Why
Focus, I told myself, focus. I was sitting alone at the piano onstage, hours away from rehearsal. The lights were turned down and the stadium looked so empty now. I'd been trying to write a song, but so far, nothing was turning out the way it should. I just couldn't concentrate on music right now, that was for sure. I ran my hand through my dark curls; I shouldn't have even tried. As if anything could work out in my life... then someone called out my name. "Nick! What's up?" It was my brother, Joe. I didn't look up. Within minutes Joe was standing next to me, panting. "It's a long climb up here!" he said, nudging me cheerfully on the shoulder. I felt like saying something like "then why did you run" but I thought better of it. Sarcasm wouldn't help. I tried to smile. I'd been trying to smile for weeks. I was hoping no one would notice my half-smiles, or that I spent so much time alone. But somehow, everyone still knew what was going on. "You okay, buddy?" Joe sat down next to me at the piano. As soon as he sat down, I stood up. My brother was worried about me, just like everyone else was. "I'm good," I said, trying to sound confident. "When's rehearsal again?" Joe looked at his watch. "Three hours. We're gonna rock tonight!" I gave him a thumbs-up. Last week, Joe and I actually fought for the first time in years. It was my fault. He was trying to cheer me up, but I kept telling him that he didn't understand. I ended up yelling at him, and he responded. I left for that whole night. Joe and my oldest brother, Kevin, were both waiting up for me when I got home. Joe and I were just leaving it on the line now; neither of us wanted to apologize or talk about it. I felt sorry, though.

Chapter II:
Don't Speak a Word
The rehearsal for that night's show went smoothly. My brothers and I were on our first world tour, and I realized that I had to get my head in the game now. I was trying hard to concentrate on music, but I couldn't stop thinking about my mistakes. I'd fallen in love with the wrong girl. I believed her when she lied. I kept playing back all of our fights in my mind. I didn't want to say goodbye to her. I didn't want to let her go... a sudden loud noise from behind made me jump. I was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring into space, when my little brother, Frankie, started rehearsing drums without warning. That was the noise. After he was done with his 'solo,' I said, "Good job, Frankie," loudly. I still couldn't hear all that well. I walked out of the venue and into the parking lot, where the sun was beginning to set. It would be dark soon, and fans were already arriving. I pulled my baseball cap lower over my eyes. As I wandered around in circle, my thoughts were on the past. Why did I let such a big part of my life fall through the cracks? I walked over to my car, still parked behind our tourbus. I sat in the drivers seat for a moment, staring into the rearview mirror. Then, without thinking, I turned the key and pulled out of the parking lot. I drove slow for a while; I didn't know and didn't care where I was going. I felt the warm summer breeze caress my face. For the first time in weeks I could focus my thoughts on one place in time. I pulled up close to the park down the street. Ten minutes later I was sitting alone on a park bench watching fireflies in the trees around me. It wasn't so long ago that I had someone to sit beside me all night long without a care in the world. The lies felt better than the truth back then. But I saw everything differently now. I'd rather sit here alone than have to feel broken apart. I shook my head, as if that would clear the past from my mind's eye. I knew the truth almost too well now. Looking up into the night sky, stars twinkled down at me. I stared at the spot where the sky disappeared to nothing. It was a little like that in my mind; everything comes down to one memory... exactly what was happening right then. "What's going on?!" I cried out, although no one cared to listen. I held my head in my hands, frustrated with the world. I stood up and walked slowly back to my car. Suddenly a girl brushed past me on the narrow path. She was crying. I broke into a run to catch up with her. When I did, the girl looked up at me. She had beautiful green eyes. "Is everything okay?" I asked. The girl gave me half-smile. "It depends on what you'd call 'okay'... a lot happened at once, that's all." I looked down at my sneakers. I said quietly, "I know what that's like..." But then added, "Although it's difficult to understand what someone's going through unless you're going through it yourself. I should probably just listen."

Chapter III
Love Sick?
I'm guessing that my sweat short-circuits my brain whenever I happen to be nervous. Not that I'm nervous much... "Board games make me bored!" Sitting on this dumb bench in the middle of a public park with a complete stranger, and I'm laughing so hard I feel tears in my eyes. Luckily for me, the girl I was sitting with thought I was funny. "No, the beginning was the best part!" She laughed. "Considering you were a fourteen-year-old boy." I just frowned at her. She started to smile. "Nick, I'm kidding. You really are funny."
"Not many people actually laugh when I tell jokes," I admitted, quiet again. "Unless you count fake-laughing..."
"I think you just have a different sense of humor than everyone else."
I looked down at my feet again; 'different' or weird?
"Good different..."
"Where have I heard that before?" I said teasingly. "Don't try to impress me with lines from my own movies." We both smiled. I'd already gone through the embarrassment of talking to someone and then asking,"what's your name?" like an idiot. This girl seemed so much cooler than me, even though she looked just as humiliated as I felt. "Miranda," she said. Then she added, "Grace-- Miranda Grace." At least I could make her laugh. I ended up in a better mood, too. Then I looked at my watch. It was fifteen minutes until showtime! "I completely forgot, we're on at eight. I'm sorry, I have to go--" Miranda stood up with me. "It's okay," she said. "Go ahead. Have a good show!" I smiled and headed for my car. I rolled down the window and said, "Thank you for running into me."

Five minutes later I got back to the venue. I ran backstage, where I was immediately questioned by Kevin, Joe, and my dad. "Dude, where have you been?" Kevin asked. "You're so late!" I didn't have time to explain before I was rushed into the dressing room by Dad. "You have to hurry up and get changed! Let's go," he said. After I changed into my leather jacket and dark jeans, my brothers and I were escorted under the stage by Big Rob, our head of security. We took our places on the rising platform that brought us up to the stage. The stage manager handed my guitar over, and I heard the string section starting our intro above. I didn't have enough time to be nervous, because soon the spotlight was in my eyes and I heard Kevin playing the first few notes of our song "World War III..."

"Tonight I walked into the bedroom
You were visibly upset
Tellin' me I made a bad move
But I didn't do nothin'
You start screamin' wake the neighbors
Now everybody's out for blood

Didn't want no confrontation
Because of you that's what I've got
Well, you gotta chill out 'cause baby I don't wanna fight wit chyou
And every battle we fought just made us look like fools

No, you can't have a World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know, whoa oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Every time you attack
Doesn't drive me to fight you back
Then I know, whoa oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
World War III

Let me tell 'em--

Now you're rounding up your army
Turning all your troops on me
Telling lies just to feel happy
But I won't retaliate"

After the song, I let go of my guitar and did one of my aerial, no-handed cartwheels down a riser. I knew something went wrong the second my feet left the ground. I fell short and landed hard on my back. Joe saw me fall and tried to help me up, but I pushed him away. Walking off the stage in the middle of our show was not an option, so I shook it off and picked up my guitar. We played "Paranoid," "S.O.S," "Hold On," and "Poison Ivy" before we had a break. Our opening band, the Honor Society, took the stage for a few rounds. I walked backstage, where my mom started hugging me and asking me if I was okay. "Yes, Mom," I said quietly, trying not to obviously push her off. "I missed warm-up, that's why I couldn't nail the jump. No big deal."
"But Nick--"
"I'm fine, Mom. There's only four more songs to go. I'll be careful."
I'd just interrupted Mom. I'm gonna hear about this later...
I walked back out on stage, feeling adrenaline pumping through my body. The last songs in our set were "Fly With Me," "Much Better," "Burnin' Up," and "A Little Bit Longer." There was a short intermission before "A Little Bit Longer," so I could take my place at the piano under the stage. I started to play. With that song, every memory of the past year came back to me again. I thought about touring and my brothers, and about how much you can lose if you give up. And I thought about the girl who inspired "World War III." I felt my voice catch. One tear rolled down my cheek. But I kept playing, and at the end of my song I stood up and quietly thanked the audience. Joe and Kevin joined me to take our final bow, and when I got backstage, I knew what had to be done.

Chapter IV
Got Dynamite
(Special guest Demi Lovato)
As usual, the first thing I saw after the show was Nicole Adams and Mallory Truscott standing in the wings beside the stage. I watched Nicole fly into Joe's arms, and Kevin give Mallory a lazy high-five. Joe and Nicole had been dating since last year, when they'd met back in our neighborhood in Texas. She seemed like a nice girl to me, as if my opinions mattered to Joe these days. I was lost in my thoughts again, but I was jerked back to the moment when Frankie ran up to me. "Good job, Nick," he said. Then he got caught up in the 'after-show' excitement again. I just stood there outside the crowd, and I smiled. I actually felt tired after a performance, which was strange, since the last time I'd felt that way was right before I was diagnosed with diabetes. I was in some sort of fog. Joe and Kevin passed right by me, and I heard Kevin say, "Mallory and I are just friends. Don't call me names." I sighed and walked back to my dressing room. No one would notice I was gone. Halfway down the corridor, someone bumped into me... I looked up. It was Demi Lovato, and she had that big grin on her face again. "Demi! What are you doing here?!" I said suddenly. "No, I didn't mean it that way-- I'm glad you're here, but--" Demi laughed. "I know what you mean," she said. "No need to babble about it." I hugged her, still thinking she'd probably say "where's Joe??" in about five minutes. Joe and Demi were the perfect best friends, the ones that the media picked on, and it seemed like they'd done everything together. "So seriously, what are you doing here?" I asked her. Demi had already taken my arm and was steering me back towards the semi-party backstage. "I was going to fly in as a surprise, since I've been back in Chicago, but my plane got delayed so I only just got here. I hope you guys aren't mad at me!" She smiled.
"I'm not mad at you, but I can't say the same for Kevin. He hasn't hugged you in months."
"You've never been much of a hugger, Nick..."
"I must have personal-space issues, sorry," I said sarcastically. "But as far as big concerns go, that's on the bottom of my list." As soon as Demi walked backstage, everyone pulled her into a massive group-hug within seconds. Demi never went un-noticed, no matter where she was. That was just one more thing she had in common with Joe. I lingered in the doorway, watching my brothers. Whether we do a good job or not, we always make a point of celebrating after every show. Tonight was not the best night of my life, but I was still going to try and enjoy it. I'd never had so much go wrong during a show. But I knew it was my fault-- I was late, it was my mistake. Just as everything was running through my mind, someone bumped into me. "Who else is going to run into me tonight?!" I snapped. Looking down, I realized it was my best friend, Maya Kibble. "Oh, sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to say it that way." Maya smiled. "It's okay," she said. "You look upset about something... what's wrong?" Maya has been my best friend since I was about four or five years old, and this was the third time she'd come on tour with us. "I'm fine," I said. "I just have a lot on my mind." I looked straight into Maya's eyes, trying to determine whether she understood me. Silence... I kept my eyes locked on Maya's. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I shifted my gaze. "I was just... admiring your eyelashes. Nice," I said awkwardly. Maya nodded, unconvinced. Maybe I should just explain everything to her, I thought. She was my best friend, after all. Finally, Maya spoke up confidently. "Nick, you would not just make a stupid comment like that. What's up?" I smiled in what I thought was a sweet way. "Nothing's up, I promise." What happened to telling her the truth? I have no idea. Well, too late now. "Okay, so... " I said, smiling. "Awkward." Maya laughed.
"Seriously, Nick!"

Chapter V
Hollywood
It was 11:30 by the time we got back to our hotel. I jumped out of the car, closely followed by Mom. "Here," she said, handing me a suitcase and my guitar. I sighed a little. "I know you're tired, honey, so am I." Mom kissed my cheek. I flinched, and she wiped her own kiss off. She smiled at me. I half-smiled back. On the other hand, Joe still had plenty of energy. He clapped me on my back, nearly knocking me over. As he took off towards the hotel, I muttered, "Thanks a lot, bro." I walked across the dark parking lot, keeping my eyes on the black asphalt. When I reached the lobby, Kevin was holding the elevator for me. I ran over, not saying a word to my brother. "You okay, Nick?" That question again. I pretended not to hear him. "Nick? I asked--" "YES," I said through gritted teeth. "I am most certainly OKAY." Kevin opened his mouth to say more, but I gave him a sharp look. The elevator doors opened, and I quickly stepped out into the hallway. Then I stopped at our room. It was locked. "Kevin," I said blankly. "You have the key." Kevin caught up with me, and silently opened the door. I didn't even look at him when I stepped into the room I'd be sharing with Joe. I threw my stuff down, and walked over to the window, if only to stare angrily at the sky outside. I heard Kevin close the door behind me.

Thirty minutes later, feeling slightly calmer, I changed into my pajamas. I picked my guitar up off the floor, where I had carelessly thrown it. I closed the blinds, hoping they would shut the noise of the city out. I sat down on my bed. Just as I was wondering why I hadn't felt hungry until then, Joe entered the room. I glanced at him. He smiled briefly, but didn't say anything. I leaned back against my pillows, trying to relax. Then I remembered what was wrong. "Oh gosh," I said suddenly. I jumped up, and started ripping through my luggage. "What?" Joe said, concerned. "Just a minute--" I yelled over my shoulder, tearing through the contents of a duffel bag. I shoved it aside, starting to panic. Finally, upon finding my black carry-on, I sat down, relieved. I pulled out my blood sugar meter. "Nick," Joe said slowly. "How long has it been since you checked your blood sugar?" I sat completely still for a moment. "Like, seven hours," I said quietly. "But I mean... I'm sure it's fine." I took a deep breath. I wasn't at all sure it was fine. "Oh my God..." Joe said, more to himself than to me. Testing my blood sugar had become so routine to me, but today it was really far removed from my mind. With my brother watching from a distance, I pricked my finger. I bit my lip. Three numbers came up on my meter. "One hundred and fifty." I said, still quiet. I rubbed my forehead. "That's high, Nick..." Joe said. "I know it's high," I said harshly. Joe looked a little hurt, but I didn't care. "Mom," I said, louder. Joe and I exchanged glances.

(More soon! ~Peace, Love, JB~)

The small Nick

sweet0123 — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:00:45 CST

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You Belong With Me

gabrielajonas — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:34:45 CST

Title: You Belong With Me
By: GabrielaJonas
Category: Romance, Drama, Friendship
Summary: This is a story about a girl from Texas named Ella Hale. She has always been good childhood friends Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato. Due to her fathers job she has to leave her hometown and move to California. Ella catches up with her old best friends and soon realizes how difficult is to keep up with Hollywood. She falls in and out of love and becomes the subject every teen actor and actress's gossip. Will Ella be able to handle the new found fame?
Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction I made, none of the events happening in the story is true:(

Chapter ONE:

"I can't believe this is actually happening" I thought to myself as I finished packing. At first, I was extremely mad at my father for making us move away from my home of 14 years. I was going to miss all my friends, my school, and my family. After I thought it over for awhile I realized this could be a good thing! When I told Selena and Demi they were so excited! I missed them so much since they moved to California to chase their acting careers. Sure, they visited me every once and a while and we emailed each other almost everyday, but it wasn't the same. I was going to see them a lot more now, especially since I'd be living on the same street as them! "Ella! Eric! Are you ready yet?" my mom called from down stairs. "Yes mom! I'll be down there in a second!" I yelled back. "Hang on mom, just finishing!" I heard my brother call from his room. I took one last look at my room, grabbed my bags and headed for the truck. My dad packed my things along with Eric's and we hit the road.

Chapter TWO: I stepped out of the car and took a good look at the house. It was beautiful! Eric and I ran into the house to claim our rooms. I spent the rest of the day unpacking and decorating my room. I was waiting for Demi and Selena to get out of work because they promised they'd take me out for dinner. When I was all done I took a quick look around. My room looked great! It was already 6:20 when I got a text message from Selena: "HEYYYY! Me n Dems just got out. Heading home 2 change then pickin u up!" I smiled. Still the same Selena, always has to change into a new cute outfit. I got ready right away, I had picked my outfit out before I even started unpacking! As soon as I was done the doorbell rang and I practically fell down the stairs! Once i opened the door my two best friends in the whole world tackled me. "AHH!" we all screamed. "I missed you so much! How have you been? I love your outfit!" we shouted at each other. Then we broke out in laughed. "It's nice to see you guys! I've really missed you" I said when I could finally talk. "We missed you too! I can't wait to show you around!" said Demi. "Oh hello Demi and Selena! its nice to see you," my mom said as she hugged them. "Thanks, nice to see you too Mrs. Hale," said Selena. "Hey Selena...and Demi," Eric said quietly as he came down the stairs. My older brother has always had a crush on Selena and she knew it. "Hey Eric! You look great!" Selena smiled. "Thanks, you too," he replied. Okay, I love them both, but they were making me sick. "Okay, well if you guys are done beening cute, we have a dinner date to go to!" I said. We said bye to my parents and Eric and went off to dinner.

Chapter THREE:

"Oh hey, I know it was just supposed to be us three, but I really wanted you to meet some friends. So we invited them to dinner with us. You don't mind do you?" said Demi. "Oh of course not! This is really sweet of you guys, thanks," I said. We rode in the car listening to music and singing our hearts out. All three of us had great voices. Once Selena tried to get me to sing at a party, I almost threw up. I'm way to shy to accomplish all the things they have, like going on tour. I could only sing infront of them two. I didn't even let my mom hear me, though she did sometimes when I was in the shower. We finally go to the restaurant. It was Italian, I should have known. They know how much I love Italian food. We walked in and I followed them to our table. There were a lot of people already seated. When we got to the table Selena and Demi both acted cool and said "Hey guys!" I on the other hand was still in shock. Sitting there, at the other side of the table were: Miley Cyrus, David Henrie, Kevin Jonas, Joe Jonas, and Nick Jonas. I have never really been a Miley Cyrus fan, even if she was one of Demi's friends, but I was in love with the Jonas Brothers! Demi took a seat on my left and Selena on my right while I was still standing there staring at them like an idiot! Demi finally noticed and pulled me down and I sat in my seat. "Ella, we'd like you to meet our friends. Miley Cyrus, David Henrie, Kevin, Joe, and Nick Jonas," Selena said. Of course I already knew that. "Guys, this is our BEST friend Ella, Ella Hale," said Demi. "Hi! It's so nice to meet you! Demi and Selena always talk about you, good things of course haha" Miley laughed. David, Kevin, and Joe also said hi, but Nick was just staring at me. I felt nervous as heck! I was going to kill Demi and Selena later! They know I have a huge crush on Nick! We all talked and ordered our food. Nick would glance at me every once in awhile and it was making me feel awkward. "Why does he keep staring?" I kept thinking. As we waited for our food some fans came up and asked them for a picture. I offered to take the picture since I wasn't famous. Our food finally came and I noticed that Nick and I ordered the same thing. I started smiling to myself. "So what are you doing for your birthday? Its only two weeks away!" said Demi. Nick looked up and ask, "Oh really, how old are you turning?" Shyly I answered, "15". That was the first time Nick had spoken all night, and he was speaking to ME. "Oh my gosh, you should soo totally have a quinceanera!" Miley said. "Haha, yeah like the one Sel had in the wizards episode!" laughed David. Everyone started laughing, except Selena. "Its okay Selly! I liked that episode haha," I said trying to make her feel better. "Well, a quinceanera would be cool, but im not mexican," I laughed. "You should totally have a themed kind of party! Like the jungle or a circus!" said Kevin. "Wow, thats actually a good idea Kev, I'm proud," said Joe. "Haha, yeah I like that idea! But maybe we could come up with a better theme..." I said. "What about a masquerade ball?" said Nick. "Wow Nick, that's a great idea..." I said as I smiled and stared into his mysterious eyes. He did the same and we didn't look away for a few seconds. Demi finally broke the trans and said, "We better get out of here! It's already 7:45 and I told your mom we'd take you home by 9:00. We still want to walk around!" Joe called the waiter for the check and they all split it. They wouldn't let me spend a penny! We went walking around and our favorite store, Urban Outfitters. We were having so much fun when all of a sudden Selena shouts, "CRAP! its already 8:50! We have to go guys, see you later!" We said bye to everyone and started heading for the car. We were only a few feet away when Nick yelled, "WAIT! I need your number!" He started running towards us and again said, "I need your number...uh well, I mean, we all do. You know, just in case you wana hang or just...talk". He looked a little embarrassed and I gave him my number. He smiled, said goodbye, and walked back to the group to give them my number. We drove home and I said goodbye and thanked Sel and Demi. I would have let them sleep over, but I needed time to think.

Chapter FOUR:

I went to my room, layed down on my bed, and thought the night over. Had Nick been flirting with me? Hah, yeah right, but then why was he the only one who remembered to get my number? It doesn't matter because he's back with Miley. All these questions were running around my head when suddenly, I grabbed my guitar. I always wrote songs and sometime shared them with Selena or Demi. I started strumming the guitar and the words just start to flow right out.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend and she's upset.

She's going off about something that you said
cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.

I'm in my room it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like

and she'll never know your story like I do.

She wears short skirts, I wear tee shirt.

She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers.

Dreaming about the day when you find that
what your looking for has been here the whole time.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you,
been here all along so why can't you see? You belong with me.

Wow, I think thats one of the best songs I've ever written! I continued to play my guitar and write down the notes in my music book.

Chapter FIVE:

The next morning I woke up pretty late. I spent most of the night working on that song. I'm not sure if I should show it to Demi and Sel yet though. I went down stairs to get some breakfast, or lunch I guess. When I got to the kitchen Selena and Eric were sitting down at the table. "Morning sunshine!" Selena smiled. "Hey, what are you doing here? Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked. "Well I was going to but Eric suggested that I not, so we talked while we waited for you to wake up," Selena explained. I look suspiciously at Eric, who quickly looked away. "Well I'm awake now and I really need to talk to you Sel!" I said as I grabbed her arm and brought her to my room. "Nice place you got here!" she said as she took a look around. She sat down on my bed and I went into my closet to pick out my clothes. "So what did you want to talk about?" she asked. "Well, Sel I think I like Nick. Well I always have and you know that, but now I think I like him more. I know he's dating Miley again, but I could have sworn he was flirting with me last night! And I know you and him had a thing going on and I don't want you to get mad and-" before I could finish, Selena was behind me and I jumped. "Still the same old Ella. Putting others feelings in front of your own. Ella, why did you think I wanted you to meet him so bad! I couldn't just invite him though, so Kev and Joe came along. David said he wanted to hang and Miley kind of invited herself. I knew you would totally love him and that he'd like you too. I think you should go for it. Everyone is sick of Miley, even Dems! And as for me and Nick, well we both agreed we were better of as friends. Besides, I'm happy the way I am!" As soon as she finished I gave her a big hug. "I'm happy for you Sel, thanks so much!" After Selena's sweet talk I got ready and we were off on another adventure. We picked up Demi from the studio and hit the mall. We were trying clothes on at our favorite store when I got a text message. I checked my phone and it was from Nick. "heey ella uhh well I was wondering, would u like 2g2 the movies later? Demi n Sel 2 of course. Kev n joe r coming 2" I asked Sel and Demi if they wanted to go and they we fine with it. I texted Nick back saying, "sure! We'd love 2 go!(: -xoxo E". Nick texted back within seconds, "that's great!!! We'll meet u guys around 7 @ the theater!(;" We shopped a little more then headed back home because of course, Sel wanted to wear something cuter. After everyone was ready we hopped in the car and drove to the movies.

Chapter SIX:

When we arrived at the movie theater we looked around for the guys. Demi spotted them sitting at a table outside and Joe waved us over. Nick looked at me and smiled, so I smiled back. We got to the table and sat down at the other side of the table. "Hey guys! So what movie do you want to see?" asked Kevin. "Haha, surprise us!" said Selena. Joe ending up picking Harry Potter and The Half Blooded Prince. We got in line and the guys started to object, "No way, you guys aren't paying! It's on us," said Kevin. "Aww thanks guys! Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah, of course! After all you guys are paying for snacks," winked Joe. After they paid for our tickets and we payed for our snacks, we went into the theater. Here's what I had been waiting for, the seating arrangements. I could tell that Sel and Dems were thinking it too. Before I could say something Selena and Demi grabbed my arms and sat me down in between them. Joe and Kevin sat down the the right of Demi, but Nick was still standing. "Uhm, well actually I-I was hoping to sit next to E-Ella..." he said awkwardly. Even when he stutters he sounded like an angel calling my name. I looked at Selena and Demi and they shrugged back. Sel and I traded seats and Nick sat to my left. "Hey," I said. I couldn't' help but smile. "Hi," I replied. He looked straight into my eyes and I stared back. I got embarrassed so I laughed quietly to myself and looked down from his stare. Nick smiled and looked forward, the movie was starting. About an hour into the movie I noticed that Nick wasn't watching the movie anymore. Not wanting to embarrass myself, I kept looking forward. Nick started yawning and stretching then slowly place his arm around me. We looked at each other then laughed. "Are you seriously trying that yawning trick on me?" I asked him. "What are you talking about?" he said with a sly smile. We continued watching the movie until I suddenly remembered something. I reached for Nick's arm and took it off my shoulder. "Whats wrong?" he said. I couldn't look at his face as I spoke, "Nick...in case you've forgotten, you're dating Miley." We were both quiet for a few seconds, then he reached for my hand. "I need to show you something," he said. We both got up, but Selena grabbed my arm. I forgot everyone else was even there! "Where are you guys going?" she asked. I looked at Nick and he told Selena that we were just going for some more candy. "Hurry, your guna miss the best part!" whispered Demi. Sel looked at us suspiciously, but Nick and I just smiled back. Sel always knew when I was up to something. We exited the theater and I quietly asked Nick, "Where are we going?" He looked back at me and smiled, "You'll see." We ended up walking to his car. He unlocked the drivers seat and told me to sit down. I sat down and waited patiently as he unlocked the trunk. A few seconds later he came back with his guitar. "I wrote you a song and I really want you to hear it. May I play it for you?" he asked. As his words processed through my head I just starred at him. Nick Jonas, of the Jonas Brothers, wrote me a song. ME? "Um, Ella? If you don't want to hear it...its..its okay," he said. I finally screwed my head back on and it made him jump. "NO! Uhm, I mean, of course I'd love to hear it!" I said to him. He looked at me and laughed, then he started strumming his guitar. It had a really nice beat and sounded really cool! Then he started singing.

I get a rep for breakin' hearts

Now I'm done with Super Stars

And all the tears on her guitar

I'm not bitter

Now I see

Everything I'd ever need

Is the girl in front of me

She's Much Better

Oh, I wanna fly with you

Tear up the sky with you

You're much better

Oh, I wanna fight with you

Make up tonight with you

You're much better

Chapter SEVEN:

"So?" he said. "So what?" I replied confused, my brain was still in shock. "Well...do you like it?" he asked. "OH! Yes, yes of course! That's the first time anyone has ever written me a song and w-wait. Why did you write me a song?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled, "You're very...inspirational." We sat in his car for awhile and I said, "You know, the paparazzi lied about you." He looked at me confused and said, "What are you talking about?" "You do smile, a lot, and it looks really nice on you," I said as he smiled again. "Well, I can't help it when I'm around you," he said. I looked at him and he looked back at me. He started leaning in to kiss me and I started leaning forward too. When we were just inches away from each others face, I turned away. "Nick...we still have a problem. Miley?" I said. I was still looking away, but I could tell Nick was looking at me like I was crazy. "Don't you get it? Didn't you listen to the song? I'm done with Miley friggen Cyrus! I like you! You're....much better," he laughed. "And I've been planning to break up with her for a while now." I sat there listening to what he was saying, but I didn't answer him, I was so confused. Why? Why would Nick Jonas choose me? I'm no where near pretty and I'm not as talented as him. He sings infront of thousands of people almost every night on tour, I can't even sing in my church choir. "Ella? Are you listening to me?" Nick said, "You okay?" I looked at him, "Why me?" Nick looked at me very closely. "I don't know. Theres just...just something about you. When I'm around you my stomach gets all fluttery with butterflies and mind goes blank. When I'm not around you, you're all I can think of 24/7. When you say my name, my heart skips a beat, when you-" I didn't let him finish his sentence, I lunged forward an touched his lips with my own. At first he was shocked, but he didn't pull away, instead, he kissed me back. We didn't have a complete make out session, we kissed for about the next 5 minutes. We both thought we had enough for tonight, so we just talked for awhile in his car. A few minutes later, someone tapped on the window. I looked and it was Joe, I had completely forgotten we were at the movies with them! Nick and I jumped out of the car and I whispered him to keep "us" on a downlow. Joe was standing with the rest of the gang and they looked at us weirdly. Joe said, "Why were you guys in the car? Why didn't you finish the movie?" I didn't want to lie to Joe and I didn't know what to say so I looked nervously at Nick. "Sorry man, I wasn't feeling good. I don't know, maybe there was too much butter on the popcorn or something. Anyways, I didn't feel well enough to go back to the theater and Ella offered to sit with me in the car." Joe looked at Nick, then me, then back to Nick. "Uh huh, suuuure," he said with a sly smile. "Oh man, you guys missed it! Snape was all like 'avada kidavra' and Dumbldore was all like blaaaah and Harry was all like 'NOOO he trusted youuuu!' It was crazy!" Kevin said, most likely unaware of the current situation. Everyone started to laugh and we chatted outside for a little bit. It got late, so we all said goodbye and headed home.

**writers note: The next chapter might be a bit confusing. It is going to be switching back and forth from Ella and Nick's point of view. I will color code it so it might look easier. Ella will be pink & Nick will be blue.

Chapter EIGHT:

Ella drove home with Demi and Selena, while Nick drove home with Joe and Kevin. When we got to my house, I suddenly got very nervous. Sel and Dems knew me too well and knew that something had happened. We got out of the car and walked upstairs to my room in silence. I walked into my room and jumped face down on my bed. "Spill. Now," said Demi. "Spill what? What are you talking about?" I said innocently. Joe and Kevin were staring down at me as I sat on the couch. "Oh please Nick, we're not idiots. Kevin's not the brightest crayon in the box, but we know when somethings going on with you and a girl. Now tell us what really happened with you and Ella," Joe said. "It was nothing. Really you guys.

Nick Jonas Pictures

Hermionie — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 14:01:22 CDT

CONVERSE!!!	nice guitar and pose Nick
Ah how cute	nice smile
man he is sexy
	sexy nick

	very nice
	cute smile

awesome	Awwwwwwwww. His puppy is smiling.


aww i love u nick
sexy	SEXY!!!!!!!!!!

He is so sexy


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What did YOU expect?

jbluver123 — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 13:38:45 CDT

No doubt just about every girl in the world would see the Jonas Brothers life as perfect. But what happens when a fan collides with whats really going on in the Jonas family? Maybe a bit more than you might think. Is Nick maybe in danger? Is Sierra the cause of it? or is it one of his own brothers? Maybe Nicole isn't very much on thier side as she claims to be. Things may not work out as planned but when the issue that Sierra and Nick might never be together he begins to lose faith. What will Nick do to get to Sierra? What does he have to worry about? a lot. But will he risk his own life for the girl of his dreams? read and find out. ;)

Chapter 1

Nick's POV

I sat there on the computer with Rodney that night, bored as I could possibly be when he finally brung up the idea to make me a myspace. I laughed at him and shrugged. "Sure, why not." I was tired and I found no use for him doing so, I instantly planned to delete the account anyways, but he was persistant so I let him.

"There, all set up." within a matter of minutes I has 12 friend request. "Gees, dude." He said in shock. "Well I guess thats what you get for being a famous person and what-not." I looked at him pulling my lips to the side and narrowing my eyes. "oh! hot chick at--" he quickly squinted at the clock on the bottom left hand side of the computer and continued. "10:45". I laughed and looked at the picture. Suddenly my expression lightened and a quiet smile played on my lips.

"add her." I said as if he were stupid for not doing it yet. There was something about her that just struck in my mind. Something...different.

"Alright, alright." he said clicking the 'approve' button. she was still online and I hoped I could get in a quick word before her. I liked it better when I could make the first move. Instead when I got to the home page I had a new message. I sighed and pushed Rodney's hand off the mouse. It was from her, but for some reason. I didnt mind it. Eagerly I clicked it and looked at the message; almost disgusted at what I saw. One word? one word? You have to be kidding me! I thought bitterly. "Yo." was all it said. but then I realized how casual that sounded. Like she had known me for years. I smiled lightly and clicked 'reply'.

"Dude, you don't know her she could be a terrorist!" Rodney laughed. I elbowed his arm and turned back to the computer.

"What should I say?" I pondered.

"You are not seriously stressing over that are you?" I looked at the screen.

"No, I just dont know what to say." I scratched my side and then rested my chin on my hand tiredly.

"I don't know dude, just be like, "hey, whats up?" or something. I bit my lip wondering if that would be too, too, oh I don't know. Casual? but she was casual. "just say something dude, it wont last." I shrugged knowing he was probably right and typed it in.

Hey. whats up?

I rubbed my chin looking at the words, then finally forced the mouse on the send button. We sat there and spoke for a few minutes, I sighed wondering if she was even online anymore, then suddenly when I clicked back to the home page. There was another message. I smiled and perked up in my seat. "click!" I grinned.

"wow dude, that wasnt gay at all." I glared at him for a second then looked at the messages. Again. It was her.

"What are you retards doing?" I heard Nicole huff from behind us. It was Rodney's little sister. I liked her, there was no doubt. But she was 13. Still that didn't seem to matter with me. We were friends. We did everything that friends do. We shared things with eachother we wouldn't dare let anyone else know, we stayed up watching movies and eating popcorn and most of the time I fell asleep. We talked on the phone at our own special time, 2:18. Not sure how it all started, but I loved it.

"Talking to a girl. Jealous much?" Rodney snarled. She didn't say anything so I turned around to reasure her.

"I just got a myspace, were talking to a lot of random people, not just girls." I smiled sympathetically and her expression lightened.

"No, its just this girl." He turned to the computer and read her name. "Sierra Skankyvics." I looked at him then at the computer.

"You're retarded, its Szankovics."

"Oh." his face blushed and I turned back to Nicole.

"But other people too." I smiled.

"Sure, whatever." she said storming off into the kitchen. I sighed and turned abck to the computer. Until about 3 a.m. we talked. and soon I fell asleep at the desk.

"Come on dude, lets go to bed." Rodney said hitting my arm.

"Er, okay." I said getting up drowsily. We slumped to his room and was out within about 30 seconds time.

Chapter 2

Nicole's POV

Slowly I sat down at the computer and looked at the screen. Nick had fallen asleep talking to her. I looked at the computer disgusted.

Awspriggsnra: hi
Szankovics: uh, hi, who is this?
Awspriggsnra: uh, yeah, im nicole, and i suggest you back off nick before i cause you some serious damage
Szankovics: er, uh, sorry.
Awspriggsnra: sure, just back off, k?
Szankovics: But I dont want to.
Awspriggsnra: well you have to
Szankovics: well thats not a very good reason.
Awspriggsnra: did i ever say it was?
Szankovics: well I guess not but I like him.
Awspriggsnra: listen chick, i dont know who u are, wat u want, or wat u think ur doing messing with my friends but i wont have it
Szankovics: Im sierra, nice to meet you, I just wanted to talk to Nick, thats all, and Im not messing with your friends, and I understand that, you must be very protective, but I would never hurt him.
Awspriggsnra: thats wat they all say "sierra" i dont believe u
Szankovics: well you should.
Awspriggsnra: and why is that?
Szankovics: because Im telling the truth.

The rest of the night I worked on getting to know her. She was so casual. Not something I would have expected from a fan. Finally, I let her in, and we become friends. But was this the start of disaster?

Sierra's POV

I had to do everything I could to keep this going. I liked him, I mean, he was Nick Jonas. So yeah, maybe I would have to sprinkle a few lies into my words, but hey, if thats what it takes. I wondered if I could possibly snatch him from Nicole. She was so protective, it was so ginuine, and even I appritiated it for him. She said that I didnt want to be mixed up with them. But I think she just wants to to butt out of it so she can have him. I dont know. Then I realized that maybe, if I wanted a real friend, I had to be real too. So I shrugged it off and dicided the lies end now.

The next few months flew by but suddenly came to a screetching hault. I looked at Nick's status and winced in pain. It read:

How long until the suffering ends? The pain. The loss. What am I supposed to do? It stopped for so long. and now. well now its comming back. Its as though everything is fading. hes never happy with me. and it hurts. hes my brother. hes supposed to be there for me. to love me. but he doesn't. Im becomming numb to it all. I hurt myself again today. to see if I still feel. I do. what a relief.

I swallowed hard, wondering how. What could have been going on. Maybe Nicole was right...maybe I didnt need to get caught up in all of this. Suddenly the sound of him signing on shattered my thoughts and the status quickly disapeared. An IM from him popped up with a simple 'hey.' and a smiley face.

"hey how are you feeling?" I replied. awaiting nervously for an answer.

"Fine. whats new with you?" he was avoiding the subject now, I could tell. But I find it better to talk about the problem. I had always been that way.

TeamJonasSite Welcome intro!

TeamJonasSite — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 11:51:29 CDT

TeamJonasSite Welcome!:

Hello, I am going to be serving this site for a while. This site Concludes a buch of rare Jonas Brother pictures, Facts about them, and lots more! I hope you guys will join, and have fun on this site.

TeamJonas is a place where you get to expess your feelings where a place you can just hangout and enjoy the things the JB'S do for their fans!

Who are we?, WERE TEAMJONAS FANS!!! .. OH YEAH!,

Nick Jonas

Mrs.NicholasJ.Jonas — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 15:21:35 CDT

Nick Jonas Bio

See Also: Jonas Brothers | Joe Jonas | Kevin Jonas

Birthday: September 16th, 1992

Birthplace: Dallas, Texas

Height: 5' 9"

Current Age: 17

Hobbies: Music, song writing, baseball, collecting baseball cards, golf, tennis

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Food: Steak

Favorite Sandwhich: Italian Hero

Favorite Pizza Topping: Cheese

Favorite Drink: Diet Coke, Red Bull

Favorite Candy: Sweetarts and Jellymen(Norwegien)

Favorite Ice Cream: Cotton Candy

Favorite Fast Food: In & Out Burger

Favorite Song: "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder

Favorite Band: Switchfoot

Favorite Actor: Matt Long

Favorite Actress: Keri Lynn Pratt

Favorite Movie: Finding Neverland, Peter Pan

Favorite Sport: Baseball, Basketball and Golf

Favorite Baseball Player: Derek Jeter

Noticefaction: Shy, Sensitive, Serious (The three S-es), Curly Hair, Collected

Nick Jonas Pictures | Nick Jonas Videos | Nick Jonas Quotes

Nick Jonas Facts:

His favorite superhero is Spiderman.

He got diagnosed with Diabetes Type 1, in 2005

His favorite season is spring.

Nick likes mint-chip flavored gelati.

Song writing is Nick’s way of letting his feelings out.

Nick naturally has brown hair and brown eyes.

The subject Nick likes the least is math.

Nick would rather text a girl than call her.

He doesn’t mind being called “the one with the curly hair”.

Nick is Christian.

His toothbrush is yellow.

Favorite gum is Winterfresh

According to Kevin, Nick can’t stand it if someone wears his socks, he flips out and its “funny”.

Faith is very important to him and his entire family.

Nick’s purity ring has ‘Poned’ inscribed on it which means ‘to be let down or disappointed’.

He was discovered in a barbershop while getting his haircut.

Once lost his purity ring and got a new one made at Disney World.

His nickname is Nick J or Mr. President.

Some people say “Nick J is off the chain.”

His favorite drink is 7-11’s Slurpees, Diet Coke and red bull.

His favorite sandwich is an Italian Hero.

His favorite fast food restaurant is McDonald’s.

His favorite movie is Finding Neverland.

His favorite song is “Superstition” by Stevie Wonder.

Nick has an iPod Nano.

He hates it when a girl is afraid to eat in front of him.

He loves Red Bull (an energy drink).

His most prized possession is his golf set.

He can breakdance.

When Nick was in the Broadway play Beauty and The Beast, he played Chip.

He has a sidekick (cellphone) and he got it decorated.

Nick can juggle.

Nick’s cologne is Abercrombie.

Nick wrote the song “S.O.S.” based on a past experience.

The thing Nick must have in the studio is Hershey’s chocolate.

Like Kevin and Joe Jonas, Nick wears a purity ring.

Nick’s favorite song to play in concert is “Year 3000" and Burnin' Up.

He once missed a family vacation to be in a Broadway play.

Nick was originally going to have a solo album but when the record company heard about his brothers (Joe and Kevin’s) musical talent they formed the band “the Jonas Brothers”.

His Chinese horoscope sign is the Monkey.

His favorite ice cream is cotton candy.

His favorite actors are Matt Long and Keri Lynn Pratt from Jack and Bobby.

His favorite sport is baseball.

Nick’s favorite baseball team is the New York Yankees.

He and his brothers (Jonas Brothers) are spokespeople for “Baby Bottle Pops”.

Nick keeps his closet surprisingly clean.

Nick loves Green Tea Frappuccinos.

Nick’s favorite candy is Sweet Tarts and gummy worms.

If he were a crayon he says he would be the color, Royal Blue.

His favorite cereal is Cheerios.

His favorite singer is Stevie Wonder and his favorite band is Switchfoot.

His most ticklish spot is his feet.

His favorite food is steak.

He is the youngest member of his band, The Jonas Brothers.

Nick wrote the song Please Be Mine. This was when the idea of Kevin and Joe [Jonas] joining Nick with his record deal came up.

Nick plays the guitar, drums and keyboard.

Some of his hobbies includes playing baseball, collecting baseball cards, tennis, songwriting and music.

Nick enjoys watching Lost and the Sports Center on ESPN.

Nick’s favorite color is blue.

Nick has three brothers, Kevin, Joe and Frankie.

Nick’s most prized possession is an Olympic Gold Medal.

His hidden talent is playing the drums.

He actually learned to play the drums long before learning to play the guitar.

The first thing Nick notices in a girl is her eyes.

There is a code on the dog tag; which identifies Nick. This is so that if he ever gets into any sort of accident, and needs to be taken to the hospital, they know that he has diabetes. This way, they know not to give him certain medications that can be harmful to his body because of diabetes. When they put the code into the computer at the hospital, they get Nick’s medical history. Everyone with Type 1 Diabetes gets one of these, and it is their choice whether they are going to wear it or not.

Kevin said that Nick could drink up to 30 cans of Diet Coke in a day and still want more.

The Jonas Brothers also have music videos for “Mandy” and “Baby Bottle Pop” theme.

(In mandy, Nick almost gets hit by a car) There are 3 “Episodes” of mandy!

Nick said in a live chat, that he hates spiders.

Nick thinks Jordan Pruitt is pretty.

Nick’s iPhone ringtone is the James Bond 007 theme song

He's a perfectionist

He appeared in commercial on TV as a kid.

He was always the easy-handled boy

I Support Kevin Jonas

teeteebaby1025 — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 16:58:45 CDT

So many people sort of count Kevin out of the Jonas Brothers, which I think is wrong. Even though I admit I have a big crush on Nick, and many fans say they love Joe, KEVIN is a HUGE part of the Jonas Brothers. He is one of the reasons I learned to play guitar, and I look up to him in many ways. Please don't count Kevin out of everything, because I don't think Joe and Nick would be very happy if you did! I'm not sending off any bad vibes here at all, I just want Kevin to get a little more respect as the great guy he is. Kevin is so cute!

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Kevin should not be hated he should be respected like Nick and Joe. Below are the persons/people/fans who support Kevin:

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Crushed

jbluver123 — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:38:56 CDT

Chapter One-No one understood-no one cared. So many people would walk by me and just see another face in the crowd. I was never special enough for anybody. I would sit alone in my room and cry all night-staring at that one face for comfort that was always pinned neatly on my wall.Joe Jonas.I'd never met him, but his face always brought a smile to my lips. Even if it was weak, even if it was pained, there it was. Little up-turned corners of my mouth.He was one of my inspirations for music, as well as Demi Lovato, his co-host in the best Disney Movie to me in the whole world, Camp Rock. I even had my own little song notebook, just like Demi had in the movie-and sometimes I wondered how the world in that movie was so innocent compared to the world we really live in.Joe Jonas was just another celebrity.That's what I was constantly hearing. Him and his two bros were just another boy band-arrogant, famous, cute, lip-syncing boys.Was I the only one who knew the difference between Joe Jonas and the average popstar? Was I? Did it even matter? I was constantly ignored by everyone I asked this question. Even my friends.Some friends.Being myself was hard-knowing I would never, EVER see his face-and if I did, would he accept me as a person like so many other people don't?I held the meet-and-greet pass tightly in my hand and stared at it. Too good to be true. Maybe I was dreaming.I placed my head back on my pillow and stared at his face for what seemed like forever."Cally, hurry up! You need to get ready to go!" "OK, mom." I could almost see her frown, even though she was all the way downstairs. I wasn't being enthusiastic at all about this. Should I be? I guess I should, considering I used to be so danged happy all the time. "I am ready!" I called down. "Almost," I said a little softer.I got up out of bed and slipped my Nike shoes on and brushed my hair. I stared at my own face in the mirror, holding the handle of my brush tight as it slipped through my hair over and over again.... My steel blue eyes almost seemed to have changed color over the years-I noticed. They used to be round and full of life-but no, not now. They were cold and hardened.I trodded down stairs, purse over my shoulder, pass in my pocket, a stone-faced expression on my face. This was it.My mom and I headed to her big white KIA Sorento. I hopped in the front seat and sat there as she turned the car engine on. A very concerned visage is what she bore, her hands gripped tightly on the wheel as she pulled out of the garage. "Cally, are you alright? Are you excited at all?"A pause."...Sure, mom. I'm just a little.....Nervous."Putrid lie.Is that ALL I could do nowadays? Lie to my mother? Lie to everyone about how fine and okay I really was? No! I was torn, broken, crushed and twisted.You know that feeling you get in your chest when you're really upset and your throat gets that knot of rubber in it? That's what I was feeling.~.~.~.~.~There they were-the cutest boys in the world to me, right in front of my face. Arms open to suggest they wanted a hug.Oh, no. Here comes that fake smile again. I wanted to rip it off my face and stomp on it... I hugged back, but not very enthusiastically. I wondered what was wrong with me for a second. Why wasn't I excited? Isn't this what I'd always dreamed of?Then I realized why. Joe Jonas was not there to hug me. It was just Nick and Kevin. Joe was standing aside, his face as hard as stone as I'd ever seen it.This wasn't the Joe I knew.I walked up to him, and his soft, chocolate brown eyes lowered onto me. "Hey," he said. I didn't fight the smile from creeping up onto my face. "Are you excited?""Actually, Joseph, no. I'm not excited, and I don't know why." There was a confused look to his face, but it was gone before I was even sure it was there. "It's just no one ever accepts who I am." My mom-I could feel her eyes on me as I spoke to Joe ever so softly. "Maybe it's just that I'm-me.""I know what you mean."That struck the chord in my heart. How could he know what I mean? He's a celebrity-a faker. That's who they all are! Why don't they just suck it up then?"Joe, you can't ever know what I mean. Maybe people fake around you because they want to be around you-but that's it. My life is all lies! All of it!" I grasped his arm which had been hanging limply by his side. "Joe, you can never understand." And that's when I kissed him on the mouth just for a second and walked away, leaving behind a very confused celebrity and his brothers.xxxxxChapter TwoI know. At this point in the story, you’re probably thinking this is very rushed and a bit pointless. Trust me, it gets better. After I walked away from the Jonas Brothers, several thoughts ran through my head. One was that I had literally kissed Joe Jonas on the mouth. It had felt odd. Like it didn’t belong at that moment, like it was all awkward and unexpected and even a little desperate. That’s just how I was sometimes, even in the mental and emotional state I was in. Second was that I had essentially yelled in his face about him being who he was. That, even for me, was stupid and lawless to do. And third was this voice in my head that was yearning for his warmth, his presence, his gaze, and just him altogether. I wanted him to run back to me, ask me anything, tell me he liked the kiss, tell me he hated it, slapped me, did anything so I could just see him again. But my pride was getting in the way of turning back myself. You know, it’s an odd feeling. This may sound stupid, but I walked away from the Jonas Brothers isn’t something you’d typically read in a story about the Jonas Brothers. Taking that I’m haphazardly making decisions all the time, makes it make a little more sense. Why I did it, I mean. Oh yeah, and by the way, in case you’d forgotten, I’d done this in front of hundreds of JB fans and my mother. For a moment, I thought I didn’t care. I was going to die alone, and crazy old cat-lady living in some old house in the middle of nowhere screaming at any kid getting on my lawn. Did it matter that I walked away from Joe Jonas and his brothers? Did it matter that I had ruined the moment in about fifty thousand different ways? And then, something happened. I turned around. And there was Joe. It was like my heart had been hit with a hammer, because it suddenly stopped. When it started up again, it was like feeling a fist trying to break through my chest with every heartbeat. His deep brown eyes gazed down at me as if I were just any old person, like a friend. And there was even a sparkle of the real Joe in his eyes too. His lips were even curved in a dainty smile. Just like the ones I used to cover up my emotions. But this one seemed genuine. Even if it was small. “What, are you here to tell me I’m going to get arrested now?” I wanted to slap myself in the face. I should just shut my mouth. Right now. Joe flinched a little, his eyebrows quirked...And he stepped back a little. “No.” I didn’t respond. It was like looking at an angel, but just for a moment. He just seemed to radiate hope. I probably looked like I was going to eat him alive. “I just need to
mething in private. Your mom gave me permission.” He offered his hand, I took it. Surprisingly, I gripped on tight. I guess I wasn’t as dependent as I thought I was. I needed his support. His strength. His tight, masculine grip, his hand around mine, his breath on my neck. Maybe it was me attempting to mend my heart without conciously realizing I was doing it. He took me to an opposite, seemingly empty hallway. Our footsteps echoed, our breathing seemed to reverebrate off the walls. It went on forever. I could hear my own heartbeat, fast and hard, and yet sluggish. His eyes turned to me, and I faced him. My hand was trembling, so I clenched it, hoping it would help. It didn’t. He took a deep breath, and his eyes darted to the side. His body language was telling me something, like it was difficult to start speaking. His hesitation was obvious. Then... “What you just did wasn’t something I normally allow from a fan.” My trembling hand stiffened. “But that’s alright, because something...Happened when you....uh...” “Kissed you?” I said it with a tremor in my voice. Harsher than intended. “Yeah, that. Um, listen, what you said was true. It’s true I’m used to people faking around me. But it does get.... Hard to deal with sometimes.” His eyes were on me again, and I felt something warm rise in my chest. I knew he was telling the truth this time. “I’m used to it too. It can take a toll on you...All the lies...” Joe’s face hardened. “And you feel the same way as I do? Have you changed in personality at all?” I flinched. “People say I have. I know you have.... You didn’t welcome me like your brothers did. You had your arms crossed and you were so quiet....” Joe’s eyebrow twitched. And I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing.

Jonas Brothers Compatibility Game

Demi_Nick_4Eva — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 04:46:02 CDT

Who would you belong to? Find out here!

Question #1
What is your favourite food?
A. Steak
B. Pizza
C. Vegetable Soup
D. Neither

Question #2
What is your favourite movie?
A. Finding Neverland
B. High School Musical
C. Dumb and Dumber
D. Neither

Question #3
What month is your birthday in?
A. September
B: October
C. August
D. Neither

BONUS QUESTION
Where is your most ticklish spot?
A. Your Feet
B. Your belly
C. Your Armpits
D. between your legs

Mostly A's
Nicholas Jerry Jonas!
Just like Nick you are very sensitive and sweet.
You are pretty and would be the PERFECT match
for this absolutley perfect guy.
Too bad he already loves Mikalah Joseph.

P.S= Mikalah took this photo. She's a good friend of mine.

Mostly B's
Paul Kevin Jonas
Just like Kevin you are a bit on the thick side and aren't as smart as
the rest of your siblings. Therefore you would be a perfect match for Kevin
and he would be the perfect match for you. You'll have to get rid of his wife
somehow though...

Mostly C's
Joseph Adam Jonas
Just like Joe, you love the wild side of life
and would give up anything to be a rockstar
on the stage beside someone you love.
Too bad he has his heart set on Mikalah's cousin Madison, or Madi.
He likes to call her Mousie.

P.S= Madi made this!

For all who read this, before I made the changes to this game I made
sure all my facts were correct in an exclusive interveiw with the three
rockstar brothers at the place they were performing.

Biography

aklesitzjoe — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:31:21 CDT

Styles:	Teen Pop
	Pop/Rock
Active:	2000's

Biography by Katherine Fulton, All Music Guide

Born Paul Kevin Jonas II, guitarist and vocalist Kevin Jonas is the oldest member of Jonas Brothers. Originally conceived as a solo project for Nicholas Jonas, Jonas Brothers formed after Kevin, Nicholas, and Joseph Jonas began writing and performing songs together. Kevin, a self-taught guitarist who first picked up the instrument at age 12, took a role as the group's lead guitarist and backup vocalist; his work appeared on both It's About Time, the group's debut album, and Jonas Brothers, the self-titled follow-up that he helped produce. Despite an extensive touring schedule in 2007 (Jonas Brothers toured with Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana as well as headlining their own concert series), the band found time to record the tracks for its third album, which was scheduled for release in the summer of 2008. Along with Nicholas and Joseph, Kevin appeared on the television series J.O.N.A.S.! and in the made-for-TV movie Camp Rock.