Post by Sunshine93 on Jul 3, 2008 13:59:08 GMT -5
This is a one-shot I made. I wrote it a while ago..and just finished it. i was thinking sad...so I wrote it. I hope this NEVER happens to anyone of them!!! But yea. None of this is true! its all made up. I hope you like it!
Lorraine J
I shifted slightly in my chair. Gah. I wasn’t good at this stuff AT ALL! Why did I agree to do this? My dad asked me...just gotta keep telling myself that. Wait, I am. Oh my gosh I’m going insane. The interviewer came up and sat down in the chair opposite to me. He smiled and I smiled back. “It’s great to have to today, Lorraine.”
“It’s a pleasure to be here!” I said, smiling as big as I could. Okay..this might work..
“I’m Jake.” he said, extending his hand. I took it and shook it. When he let go, I quickly put my hands in my lap and began twirling them nervously. Jake must have noticed, because he laughed and asked, “Nervous?”
I gave a sad nod. “A little bit.”
He laughed again. “I’m surprised! Seeing is how who’s daughter you are.”
I gave another nod. This time, I was smiling back. “I get that a lot.”
“So when exactly were you born, Lorraine?” Jake asked me. You know, for a guy that was my dad’s age..he was pretty good looking.
“May 19th, 2010.” I replied, beginning to feel better.
“So you are 14?” He asked.
“Yes, sir! And how old are you??” I asked, teasingly. Jake shook his head. “No no no..I’m not admitting my age on national televison. But I’m around one of your uncle’s age.”
“Oooooh....”
“Yes, I remember when they were rocking. Oh, not that they aren’t now. But I remember when they just began their career. I used to get so mad that all of my girl friends were in love with them.”
I gave a shrug. “What are ya going to do?”
Jake leaned forward a bit. “So what was it like growing up, Lorraine? Obviously you were never out of the spotlight. The whole world basically watched you grow up!”
I knew this question was coming. I took a deep breath. “That I know. But I haven’t done anything...yet. It amazes me how I get all the attention because my dad and brothers. But growing up...I think I lived a pretty normal life; my dad made sure of that.”
“What about your mother?” Jake asked, I figured he already knew the answer.
“She died..a year after I was born.”
“Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that.”
I nodded. “Me, too. But you know? It’s not like one of those tragic stories were the father never talks about his wife and becomes bitter. No, it was the total opposite. My dad talks about her everyday. He talks about her so much, I think I know her. Which is an amazing feeling..because I don’t remember her.”
“What was it like growing up with celebrity relatives? Or, a more interesting question..when do you think you realized that your dad and uncles used to be teen top sensations?”
I bursted out laughing. “Well, for one thing, Joe has been telling me that ever since I was born..”
“You call him Joe?” Jake asked, rasing his eyebrows.
I nodded. “Weird..I know. He just never wanted me to call him anything else. Anyway, not to mention we have a WHOLE room of their old stuff. It’s everywhere. Cd’s...Dvd’s, posters, magazines...you name it. So I caught on pretty quick.” I winked.
“Do you have a favorite song of theirs?”
“When You Look Me In the Eyes.” I said, without hesitation.
“And why is that?”
I smiled. “I love it...and...my dad sung it for my mom the first day he met her....”
Three weeks later I was sitting on the couch in my L.A. home with my dad, and three uncles watching the E! Hollywood story of their lives, careers, wives, and kids. After my interview faded I saw my youngest uncle come up on the screen. “Frankie Jonas, age 24.” It read under him. Jake asked him a question, and Frankie thought for a moment before replying,
“Oh, she was amazing. Amber could walk into a room of screaming, yelling people, smile, and everything would be better.” he gave a laugh, deep in thought, “I remember the day my brother met her. It was at one of their concerts. Right here in L.A., as a matter of fact. Oh, she was in the front row, and when he saw her, he forgot the words to the sung and fumbled with the guitar. I was backstage, and the only one who noticed. The other two were to into the song to care. I remember, I was young, but I will never forget the look on my brother’s face when she was first in line for the Meet and Greet. He smiled, asked for her number...and a year later they were married and had Lorraine....”
Frankie’s face faded into darkness as the narrator began talking. “....unfortunately, just 13 months later, Amber Lorraine Jackson died in a car accident, leaving her 24 year old husband a widow, and her one year old daughter motherless....” he went on to list my dad and uncle’s accomplishments, and I was interviewed a few more times. About an hour later, the special ended with me. Jake asked, “What do you think is in store for your father and brothers?”
“Hopefully...not tight pants.” I said, and began laughing. The slowed down my laugh, turned it black and white, and faded it into darkness while the words “The Jonas Brothers”came on screen, then disappeared. I heard a laugh. That laugh could only belong to one person. “What is so funny, Joe?” I demanded, hoping off the couch and walking towards my uncle. All three of my uncles insisted that I called them by their first names. Joe began laughing. Even though the man was 35 years old, he certainly didn’t act it. His six year old boy, Adam, acted more mature than him. I stood in front of him. “Well? Huh?”
He stood up. “ ‘Not tight pants’, Lorraine? Don’t you think I look good shakin it?” he asked, and began singing one of his songs and started dancing. I covered my eyes. “Oh, Joe! Please no!! Frankie!!!” I yelled. Frankie came up behind me. As far as I was concerned, he wasn’t my uncle. He was only ten years older than me, and he was like my big brother. “What’s wrong, AJ?” he asked. AJ was my nickname. A, for Amber, my middle name, and J, for Jonas, my last name. Joe was still shaking his hips. “Frankie he’s dancing again!” I said, trying not to look at my uncle. Frankie laughed, “Dude, stop trying to blind her!!!”
Joe stopped. “Fiiiine. But hey, I had a lot of girls swoon over me back in the day. Even when you were born! I was only 21. Man, I had..”
“EWW Joe!” I said, laughing, “It’s great you were a pop star...but to much info!!”
Joe ruffled my hair and took a sip of his drink and I smiled. “I’m just kidding.”
“J-k? Like L-O-L??”
“Oh Joe,” I said, shaking my head, “This is NOT 2008! Nobody talks like that anymore! Gosh! You better change before Adam gets old enough to get embarrassed by you.”
He shrugged, then looked at me. “You did a good job, sweetie.” I smiled. “Thank you, Joe.”
At that moment, my last Jonas uncle came walking up. He was sitting on the couch with us watching the special. He ran his hand through his short, curly hair and smiled. Everyone told me he had his hair totally different back in the day. He smiled and gave me a hug. “You did great.”
“Thanks.” I said, looking up at him. I could tell he must have broken a lot of hearts way back when. Which reminded me...
“Where’s dad?” I asked, suddenly. My three uncles looked around.
“He was just here.” Frankie said, glancing at the couch where he just sat.
I thought for a moment. “I’ll be right back.” I said, walking away and darting up the stairs. I had a feeling where he was. And I was right. As I walked into our attic, I saw him sitting down on a box in a corner looking at something in his hands. His dark hair fell down on his forehead.
“Dad?” I asked, walking up to him. He sat up abruptly. I could tell he had been crying. He tried to hind it by wiping his eyes. “Hey, baby, what’s up?”
I sat down next to him. “Nothing much. We just watched the E! Story on you guys. Did you watch it?”
My dad nodded. “You were amazing sweetie.”
I gave a smile and then looked down at his hands. He wiped his eyes again. He showed me what was in his hands: A picture of a young woman and a young man kissing and dancing at their wedding. It was my mom and dad. I sighed. “She was beautiful...” I missed her so much. Even though I never knew her.
My dad smiled. “You look just like her.”
I stared at the picture. “Dad,” I asked quietly.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Would mom be proud of me?”
My dad gave a small smile, then quietly broke down crying. I had never seen my dad like this before. He never cried. Or yelled, for that matter. I’ve only seen him mad once. And that was the time 6 months ago Frankie let me drive his car around. I accidentally floored it and we crashed into a pole. No one was hurt, though. But when my dad found out, he raised hell. He was saying words I had never heard before. He and Frankie were having a blow-out fight. When I tried to say something, my dad turned around and told me I should be ashamed that I would be so careless with something like a car. He said something else about my mom as well, and I just broke down. It took us a whole week before we talked again. It took him and Frankie a little bit longer. When everything was okay again, my dad told me how he felt when he got the news my mom died, and he never wanted to go through that again. He told me that while hugging both me and Frankie. We swore we’d never do anything like that again. Besides, I don’t think I want to drive until im 17, anyway. I stared at my dad now crying and I bit my lip. Sometimes I would cry over my mom; but I never knew her. It was hard for me to cry over something that didn’t effect me. I asked Joe once if that made me a bad person. He just shook his head and said, “AJ, your mom was an amazing woman. Just know that.”
After a moment, my dad stopped crying and wiped his eyes yet again. He looked at me. “Your mom would be very proud of you, Lorraine.”
I gave my dad a hug. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight. After a moment, we heard footsteps and saw Joe standing by the steps. “Nick, Frankie! They’re up here!”
Within moments every one of them were standing in front of us. Frankie saw the picture in my dad’s hands. “I remember that day. I ate a piece of cake before you cut it.”
Nick smiled. “And Joe got drunk and sung.” He laughed. “And it sounded great...”
Joe smiled back at his brother. “Thanks.”
I looked up at my uncles. Frankie, or the “Bonus Jonas”, was like my older brother. We did everything together. He taught me how to shoot a toy guy, and how to burp my ABC’s. Sure, I never did it. But I know how. I smiled as my eyes traveled to Nick. The shy, cute, romantic one. He always had the answer for anything. I looked at Joe. The loud, funny, and crazy one. It was always fun going over to his house and doing all the crazy stuff. Once, he took me go-carting when he told the family he was taking me out to get ice-cream. And one time he and I made a cake that was made entirely out of peanut butter. Laughing at all the memories with my uncles, I knew I was lucky to have them. But not as lucky as I was to have my dad. I hugged my dad tighter. My dad. Kevin Jonas.
~Kris
Lorraine J
I shifted slightly in my chair. Gah. I wasn’t good at this stuff AT ALL! Why did I agree to do this? My dad asked me...just gotta keep telling myself that. Wait, I am. Oh my gosh I’m going insane. The interviewer came up and sat down in the chair opposite to me. He smiled and I smiled back. “It’s great to have to today, Lorraine.”
“It’s a pleasure to be here!” I said, smiling as big as I could. Okay..this might work..
“I’m Jake.” he said, extending his hand. I took it and shook it. When he let go, I quickly put my hands in my lap and began twirling them nervously. Jake must have noticed, because he laughed and asked, “Nervous?”
I gave a sad nod. “A little bit.”
He laughed again. “I’m surprised! Seeing is how who’s daughter you are.”
I gave another nod. This time, I was smiling back. “I get that a lot.”
“So when exactly were you born, Lorraine?” Jake asked me. You know, for a guy that was my dad’s age..he was pretty good looking.
“May 19th, 2010.” I replied, beginning to feel better.
“So you are 14?” He asked.
“Yes, sir! And how old are you??” I asked, teasingly. Jake shook his head. “No no no..I’m not admitting my age on national televison. But I’m around one of your uncle’s age.”
“Oooooh....”
“Yes, I remember when they were rocking. Oh, not that they aren’t now. But I remember when they just began their career. I used to get so mad that all of my girl friends were in love with them.”
I gave a shrug. “What are ya going to do?”
Jake leaned forward a bit. “So what was it like growing up, Lorraine? Obviously you were never out of the spotlight. The whole world basically watched you grow up!”
I knew this question was coming. I took a deep breath. “That I know. But I haven’t done anything...yet. It amazes me how I get all the attention because my dad and brothers. But growing up...I think I lived a pretty normal life; my dad made sure of that.”
“What about your mother?” Jake asked, I figured he already knew the answer.
“She died..a year after I was born.”
“Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that.”
I nodded. “Me, too. But you know? It’s not like one of those tragic stories were the father never talks about his wife and becomes bitter. No, it was the total opposite. My dad talks about her everyday. He talks about her so much, I think I know her. Which is an amazing feeling..because I don’t remember her.”
“What was it like growing up with celebrity relatives? Or, a more interesting question..when do you think you realized that your dad and uncles used to be teen top sensations?”
I bursted out laughing. “Well, for one thing, Joe has been telling me that ever since I was born..”
“You call him Joe?” Jake asked, rasing his eyebrows.
I nodded. “Weird..I know. He just never wanted me to call him anything else. Anyway, not to mention we have a WHOLE room of their old stuff. It’s everywhere. Cd’s...Dvd’s, posters, magazines...you name it. So I caught on pretty quick.” I winked.
“Do you have a favorite song of theirs?”
“When You Look Me In the Eyes.” I said, without hesitation.
“And why is that?”
I smiled. “I love it...and...my dad sung it for my mom the first day he met her....”
Three weeks later I was sitting on the couch in my L.A. home with my dad, and three uncles watching the E! Hollywood story of their lives, careers, wives, and kids. After my interview faded I saw my youngest uncle come up on the screen. “Frankie Jonas, age 24.” It read under him. Jake asked him a question, and Frankie thought for a moment before replying,
“Oh, she was amazing. Amber could walk into a room of screaming, yelling people, smile, and everything would be better.” he gave a laugh, deep in thought, “I remember the day my brother met her. It was at one of their concerts. Right here in L.A., as a matter of fact. Oh, she was in the front row, and when he saw her, he forgot the words to the sung and fumbled with the guitar. I was backstage, and the only one who noticed. The other two were to into the song to care. I remember, I was young, but I will never forget the look on my brother’s face when she was first in line for the Meet and Greet. He smiled, asked for her number...and a year later they were married and had Lorraine....”
Frankie’s face faded into darkness as the narrator began talking. “....unfortunately, just 13 months later, Amber Lorraine Jackson died in a car accident, leaving her 24 year old husband a widow, and her one year old daughter motherless....” he went on to list my dad and uncle’s accomplishments, and I was interviewed a few more times. About an hour later, the special ended with me. Jake asked, “What do you think is in store for your father and brothers?”
“Hopefully...not tight pants.” I said, and began laughing. The slowed down my laugh, turned it black and white, and faded it into darkness while the words “The Jonas Brothers”came on screen, then disappeared. I heard a laugh. That laugh could only belong to one person. “What is so funny, Joe?” I demanded, hoping off the couch and walking towards my uncle. All three of my uncles insisted that I called them by their first names. Joe began laughing. Even though the man was 35 years old, he certainly didn’t act it. His six year old boy, Adam, acted more mature than him. I stood in front of him. “Well? Huh?”
He stood up. “ ‘Not tight pants’, Lorraine? Don’t you think I look good shakin it?” he asked, and began singing one of his songs and started dancing. I covered my eyes. “Oh, Joe! Please no!! Frankie!!!” I yelled. Frankie came up behind me. As far as I was concerned, he wasn’t my uncle. He was only ten years older than me, and he was like my big brother. “What’s wrong, AJ?” he asked. AJ was my nickname. A, for Amber, my middle name, and J, for Jonas, my last name. Joe was still shaking his hips. “Frankie he’s dancing again!” I said, trying not to look at my uncle. Frankie laughed, “Dude, stop trying to blind her!!!”
Joe stopped. “Fiiiine. But hey, I had a lot of girls swoon over me back in the day. Even when you were born! I was only 21. Man, I had..”
“EWW Joe!” I said, laughing, “It’s great you were a pop star...but to much info!!”
Joe ruffled my hair and took a sip of his drink and I smiled. “I’m just kidding.”
“J-k? Like L-O-L??”
“Oh Joe,” I said, shaking my head, “This is NOT 2008! Nobody talks like that anymore! Gosh! You better change before Adam gets old enough to get embarrassed by you.”
He shrugged, then looked at me. “You did a good job, sweetie.” I smiled. “Thank you, Joe.”
At that moment, my last Jonas uncle came walking up. He was sitting on the couch with us watching the special. He ran his hand through his short, curly hair and smiled. Everyone told me he had his hair totally different back in the day. He smiled and gave me a hug. “You did great.”
“Thanks.” I said, looking up at him. I could tell he must have broken a lot of hearts way back when. Which reminded me...
“Where’s dad?” I asked, suddenly. My three uncles looked around.
“He was just here.” Frankie said, glancing at the couch where he just sat.
I thought for a moment. “I’ll be right back.” I said, walking away and darting up the stairs. I had a feeling where he was. And I was right. As I walked into our attic, I saw him sitting down on a box in a corner looking at something in his hands. His dark hair fell down on his forehead.
“Dad?” I asked, walking up to him. He sat up abruptly. I could tell he had been crying. He tried to hind it by wiping his eyes. “Hey, baby, what’s up?”
I sat down next to him. “Nothing much. We just watched the E! Story on you guys. Did you watch it?”
My dad nodded. “You were amazing sweetie.”
I gave a smile and then looked down at his hands. He wiped his eyes again. He showed me what was in his hands: A picture of a young woman and a young man kissing and dancing at their wedding. It was my mom and dad. I sighed. “She was beautiful...” I missed her so much. Even though I never knew her.
My dad smiled. “You look just like her.”
I stared at the picture. “Dad,” I asked quietly.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Would mom be proud of me?”
My dad gave a small smile, then quietly broke down crying. I had never seen my dad like this before. He never cried. Or yelled, for that matter. I’ve only seen him mad once. And that was the time 6 months ago Frankie let me drive his car around. I accidentally floored it and we crashed into a pole. No one was hurt, though. But when my dad found out, he raised hell. He was saying words I had never heard before. He and Frankie were having a blow-out fight. When I tried to say something, my dad turned around and told me I should be ashamed that I would be so careless with something like a car. He said something else about my mom as well, and I just broke down. It took us a whole week before we talked again. It took him and Frankie a little bit longer. When everything was okay again, my dad told me how he felt when he got the news my mom died, and he never wanted to go through that again. He told me that while hugging both me and Frankie. We swore we’d never do anything like that again. Besides, I don’t think I want to drive until im 17, anyway. I stared at my dad now crying and I bit my lip. Sometimes I would cry over my mom; but I never knew her. It was hard for me to cry over something that didn’t effect me. I asked Joe once if that made me a bad person. He just shook his head and said, “AJ, your mom was an amazing woman. Just know that.”
After a moment, my dad stopped crying and wiped his eyes yet again. He looked at me. “Your mom would be very proud of you, Lorraine.”
I gave my dad a hug. He pulled me into his arms and held me tight. After a moment, we heard footsteps and saw Joe standing by the steps. “Nick, Frankie! They’re up here!”
Within moments every one of them were standing in front of us. Frankie saw the picture in my dad’s hands. “I remember that day. I ate a piece of cake before you cut it.”
Nick smiled. “And Joe got drunk and sung.” He laughed. “And it sounded great...”
Joe smiled back at his brother. “Thanks.”
I looked up at my uncles. Frankie, or the “Bonus Jonas”, was like my older brother. We did everything together. He taught me how to shoot a toy guy, and how to burp my ABC’s. Sure, I never did it. But I know how. I smiled as my eyes traveled to Nick. The shy, cute, romantic one. He always had the answer for anything. I looked at Joe. The loud, funny, and crazy one. It was always fun going over to his house and doing all the crazy stuff. Once, he took me go-carting when he told the family he was taking me out to get ice-cream. And one time he and I made a cake that was made entirely out of peanut butter. Laughing at all the memories with my uncles, I knew I was lucky to have them. But not as lucky as I was to have my dad. I hugged my dad tighter. My dad. Kevin Jonas.
~Kris
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