just jenny [Complete]

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[Chapter 31]

“So that ring...” I started sitting Indian style on the hotel bed amidst the pile of junk food we'd acquired while sorting our haul, after deciding we each needed to get at least one thing from every shop we set foot in.

“Who got this?” he asked holding up a vintage scarf, “what about the ring, you gave it to me.”

“That one’s yours I decided on the purse remember? And not that ring in particular but the purity ring...”I trailed off looking through another bag trying to hide my face. I don't know why I want to know, it's a big part of their public image, but it wouldn't make a difference to me either way.

“Okay…what about the purity ring?”

“Um…is it…you know, real?” I mumbled.

“Yes, it is.” he chuckled shaking his head at me.

“Really?” I asked with a giddy grin. Don't ask why it's so adorable, that he said that. Realistically, so long as he's not going around endangering any body's health it's none of my concern.

“You didn’t believe me?” he laughed eyes wide.

“It's not that...just, I don't know.” I shrugged still smiling wondering how I could ever stay away from him, even though I’ve been crushing on him, he’s still my Kevin…well not MY…never mind.

“Well, it's just a promise to respect women, and ultimately myself, enough to wait until I find someone I love to be intimate with. Plus being a rock star, I’m pretty sure I’d have caught something nasty by now if I didn’t wait!” he gagged pulling a face.

“You’re a dork! But a very sweet dork…and that’s true you could catch carnifolous or something!” I gagged laughing.

“What?”

“You know…like what carnival workers have…allegedly, some weird uncharted STD! That’s why you keep your distance no matter how cute!”I stated in mock seriousness. Yes I know I have an odd brand of humor.

“Now who’s the dork?” he asked rolling his eyes.

“Oh, it’s still you.” I grinned skillfully dodging a t-shirt, only to find myself rolling off the bed and onto the floor in an unceremonious heap.

“Are you okay?” Kevin gasped lunging off the bed to my side in seconds, as my body wracked with laughter.

“Ouch!” I gasped between giggle fits.

“Okay, seriously, stop laughing and tell me what hurts!” he laughed my giggle fits obviously contagious.

“Ouch, my ankle.” I finally told him the adrenalin fading enough for the throbbing pain to kick in, causing tears of pain to mix with those of laughter.

“Let me get some ice and then we’ll move you onto the bed…stay there!” he ordered sobering up and going into big brother mode….great just what I need even more of a familial association with my crush.


“Kevin, I’m fine.” I pouted for the thousandth time sitting in the private waiting room Kevin’s celebrity got us at the hospital.

“You’re fine.” He deadpanned.

“Yes.”

“Then why, would you say, your ankle is swollen to twice its size, and sporting a very attractive bruise?” He asked still looking over an old parenting magazine.

“I don’t like hospitals.” I pouted once more, trying a different tactic. I know, kind of, that it’s for the best…but I’m sure it’s just my body being a drama queen. I’ve taken spills before.

“I know, but it’s my fault you’re hurt and if I don’t get you fixed up then I’ll never forgive myself.” Kevin cajoled, draping is arm around me.

“I get hurt all the time, you hardly caused this.”

“It was still on my watch, so what do you say we just make sure, it’s nothing major…then maybe we round up the guys for an official movie night?”

“With candy corn?”

“With candy corn.”

“Okay, fine…hey Kev?”

“Hmm?”

“You were looking up how to head shrink me into staying here, in that magazine weren’t you?” The laughter that immediately followed served to confirm my suspicions.

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[Chapter 32]

I look like Robocop…okay I feel like Robocop. I can’t believe Kevin was right, and I have to wear this stupid walking boot until my ankle heels. As if my coordination wasn’t bad before, now add this thing to the mix.

“So…we let Joe and Nick pick the movies why?” I asked finally breaking the silence as we waited for the two younger Joni to show up.

“Seemed like a good idea at the time.” He shrugged, holding up a Severus Snape shirt, as he continued to sort through all our junk.

“My pile. And you know we’ll be stuck with whatever they get right?”

“Obviously, on both counts…but hopefully Nick will counteract Joe. And I was just wondering WHY you got a Snape shirt.” He smirked climbing into my double bed, the sorting now complete.

“Because I’m a nerd.” I smiled turning my head only to find myself a mere inch from his face…

“Jenny this isn’t over! My baby deserves to know her…”

“Get in here!” Kevin demanded ripping open the door and pulling Joe in, while Nick calmly followed.

“Jenny!” Joe pounced on me, wrapping me in a crushing hug.

“Joey! What was all that about?”

“I just wanted you to let me in as quickly as possible.”

“You’re lucky I’m hurt and only have Kevin to answer to.” I warned trying to keep a straight face as his beefier brother stood towering over both of us.

“I’ll just put in the movie then…” He trailed off going to the other bed where Nick was currently empting the bags they brought in.



“So how exactly did you fall again?” Nick asked from the bed he and Joe had commandeered…though I think Kevin might have had something to do with that, boy is he protective. In a cute way…*gag* I can’t believe I just thought that.

“I was dodging a tee shirt.” I shrugged; trying to focus on the film, for a horror movie there’s a surprising amount of build up.

“So…instead of getting a face full of cotton, you dove for the ground and sprained your ankle?”

“No…I dove for the other side of the bed, only to have stupid physics work against me, and aid my trajectory to the ground.”

“What?” chorused both younger brothers.

“She missed, and landed on the floor.” Kevin clarified, as something weird popped on screen with no warning music or anything!



“Oh, gross…” Joe mumbled behind a pillow, as Nick calmly assured him that it’s just a movie.

While I agree with Nick…I agree with Joe even more, which is why my face is currently buried in the closest thing to my left, which just happens to be Kevin’s arm. How much does it suck by the way, that I can’t even enjoy the amazing muscle toning when I know I have to check back to see if the gross part is over?

Just as I’m about to turn my head, to check the screen I feel a large hand stop me while Kevin’s other arm wraps around my shoulders. “I’ll let you know when it’s safe to look.” he breaths into my ear…oh yeah this battle is SO lost.

On the up side, I have a new appreciation for horror films…



Four hours, two pain killers, and a huge bag of candy corn later, found me draped over Kevin’s chest as the end credits of ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ flickered on screen.

“You suck right now.” I mumbled painkillers making my head all fuzzy, but with enough sense to keep it down, only Kevin and I are still standing…figuratively.

“Why is that?” he asked clearly amused.

“You’re comfortable.” I explained snuggling in closer…if you can believe that.

“And that’s a bad thing?” he chuckled.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“You’re not supposed to want to cuddle with your best friend.” Oh, my gosh…I can’t believe I just said that! That people is why I don’t like hospitals, they get you all hocked up on pain meds, and who knows what’ll come out!

“We’ve never been just friends though.” He reasoned.

What does that even mean? Is it a come on? Or does it just mean he likes me but won’t take it further? Am I reading too much into this? My brain feels fuzzy, I said that right?

“So, then this is okay?” I asked not moving.

“I’m not complaining.” He whispered into my hair, tightening his grip slightly.

“Just don’t hurt me.”

“What?” Crap, crap, crap! Shut up mouth! Communicate with brain before talking to Kevin!!!

“My foot, don’t kick. The brace is off.”

“Oh, right… don’t worry.” Psh! Yeah, like that’ll ever happen, me not worrying.

“Jenny?”

“Mmm?”

“Why are you still single? For real, not the you’re scared thing.”

“I don’t know…nobody’s interested I guess.” I sighed trying to look up at him.

“I saw the guy at the bookstore though, so I know that’s not true.”

“But I don’t know bookstore guy so he doesn’t really count.”

“Still, you can’t really think that nobody is interested.”

“Not that I know of.”

“Are you interested in anyone?” he asked after a few seconds.

“Doesn’t really matter.”

“Why not?”

“Even if I am…were, I’m old fashioned enough not to want to make the first move.” I sighed. “I know that sounds lame, and I’m not asking for a whole lot from a guy, I just want to feel like the girl…like I’m taken care of.”

“I thought you didn’t like people fussing over you.”

“I don’t, but sometimes I want to stop being in control of everything and know it’ll still be okay. Unlike you guys, I really do live alone, and work and pay the bills…all without my family or many close friends there to look out for me. So a boyfriend would have to kind of help fill that role a little, you know?”

“So, it would be okay for a boyfriend to protect you?” he asked, “like, if he wanted to, you’d let him cook for you, or fend off losers?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled “I might still want to do those things myself tough, but once in a while…it would be nice. Plus, I would want to take care of him too sometimes.”

“Like how?”

“Well I can cook, or if he needs it, I can listen, and most days I can even change a tire and fend off skanks. I know guys tend to not want to talk, and I can’t really solve most problems, but I could probably help him work through them…if he let me.” I sighed, his heard beet is lulling me to sleep. Stay awake!

“Jenny?”

“Hmm?”

“You know I’ll always take care of you right?” Okay that woke me up! Well it woke my brain up, my body’s all stupid feeling, though I think my heart just jumped out of my chest.

“Yeah, baby I know…Kevin?”

“Hm?”

“You know the same goes for you right?”

After an impossible silence I finally heard him respond, “Yeah, I know darlin’. Now get some sleep.” he breathed into my hair.

“’Kay, night.”

“G’night.”

At least out loud…I won’t say I’m in love….sha na na na na na *sigh*

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[Chapter 33]

“It’s not funny!” I pouted, as Chief’s gruff demeanor crumbled under hysterics. “Okay…not that funny!”Funny is what I aim to write after all.

“You’re telling me, that not only did you hurt your foot, falling out of bed…dodging a t-shirt, but you also somehow managed to get pulled on to the luggage carousel on your way home?” he asked trying to keep a straight face.

“It’s not my fault I couldn’t properly plant my feet to pull the stupid suitcase off! Plus who makes those things anyway? They should know better than to make those conveyer belts so strong!” Well it’s true!

My first day back and this is the reception I get, sure Chief loved all the pieces I wrote for the LA series of the article, but it can get a little taxing being the butt of my own joke every once in a while.

I think the pain meds, just make me sensitive, though I haven’t taken them since I got back…so maybe I’m secretly addicted and going through withdrawal!

Maybe I can get on Dr. Drew. Sure I’m no real celebrity, but I didn’t know who half those people on the last season were anyway. Plus if I do get on Dr. Drew, I’m sure he could help me with my Kevin issue! Not that there really is an issue, things between us seem great, only they’re not really the same.

Does that make sense?

It’s like overnight we went from not talking, to close…to flirting? Well I’ve always kind of flirted, but now it seems he’s laying it on pretty thick, but just as quickly as a saucy comment comes, he reverts to cool, casual, buddy, Kevin, and I’m left trying to figure out if I’m reading too much into it.

GAH!

Not even Dr.Drew could decipher the inner workings of my coffee brain I’m sure, plus then all of this crazy in my head stuff would be televised, and on the off chance that Kev does think of me as just a friend things would be awkward. Or, even worse, if he doesn’t, and does like me…my blabbing our personal lives to the world might make him rethink things.

“So does that work for you?” oops, still at work!

“Um, which part?” try and figure out what he’s talking about!!!

“The whole thing. We’ll space out these five pieces, the comic strip continues as usual, and next week we’ll meet with the higher ups about you starting a blog, something more interactive, like “Jenny’s top picks” or something…places you like to eat, shoes, hats…people want to know you kid.” Wow…I blocked out all that!?

“Sounds, great chief, just one question though.”

“Shoot.”

“What do I do about the column now? Is it still something I’m doing? Do I just have a four week vacation from it?” I’m inquisitive, can you tell?

“It’s called a break. With everything in development you should be happy for the breather. Yes, after the fifth one is published, you’ll continue as usual, but these few weeks will help you figure out a work schedule in which to incorporate the blog or whatever else these people think you should be doing.”

“Cool beans, just checking.”

“So, I’d say enjoy the week, keep off the foot and get to drawing I don’t want you slaking off.”

“Sure thing boss!” I sang out, as I hobbled my way back to my desk, which as you might imagine is littered with half finished sketches.

So, naturally…having technically already started on my drawing for the week, I decided to check my email.


To: [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]
Subject:



Hey,

Sorry I haven’t really been in touch since you left but we’ve been swamped! I hardly have time to breathe let alone talk to my favorite girl!

Have I mentioned how glad I am we’re talking again? I felt like such a jerk when you were mad at me, and I couldn’t find a way to fix it, because we’ve never really had a fight like that before, and then so much time passed and once we did make up, I couldn’t help but think things were going to be weird between us…

This email is making things weird isn’t it? Sorry

I’m just glad things worked out, and we still share a brain. Speaking of which…

How’s your ankle? Don’t ask how that’s a “speaking of which” It just is

So, I know this is going to sound lame, but I was wondering what you were doing for Christmas? Not that that’s the only reason I emailed you…but you see every year our family has this huge party with a bunch of family and some Disney stars in our main house in TX and I was wondering if you wanted to come?

As my date maybe?

I can’t believe I just asked you out over an email, but it’s not like a real date, date. As in we don’t have to tell people we’re dating, just you know...go with me? I can fly to NYC early get some shopping done, then we can fly to TX together, and you could stay at my house it’s right down the street from where my parents and bros live, only nobody to yell at us if we pig out!



Now I’m stressed,

Kev


To: [e-mail]
From: [e-mail]
Subject: RE:

Hey,

I’ve been swamped too, in fact I have a meeting next week to expand my already massive work load, but it should be fun, so I can’t complain.

As for the glitch in our psychic connection, I know what you mean…I couldn’t bring myself to call you either. We both messed up, but at least we got through it.

Now as for my ankle, it’s better, I can get the boot off in a few days and then I’ll just have to keep it wrapped and no heels for a bit.

Um…okay.

I mean Yes.

I’ll go to your family Christmas party as your date. Or not date…as the case may be.

You don’t have to fly up here if you’re too busy, I can always meet you there, just give me the stats and I’ll find a way to make it all work. Also let me know if Denise needs me to make/take anything for the party.

Chill out babe,

Jenny!



Okay ten times more confused!

So it’s a non-date?

So he likes me but we can’t tell people, or he doesn’t but wants me to go with him…or maybe I should hold off on hurting my brain until we actually get through Christmas!

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[Chapter 34]

Freaking out…

I have six hours before Kevin’s flight is due to arrive, and while the idea of spending the next few days with him and his family sounds great, last time he came to New York alone we broke up!

Not that we were dating, but still!!!

Once he gets here we’ll have about two days of shopping (Kevin’s idea) before heading out to Texas where I’ll stay at his place, and then we’ll do Christmas eve at the Big Jonas House, then We’ll all fly back for the guys to do New Years in Time square.

Thank you internet, for saving my jobs.

Nope I’m not stressed!

“Cruisin' my house, Buggin' my phone…When will I be left alone?” blasted from my cell phone just as I was working myself into a full on fit.

“Hey Nicky, what’s up?”

“Should be asking you the same thing.” I can hear him smirk!

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, I know you. And more importantly, I know how you feel about my oldest brother.”

“Nick…” I sighed, as much as I hate freaking out, I don’t like talking about not real relationships even less, I feel like I’m getting everyone’s hopes up.

“Jen…come on, are you okay spending all that time alone with him? I can find an excuse to crash the trip if you need me to.”

“That’s sweet, but we’ve been friends forever it seems, so I’m sure we can get by a couple of days alone.” I laughed, what’s little Nicky gonna do anyway?

“Okay, just let me know if he pulls any funny stuff okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“He’s your brother. If anything happens, I will not let you in on it.”

“Jenny…he’s a guy! Guys pull stuff I know!”

“You know? How do you know?”

“Um..I mean..aw jeeze, nothing. I’m just trying to ease into the best friend role, in case you guys end up being more than friends.” He sighed making me giggle.

“Thanks hon, if you want we could talk, but no Kevin bashing okay?”

“Deal…jeeze you got it bad”

“Shut up!”

“You know it’s true.”

“Fine, but see here’s the thing. Ever since we made up, Kev and I seem to be…friendlier? I don’t know how to put it. We’re still the same as before, it’s not like we’re making out (sorry for the visual!) only I think he’s flirting more…maybe I just notice it more? I don’t know why I’m stressed, it’s not like we could work out.” I sighed.

“Okay ew, but you’re forgiven I asked for it. But maybe he’s trying to ease you into thinking of him romantically, and I think you could work out.” He suggested.

“But I’ve always thought of him romantically!” shit! “I mean, I don’t think he needs to ease me into it.” Stupid mouth!

“Nice save. I’m just saying, that up until recently he was caught up in his ex, and maybe…I can’t speak for him because he won’t let me in on any Jenny info since I told him off for the whole fight thing, he didn’t want to get into anything with you because he didn’t want to lose you.”

“Nick, don’t defend me against your brother! Okay, not unless he’s really being a jerk! What does him losing me have to do with this? We still went on hiatus without the dating.”

“Exactly, the no dating rule won’t guarantee you stay in his life…If you hit a home run, why walk the bases?” What?

“That made no sense.”

“Just saying, he lost you once anyway, so if not dating won’t keep you in his life, why not go for what he really wants?” insightful little booger.

“And you think dating me is what he really wants?”

“I’m not saying that’s what’s going on, just that it’s a possibility.”

“Thanks...why not just ask me out point blank?”

“Even I know you’d think it was some kind of pity date, or rebound thing if he just asked you the second you started talking again. The fact that he still hasn’t asked you out is a little shocking actually, I was sure he’d of cracked by now.” So he didn’t tell his brothers.

Ouch?

Maybe?

That’s bad right? But he did say it wasn’t a date in the classical sense…and he refuses to let Nick know about anything that may hurt me or our relationship, so it could be a positive thing?

I’m going to kill a Jonas!

My brain hurts.

“Right.”

“But he did invite you to our Christmas party, and since you’ll be staying with him, that means that you’re showing up together…that’s a start.”

“Is it though? Maybe not… I am just his dorky friend Jenny after all.”

“It’s got to be a date…and if it isn’t get a killer dress and make it one!” came another voice on the line.

“JOE!!!” Nick and I both yelled.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist you shouldn’t have used the house line Nick.”

“Uhh, does everyone know about this then?” I sighed.

“Kind of…but still, it’s kind of a big deal, Kevin NEVER lets people stay at his place…claims it’s like his sanctuary or something.” Joe chirped.

“I guess…but what if I just end up breaking my own heart here trying to go after Kevin?”

“Then we’ll help you stick it back together, and set you up with every guy we know.” Nick deadpanned, letting me know he thinks I’m being a drama queen.

“Okay, fine. Thank you guys, but I have to shower, and make myself look human if I’m planning on dress shopping without Kevin.”

“Get something sexy! “ Joe yelled as I hung up.

After trudging through the stupid New York cold…no snow just slush, I finally spotted the perfect dress. Sexy, but not overtly sexual…looking at the price tag, I’ve never been happier to work three jobs! Sure I hang out with celebs, but I can’t afford to shop like one often.

Now I’m making coffee and attempting to pack, but it’s hard knowing Kevin will be here any…

The knocking on the door interrupted my train of thought, only having enough foresight to zip up my garment bag before running (no I’m not excited) to answer the door.

“You ordered an elf?” Came Kevin’s cheeky smile as I opened the door, stepping back to let him in. Not two seconds after crossing the threshold and depositing his bag on the floor he scooped me up in a classic Kevin bear hug, spinning me around a few times. “I missed you.” He whispered before letting me go.

“I missed you too, though you’re awfully tall for an elf.”

“Yeah, well I think it was all the coffee…caused a growth spurt.”

“Hey! I drink lots of coffee, does that mean I’m tall too?”

“…I’m gonna say no.”

“Jerk.”

“Honest.”

“Cold.”

“What?”

“I’m cold, we should close the door.” I giggled, as he mockingly glared at me.

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[Chapter 35]

“Kevin, my feet hurt!” I pouted as we sifted through the clothing racks at an upscale thrift store…yeah that sounds stupid to me too, but they only sell vintage designer stuff, not clothes us little people…like me, sort of, can own.

“Your feet hurt?” he asked raising the eyebrow I’ve come to know and love so well.

“Yes? And I'm hungry!” I added handing him a leather jacket to try on.

“That sounds more like it” he laughed...hey!

“Would you stop picking on me, and feed me already!” I glared.

“Not until you pick something...” he shrugged, he's so annoying…in a cute way.

“You have got to be kidding!” I pouted.

“How am I supposed to know what you want me to get you, if you won’t even pick stuff for yourself?”

“Kevin, you can’t get me anything that…never mind.”

“I can’t get you what?” he asked worried.

“Nothing, never mind. I was just going to say, that anything from this store is too costly a gift…but that’s not fair to you.”

“Explain.” He requested crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head to the side.

“Well, most people don’t have the financial resources you do so price relation is different. But that being said I certainly don’t expect, or even condone your spending lots of money on me. I just think I know you well enough to have figured out, that if you like something for someone the price tag is the last thing you think of. That is until you make sure to remove it so they can’t see how much it really set you back.” I smirked at the last part. “But, remember I really don’t expect a lavish gift.”

“Thank you.”

“For letting you spend money on me? That’s weird even for you Kev.”

“No, for clarifying that it’s not expected, but still being okay with the fact that it’s going to happen. If I like something for you I’m going to get it, it’s the way I am…I just” here he leaned down to stage whisper “love to shop” as if the world didn’t already know!

“Your secret’s safe with me.” I whispered back reaching for a fedora just beyond his shoulder.

“Kevin?”

“Don’t ask when we can eat.” He called out not even bothering to look my way, as we shoved our way through New York shoppers.

“But I’m hungry…and cold!” I’d say my arms hurt from lugging all these bags, but we left those in the car at the parking garage.

“I know, but I told you…we can eat when we get to the restaurant.”

“Will I like it?”

“You’re hungry right? You’ll like it…and we’re here.” He grinned stopping in front of a tiny pizza joint, before holding the door open for me.

“It’s pizza.”

“It’s pizza.” He confirmed.

“We could have ordered out for pizza.”

“Not this pizza.” He shook his head, steering me towards an empty table.

“They don’t deliver?”

“They do, but you’re hungry now, not in an hour…and it’s better fresh.”

“You’re lucky I like pizza,” I informed him looking over the menu.

“Luck? I wouldn’t have picked something you don’t like.” He laughed, “I know how scary you can be, plus little known fact…I like pizza too.”

“Okay, so…New York pizza, with Texas hot sauce, extra cheese, and you like to shop and love coffee?” I asked between bites “So, Mr. Jonas…what exactly is wrong with you?” I asked quirking an eyebrow…or trying to.

“Nothing of course!” he gasped overdramatically.

“Then why pray tell, are you still single?” I asked smirking.

“I don’t know…”he smirked back, leaning over the table, “you tell me.” Whoa, intense eyes.

“Must be the company you keep, I tend to scare girls off.” I grinned. Why did I go into joke mode? He was right there!

“Is that so?” he chuckled taking a sip of his soda, “We’ll then I guess you’ll have to be the only girl I hang out with for a while, ‘cause I’m not losing you again. I went through major withdrawal it was like no coffee or junk food!”

“Kevin?”

“Yes dear?” came the amused reply...I think he means I'm a nag.

“You have too many brothers.” I stated matter matter-of-factly as we hauled our purchases up the stairs.

“I say that every time we go on tour.” He grumbled also lagged by the weight of the bags.

“But you need them then, right now? Nope not looking as useful, too bad I like them and all.” I sighed reaching the door and fidgeting with the lock.

“Here let me get that, I know it sticks.” He offered remembering our last phone conversation where I threatened to take off the whole stupid door and just let people take my stuff for all the good it does me locked inside when I’m stuck out here.

“Thanks.”

“Any time,” he smiled as he held open the door, for me before depositing all out junk on the couch. “Though you have a point, I have grown rather attached to those little heathens.” He sighed dramatically starting to put the groceries we stopped for away as I went to put his bag in my bedroom.

“You know you don’t have to help with that right?” I asked cornering him in the kitchen.

“You know you don’t have to let me stay here right?” he asked stepping closer to me in a silent challenge.

“If you’re going to let me take care of you, lodging counts.” And she walks on the edge of the cliff just for kicks? I laugh at uselessly reckless people, yet here am flirting with danger…well more accurately his older brother.

“Noted. But if you, are going to let me try and take care of you, that means I get free reign of the kitchen every once in a while…especially when I suggested the grocery store so I could make you dinner.” He countered leaning into me “…so out, until I say you can come back.” he smirked.

“But I can help.”

“Nope.”

“But I’m good in the kitchen…I’ll even do what you say like a helper!”

“Sorry, this is called doing a nice thing. You get to go in there” he pointed towards the hall where my room is located, “and finish packing. We leave the day after tomorrow at two am, so that gives us about twenty six hours in the city.”

“Fine…but then can I help?”

“No, but you can sit in here and watch.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, and remember we’ll wrap the gifts over there so you can go ahead and pack those too.” He called after me, not that it took much effort in a one bedroom apartment.

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[Chapter 36]

“Mmm, that smells good, what do you want to drink?” I asked from my perch on the counter…were I’ve been exiled for the remainder of the cooking process.

“I can get the drinks too you know. It’s part of the deal when I run the kitchen.”’

“I know, but I can help.” I shrugged hoping to look cute, swinging my feet.

“I know you can, but what do you say to waiting until some other meal? Let this one be on me.” He smiled turning off the stove and reaching for some glasses.

“Okay. When do I get my kitchen back exactly?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering if I’m on dish duty or not.”

“Not tonight. Now come on, go sit at the table while I finish up in here.” He suggested tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“’Kay.”

Can I just say, it’s really hard not to do everything for myself in my own place? But I don’t hate it…he’s a little bossy, but then again so am I.

“Here you go.” He said placing two plates of meat balls on the table, before going back to get the sodas and garlic bread. Guess he’s not looking to kiss me tonight, but I do love the garlic, so it’s a hard decision. Make her happy or get a kiss…which would also make her happy (her being me), just saying!

Okay that train got a little derailed, back to reality please!

“Thank you, this looks amazing.”

“Sure it looks great, but wait till you taste it before you thank me.” He chuckled.

Nodding my head, I wearily eyed my plate and slowly, and dramatically cut a tiny piece off the first meat ball. Inspecting it for a few seconds, I then dipped it back in the sauce and finally put it in my mouth chewing slowly. “You’re right.”

“What? Is it bad?” he asked cutting into his own and taking a bite out of it.

“No, it’s great, and now I can properly thank you.” I grinned at his glare.

“I should make you do dishes for that little stunt missy.”

“You’re just mad because I was right the first time.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep, you just can’t stand that my nose knows when food tastes good.”

“That was lame.”

“But the food’s good.” I shrugged dipping my bread in the sauce.

“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” He asked scrubbing the last dish, as I once again sat on the counter top.

“Not sure, we got all the gifts today right? So there’s no real need to shop.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, I think so. Do you have something to wear to the party? Sorry I forgot to mention it’s a little dressy, we could always go find you a dress if you’d like.” He suggested.

“It’s fine, I got something the other day actually when Joe called and asked me if I’d gotten one already…he wanted to give me his input.” I laughed recalling the last time Joe tried to dress me.

“Oh…okay then, we’ll find something else to do.” He shrugged a little disappointed.

“You wanted to go dress shopping with me.” I accused eyes wide.

“What no…what for?” he denied putting the glasses away.

“Then why didn’t you tell me I needed one?”

“I forgot.”

“Really you forgot, so you can look at me right now…with a straight face, and repeat that?” I challenged.

“Okay, so I wanted to get you the dress, but I wasn’t about to buy you one without your input so I figured we could go together, and I’d convince you to let me pay.” He sighed leaning on the counter next to me.

“That’s very thoughtful, but I got this one.”

“I know you can pay for it Jen, but I invited you, so I was going to get you the dress, have you stay with me…you know not put you out at all. Like a vacation form everything except the fun stuff.”

“I understand, but I got a dress already, and hey maybe you can think of it as your gift.”

“The dress?” he asked looking me up and down, “hate to break it to you, but if it fits you…it won’t fit me.”

“No, seeing me in the dress, like a surprise! Hey it’s not every day you see me all dolled up right? Not that it’s a great sight, but still.”

“I’ve seen you dolled up a few times, but okay. And just so you know, it is a pretty great sight, although I like this look too.” He added brushing my ever messy curls away from my face.

“Thank you, again for tonight.” I whispered, suddenly my normal voice seeming too loud for the intimate moment. Placing my hand on his shoulder I slowly leaned in to kiss him…on the cheek. Cop out I know, but my heart was pounding, and I couldn’t breathe and what if I fell after our first kiss? That sould be so like me, and such the moment killer!

“It was my pleasure.” He smiled, bumping my shoulder with his own.

“Oh my gosh, look!” I squealed pointing out the window, now only killing the moment, but obviously scaring the heck out of the poor guy who cooked me dinner. Jumping off the counter and running out to the living room, I climbed out on the fire escape to twirl in the new falling snow.

That genius idea was short lived, as the actual cold of the snow registered and I dashed back in, “Son of a nutcracker! It’s COLD!!!” I yelled jumping around trying to get warm.

“Come here.” Kevin instructed, obviously having foreseen this particular mishap, and already holding open a down comforter I’d left on the couch for me to step into. Quickly making my way into the comforter, and consequently his arms, I struggled to keep my teeth from chattering. “I could have told you snow is cold.” He whispered conspiratorially as he led me over to the couch.

“I know, but its Christmas snow…I wasn’t thinking about the cold.”

“It’s not really Christmas yet though.”

“Still the first snow of Christmas.” I reasoned snuggling into his embrace, my toes no longer numb.

“I’ll give you that, but next time try and think it through…I don’t want you too sick to enjoy my company.”

“So you’ll only take care of me when I don’t need it?” I giggled.

“No, I’ll always take care of you, but chances are you’ll like me better when you’re not miserable and your body isn’t staging mutiny.”

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[Chapter 37]

“Maybe it's much too early in the game. Ooh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same…What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?” I sang to myself as I made coffee.

I love Christmas, and even more I love the music. I'm not kidding, Christmas music is on my iPod year round, and I go through my Christmas movies every two months or so.

“Well, unfortunately I have to work sweetie, but I do have to take a pretty lady on my arm…if you’re up for it?” Came the husky whisper in my ear, Kevin having obviously just woken up, and may I just say morning voice...so hot...I mean yeah, never mind.

“I’d love to." I grinned turning around. "Did my off key singing wake you? I can’t seem to help myself around Christmas.” I shrugged apologetically.

“Not at all, I was just coming to let you know I’m going to jump in the shower if you needed anything from the restroom before I do?”

“Nope, you’re good.”

“Okay, I’ll be quick.” He smiled turning to walk away, “Oh, and I like your singing.” He grinned kissing me on the cheek leaving a stupid grin in his wake.

Okay, so aside from the mutated butterflies in my stomach, having Kevin here just seems second nature. I’m so comfortable with him, that I find myself not thinking about it when I kiss him (on the cheek, no lip action as of yet) goodnight, or when I grab his hand to navigate through the crowded streets…is that bad?

Even if things don’t work out…I’m stupidly in love with this dork! Well, I’m assuming this is what love feels like, given I’ve never really felt like this before.

Of course it’s during my big love epiphany that Kevin decided to stage his reappearance, looking all drool worthy in a black singlet and jeans, his hair still damp from the shower.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” he asks filling a cup of coffee and joining me on the couch.

“Not sure, shopping’s done…packing’s done. Nothing left to do but hang out.” I shrugged

“And do what?”

“Nothing, watch movies…anything.”

“Anything?”

“…legal.” I clarified the gleam in his eye scaring me a bit.

“Well, you could always sing for me.” He smirked reaching for my guitar.

“No. Not that.” I laughed shoving the guitar out of his reach.

“Why not?” he pouted, yes he used those big hazel eyes, and that adorable pout on me!

“Singing’s your gig, not mine.”

“Exactly, if I sing it’s work…if you sing it’s fun!”

“Nice try, but you still have to play, and that’s like work too.”

“Not the same I love playing. Come on, it’s Christmas.” He smiled sweetly.

“Kevin, no.” I laughed. “You’re around musicians all the time, not to mention you probably have perfect pitch…I’m not singing for you.”

“But I’ve already heard you sing, and you’re not bad at all, in fact had the song progressed it may have been really, really good.” He tried.

“Thank you, but singing when I’m not thinking about it, and singing here, for you…not the same thing. Now the pressure is on, and there’s no way I’ll even sound okay.” I reasoned.

“Okay, I’ll drop it…for now. Let’s just relax for a while.” He suggested leaning back into the couch, pulling me into his side as he grabbed the blanket I keep in the living room. “For the record, you don’t have to be nervous around me, It’s not like I’ll make fun of you if you’re off key.”

“I know that, but I care what you think…for better or worse your opinion matters to me, so it’s kind of a no win thing. Unless like this morning I’m doing something without thinking about it…it’s the putting me on the spot that freaks me out.” I laughed.

“I guess that makes sense, I’m just so used to being on stage, that even if I get butterflies, I perform well, it’s what I’ve been trained to do.”

“And I’ve been trained to sit at a desk, hiding under a hat, making a cartoon version of me, so I’m never really exposed. This whole public figure thing really did blind side me.” I shrugged.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Well, I kind of get you in the press a lot.”

“That’s not what I was referring to anyway. I mean more along the lines of when we first met, that one guy calling me out. It started before you, and sure our relationship fueled the fire, but the ball was already rolling.”

“Do you hate it?”

“The recognition?” I asked looking up at him. “No, I’m glad I can make people laugh with my work, and the more people know me, the more people know what I do.” I shrugged.

“Jenny?”

“Yeah Kev?”

“Why are we even awake and showered a this early with nothing to do” he asked causing me to giggle.

“Well, it’s Christmas! And everybody knows I can’t ever seem to sleep too long around the holidays.” I told him excitedly.

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, I’ve been going on about Christmas since July…” I reminded him.

“Hm, well I know what we could do all day.”

“What’s that?”

“Sleep,” he smirked closing his eyes and securing both arms around me so I couldn’t move.

“Even all keyed up on coffee?”

“Yes.” Tightened his hold on me chuckling.

“Kevin…” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Yes?”

“It’s too quiet.” which is saying something in the city.

“What if I sing to you? Will you sleep then?” he sighed.

“You mean work? You can’t do that!” I gasped trying to get up for effect, but he anticipated it not letting me move, as he laughed. Stupid big *cough* sexy *cough* arms.

“Yes, I can. Christmas songs don’t count. Now close your eyes, relax, and go to sleep.” He growled, in the worst Grinch voice.

“Okay, night Kev.”

“Night, now shh, song time.”

“Shutting up now.”


“Christmas, Christmas time is near…” he started quietly causing me to chuckle, earning me squeeze on my shoulder. Jeeze I’ll shut up.”Time for toys and time for cheer. We've been good, but we can't last…hurry Christmas, Hurry fast. Want a plane that loops the loop… “


“Me, I want a Hula-Hoop.” I added half mumbled, sleep not too far away.

“We can hardly stand the wait, please Christmas don't be late.”

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[Chapter 38]

“You all set?” Kevin asked as I grabbed my sketchbook from my work station and quickly looked around the room.

“Yep, look out Texas here we come!” I giggled.

Romy and “Why did we watch ‘Michele's High School Reunion’ again?” he asked wearily.

“My pick, of non-Christmas movie” I shrugged lugging my bags down the stairs.

“Never letting you do that again, I still have ‘Time After Time’ lodged in my brain.”

“Me too.”

“Good song,”

“But over used, I know.” I sighed trying to shove my bag in the back of the SUV.

“Here let me get that,” Kevin offered lifting it effortlessly into the trunk, before opening my door….that doesn’t happen often, or ever.

“Thank you.” I mumbled.

He has to stop being so sweet! Seriously, how’s a girl supposed to know where she stands when a guy cooks her dinner, acts impossibly sweet…then makes no mention of an actual date, in fact he went out of his way to say it was a non-date in an email a couple of weeks ago.

That’s another thing, did he change his mind? Why call it a date only to retract it? Is he even interested in any kind of romantic commitment…with me? Sure, I may be out of practice here, but I know enough to know that from an outsiders point of view we’re involved…the question is how involved? Does he want to take this further, make it public…is he just lonely?

I’m not awake enough for this, and I’m pretty awake, I just don’t think I’m ever awake enough for this.

Boys suck.

“So do you have the travel info?” I asked coming out of my silent rant, the silence getting loud enough to drive me insane, like I need the help.

“Yeah, we’ll have to fly commercial (first class but still) since the family took the private plane to Texas, and I figured a charter would be less safe in this weather. Loved Patsy Cline, and Richie Valens, just don’t want to go out like them.”

“Oh how will I ever live with the disappointment?” I deadpanned, like I’ve never flown commercial.



“Kevin!” I whispered from my window seat, trying to draw as little attention to us as possible .We were lucky enough to get on the plane without much incident just a few pictures with some of the employees, but mobbing with nowhere to run may not be the best thing.

“What?” He whispered back leaning his face closer to mine.

“I don’t want to watch this movie.” I gestured to the small screen above us.

“So don’t.”

“Then talk to me!” shouting in whisper is fun.

“You’re the one who started whispering! We can’t stop now, and having a full conversation like this will draw even more attention to us.” He smirked.

“We can write notes!”

“Notes?”

“Yes, it’s like text messaging gone way old school.” I smirked pulling out my sketchbook and a couple of sketching pens.

‘See! It’s just as fast. ’ I wrote and placed the sketchbook in Kevin’s lap.

‘Dork.’

‘’

‘Not cool, when you can just draw your expression all cute and comic like’ he wrote and then held it up for me to see, pointing at my caricature for emphasis.

‘But this is fun no?’

‘Yeah, even though you keep writing in a different direction.’

‘Something you can’t do with text!’

‘I can’t believe we’re passing notes.’

‘Well, I guess I could read a book, but then you’d be all alone!’

‘And sleeping at 3am is out of the question why?’

‘We slept all day.’

‘But we’ll get to Texas and start our day, with settling in, family time, gift wrapping…then tomorrow is D-Day.’

‘Jonas we fall asleep now, and I guarantee people will talk.’

‘?’

‘Mini me over there keeps looking over at you squinting.’ I gestured to a preteen girl with curly brown hair and glasses, jamming out to her iPod…pen poised over a notebook.

‘So what you’re really saying is, you can’t keep your hands off me even in your sleep? ’ He didn‘t just write that!

‘And that’s where Joe get’s it from.’

‘Didn’t deny it.’

‘Not only are you a great pillow, but you’re always warm.’

‘’

‘shut up’

‘Not making a sound…this note thing really worked out XD’

‘You know I can see you not actually laughing right?’ I wrote then did my best Jonas brow for effect.

‘Fun sucker’

‘Freaky Friday!!! Good non-Xmas pick btw!’

‘You know we can just watch TV on my laptop right?’

‘What do you have?’

‘Terminator: Sarah Conner Chronicles?’‘Nothing says Christmas like cyborgs.’ I grinned.

Wait, where did this go wrong? I could have gotten an answer there! Gah, stupid best friend banter reflex, why didn’t I write something like, ‘…people will talk, unless of course you don’t mind.’ Then maybe given his reaction I could have discerned if I’m in fact staying at my boyfriend’s house or just a boy friend’s house.

Right, like I’m anywhere near that coy.

Did I just think that? No, I am not dating Kevin unless he asks me on a real date. Or to officially go out with him, there I have a plan. Now let’s just hope I can stick to it.

“Can I just say, I love cyborg humor?” I gushed as we made our way to the baggage claim.

“I know, so lifeless and ironic!”

“Yes! Though I’m…”

“A little scared to turn on your computer now?” he cut me off, “me too.” We both shivered overdramatically. “Though I must admit,” he added “I’m a little more scared of you.” He smirked.

“Me!?” I asked mock shocked. Great I scare the guy...

“You just slipped an autographed cd in that little girl’s bag, without being spotted.”

“First off, she’d hate you for calling her a little girl, and second I’m awesome, and even if she’s not a fan she can sell it for some spending money on e-bay.” I grinned as we got to the baggage claim. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“Get the bags, oh I see them.” He broke off pulling our stuff effortlessly from the conveyer belt which is just wrong by the way. Why does he get the nice conveyer belt when I have to take a ride on the evil one to get my stuff? “Then take a cab to my place, where I have a car, and get you settled in.”

After a quick car ride we reached the Kevin’s place, and unloaded our bags, and then Kevin went to pay the driver which left me to fully take in the view. His house is amazing, beautiful two stories high, with an immaculately manicured lawn.

Kevin’s unexpected voice in my left ear almost had me jumping out of my skin, “Wait until you see what’s inside”.

“This place is amazing.” I gushed, taking in the clean earthy feel, mixed with some of the most incredible Christmas decorations I’ve ever seen. Everything seemed covered in deep reds, with green and gold accents making the white marbled floor and mantle gleam.

“Thank you, but I can’t take the credit.” He said sheepishly, “mom really did the bulk of the decorating, I just picked the house.”

“Well it looks like a good choice from here.” I laughed.

“It’s nice, office, music room, master bedroom, spare bedroom with bunk beds for my brothers three and a half bath, pool, living room where actual living happens, then the useless formal living room and formal dining room I was planning to hold business meetings in.” He said the last part with an eye roll.

“Okay, so there’s no kitchen, that sucks, but what’s wrong with the business meeting idea?” I asked.

“There is a kitchen, an amazing kitchen with a breakfast nook where I take all my meals,” he laughed, “but why would I have any business stuff held here when everyone is already at the larger house? Just makes sense to have everything there, plus I don’t really have people over here save for my family and the band maybe.”

“Okay I can see that.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, so what do you say we take all this stuff upstairs, we can shower and get into some fresh Texas weather clothes, and then we head out to do some grocery shopping and maybe grab a bite? Because I have nothing in this fridge, at all…maybe we should eat first actually then go grocery shopping.” He chuckled!

“Sounds like a plan, then later I can make lunch and we can wrap all those gifts!”

“Nope, we’ll order in for lunch, you missy are on vacation!”

“What about an easy pop it in the oven food?”

“Is it frozen?” He asked pulling a face.

“No, but I’ll let you help me.” I bargained.

“Deal.”

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[Chapter 39]

After a quick breakfast, we managed to make it to and from the grocery store without being mobbed, though we did take a lot of pictures, and by we, I mean Kevin posed with a fan or fan’s mom while I snapped the shots. Now we’ve turned the vast floor space between the formal living room and dining room into a makeshift Santa’s Workshop, and let me tell you, marble floors…are cold!

“So….Kevin?”

“Yes?” he asked suspiciously.

“What exactly did you tell your family we were doing this morning?”

“What why?”

“I just got a text from Joe asking me if we were awake yet…and then another to stop sleeping with his brother.”

“He what!?!”

“It’s Joe, he’s bored.”

“Yeah, he’s always bored, that’s why I told him we needed to sleep before meeting up with the family after lunch, couldn’t have him busting in here.”

“So what do I reply?”

“What would you normally reply when you’re asleep?”

“Sleep go away?” I laughed, “but if I’m asleep wouldn’t I ignore it? I’m not exactly a light sleeper.”

“So ignore it, you should be wrapping things up anyway.” He mocked.

“I am! In fact I’ve done more than you!”

“That’s to be expected though.”

“Why?”

“You are elf sized.” He smirked, about a second before I threw a bow at him.

“Hey that’s sizest! And I’m not that small, just really good at wrapping presents; it was always my job when I was younger.”

“You know I was kidding, no need to get all violent. But how does one get a present wrapping job?” he asked amused.

“I was a hyper child, so to calm me down, I was always helping with the decorations and gift wrapping, before long it was just easier to have me do it I guess. Not everyone enjoys this part of Christmas as much as me I suppose.”

“I’ll bet, it can be pretty boring.”

“Is not! Anyway when I moved to New York I worked at Bloomingdales wrapping gifts part time before I got on my feet, so it came in handy.” I shrugged.

“So what was Christmas like as a kid, lots of toys, was there music, was there lots of food?”

“Not too many toys, but at least one or two, there was always music playing and lots of extended family trickling in and out. Saying there was a lot of food though is an understatement, there was anything from tamales, to ham glazed with brown sugar and pineapples, empanadas, turkey, mashed potatoes…just there was more than a lot.” I laughed.

“Sounds like it! That’s a lot of work though isn’t it?”

“I guess, traditionally every smaller family unit brings something for the host as far as food, so by the end of the night it’s a full on buffet, so it’s less work than it seems. If nothing else Christmas Eve was a night of eating, and then at the stroke of midnight we would open all the gifts.” I laughed at his confused expression.

“At midnight?”

“Yep.”

“What would you do Christmas day then?”

“We’d eat leftovers. Everyone kind of makes the rounds again in the morning and we’d all gather eating whatever was left, along with sweet bread and coffee, the kids playing with their new toys…Christmas in my family really is about the foods, and the family aspect of it all. It’s an excuse to be together, and a day to thank God we’re all alive and well and that so many of us can cook!” I laughed. "Did I mention we eat a lot?"

“That sounds fun.”

“It’s loud is what it is…but if you’re up for it, maybe next time my family gets together, you can come with me? It may not be Christmas, but every get together is loud, with lots of food and music.” I shrugged.

“Yeah?” He grinned.

“Yeah.”

“Sweet!” After my slightly impulsive invitation we just sat in silence, listening to Bing Crosby singing Christmas songs, while diligently wrapping gifts. Who knew we were so darn giving? But just as I started to get lost in the melody Kevin broke the easy silence, “Jenny?”

“Hmm?” I asked not looking up from a particularly temperamental gift.

“Are we almost done? Cause all that food talk made me hungry.” He admitted effectively cracking me up.

“Okay, so I’ll cut the chicken, and you can start spreading the beans on all the chips.” I delegated pulling all our lunch fixings out of the fridge, while Kevin got the rest out of the pantry.

"Okay, I can do that.” Kevin exclaimed enthusiastically “So what do we do after I get all the beans on?” he asked opening the bag of tortilla chips.

“Add the shredded cheese, then the chicken and salsa on top. Once they’re all assembled, we pop them in the oven for a few minutes, and wait.” I instructed as if this were of the utmost importance.

“Sweet! What’s for dessert?”

“Already? Jeeze, we haven’t even gotten to the cheese yet!”I laughed. Watching him add beans to the second chip then strategically place it on the cookie sheet so it lined up with the first.

“So no dessert?” he pouted.

“I’m making peppermint coffee ice cream shakes, but I’ll do that once we finish eating it’s not the same if you store them in the freezer.” I caved. “I’ll set the pot of coffee once I’m done chopping though so it cools.”

“Score! Hey I think I’m pretty good at this cooking thing, look how many chips I got covered!” he gushed.

“I thought the meat balls were more impressive than assembling nachos out of precooked ingredients.” I laughed.

“Yeah, but that’s something my mom makes all the time this is like, real Mexican food!”

“Well, real enough in the sense that I’m a Mexican, but I think it’s more Tex-Mex given the canned beans and salsa.”

“Whatever, I’m awesome!”

“Never said you weren’t…just that this isn’t cooking.”

“Kill joy.”

“Keeper of the coffee flavored desserts…”

“I love you?”

“Mm-hmm…”