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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Aug 29, 2008 23:57:24 GMT -5
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it, and that it makes sense because a lot of it is just one long rain of thought. but hopefully i'l have some stuff with all the Joni in it soon.  |
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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Aug 30, 2008 0:00:16 GMT -5
i am so glad you didn't scrap that first part....i LOVED it! i think it was sweet and just wonderful....this whole chapter was good.  of course i can't wait to read more! :)Thanks, Kevin's just too cute to get rid of. But i'm working on the next part, see if we can get some more Joni in there.  |
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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Sept 1, 2008 18:39:33 GMT -5
[Okay so when i started writing the fic, i couldn't wait to get the rest of the family in. When i started writing it i realized that it's really hard to think for like five characters all at once!  ] [Chapter 8]
At 11:59, I received a text from Kevin asking me to meet them outside. Now, I’ve heard about Joe, I’ve read e-mails with his input, heck I’ve even watched a few online videos when bored. But nothing could have prepared me for the red long haired blur that tackled me yelling “JENNNAY!!!” seconds after I stepped out of the building.
Now, I’m assuming (though you should never do that I’m told), that Joe only intended to hug me, maybe pick me up. But you know how two heads are better than one? Yeah, same rule, so does not apply to two severely clumsy people. So because I am me, and Joe…well he’s earned the nickname Danger, lets just put it that way, we ended up in a massive heap on the steps outside of the Daily Observer.
As if the situation wasn’t funny enough, the look of horror on Kevin face, mixed with Nick’s hand covering he forehead just sent me over the edge and I started laughing like a crazy person along with Joe, not even bothering to get up. Well once they saw that I wasn’t hurt, or at least wasn’t mad…as in upset (just letting you know my craziness is yet to be confirmed), the other two Jonas boys doubled over in laughter as well.
“OW!” I laughed.
“Are…y…you okay?” Joe asked holding his side laughing.
“Ye…Yeah, just…ow, laughing…too...ow.” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before laughing again, but then again and Joe was just making it worse. And Kevin and Nick weren’t much help either. After what seemed like forever, but I’m sure was only about a minuet, Nick and Kevin finally calmed down enough to get us off the floor, and away from the fans that were beginning to gather, snapping photos and probably contemplating having us all committed.
“AH! Kev, I’m short and wearing pumps here!” I yelled as he dragged me through an alley not too far behind his brothers. Okay I want to keep my arm in its sock… we stopped? ”Ah!” He just threw me over his shoulder!!!! Hmm, nice view…I mean, what the flip! I am woman hear me roar! Okay, yeah I didn't buy that ether.
Finally we ducked into a pizza parlor, and Kevin put me down. Finding a booth in the back the all three of them flopped down panting and I shoved Nick over and sat down next to him as he buried his head in his arms on the table. We sat in silence for a few minuets, the guys catching their breaths, and me wiggling my toes trying to regain some feeling in them (these shoes are SO not made for running…or being tackled.). Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed Nick’s curls moving, soon he was laughing uncontrollably with the rest of us not far behind.
Finally, we calmed down enough for the waitress to take our drink order and even managed to decide on a pizza topping…okay so Kevin asked if everyone was okay with plain cheese and the rest of us kind of grunted and shrugged noncommittally, but the point is that the order was placed.
“I think I have a permanent stitch in my side.” I whined taking a sip of my diet coke.
“Me too!” Joe piped up. No kidding, it’s your fault!
“I wonder why?” Nick asked sarcastically, as he sent me a smile, which only made me giggle a bit more.
“It’s not my fault!” he stated causing the rest of us to share a look then laugh, which was immediately followed by a chorus of groans.
“So, now that you got you’re crazy Friday the thirteenth moment, these are my brothers, Joe” he stated mock glaring, “and Nick.” He finished taking a bite out of his pizza.
“I think I figured that out,” I laughed “and you were supposed to save me from the crazy not sick him on me.” I explained to Kevin as if talking to a little kid despite the fact that all three boys are taller than me, even in pumps.
“Joe’s a little difficult to train, short attention span.” Nick stage whispered at me with a smirk.
“I am n…Oooh, SHINY!” Joe exclaimed picking up the napkin dispenser.
“Okay, so the crazy took a wrong turn, but I did save you from a mob, that has to count for something right?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“Well…since it’s not only my un-birthday, but your un-birthday too…I suppose it’s the least I could do.” I sighed, remembering the ‘Crazy Coffee Catastrophe!’ and my pathetic rhyming attempt.
“Oh I want to play… I bet could think of something...like tink…er bell. She has a nice smell.” Joe chimed in trying to rap.
“I believe in order to play, you must first have something to say, if not…” Kevin stopped trying to think when Nick cut in.
“…you’ll fall behind, and no sympathy you’ll find.” He finished. Oh no people we’re not dorks.
“Y’all are just jealous of my mad skills, ‘cause you know they pay the bills!” Joe stated, now adding crazy hand motions.
“That actually isn’t half bad...” I commented tilting my head to the side,
“Though his wrapping attempt was pretty sad.” Nick finished looking at Kevin before they both yelled “ OH PONED!”
“So, Jenny is it true that you actually sat through 300?” Joe asked eyeing me suspiciously, trying to change the subject.
“Oh man, don’t get her started!” Kevin sighed resting his elbows on the table and holding his head, at the same time as I started my rant.
“Oh my goodness! I want my life back! The whole movie is a land of jocks! That’s it, not even the cool cute kind, that just happen to be athletic. No, the stupid meat head kind, that have a mob mentality!” Seriously I can’t believe I ever listened to Mel.
“Why?” Kevin asked looking at Nick.
“Exactly! Why, would anyone make that movie…okay I see why they made it, but why would anyone sit through it? I mean sure if you’re working on it, it must be cool to see that you can CGI the muscles, and pecks on that many guys in the same action sequence, I mean as a cartoon it’d be great. Because you know what? Beowulf was more believable. Although, I will admit the first five minuets had some historical value, so the research must have been cool. I mean the subject isn’t bad…” I finished seeing Joe look shocked and offended as Nick tried to suppress a laugh.
“But, the blood!” Joe cried out excitedly.
“Watch the Godfather, it has blood…and clothes.” I added, causing Nick to lose it, his curls moving as he buried his face in the table laughing.
“That’s what I said! Well the clothes part.” The mass of curls seemed to say. Now that I think about it, it kind of reminds me of a curly haired ‘What’ from the second Adams Family movie, you know It’s daughter… Oh it could be her little brother That!
Soon we decided to head back, and after even more mindless chatter, I finally asked the question that had been nagging at me since Kevin mentioned his girlfriend, “Um, Kev?”
“Yeah?” He asked looking in my direction without breaking his pace.
“What’s Brittany look like?” This is really not going where you think it is.
After a slight eyebrow raise, and a couple of eye rolls from Nick and Joe he answered in a slightly dreamy tone, “Well she’s beautiful…”
“Um, a little more specific?” Okay so I just want to know her hair color, but still.
“Okay, well she’s kind of tall, has blue eyes, and long blond hair, better?” Breath Jenny, don’t snicker it’s rude!!!! Calm down…oops I kind of snickered…and he’s glaring. “Is that a problem?”
I shook my head before I trusted myself enough to talk. “No, I’m sure she’s gorgeous, it’s just she’s blond…and her name is Brittany, and you’re a dark haired Kevin….” I trailed off hoping he caught my train of thought. Well he looks confused, but at least it’s not mad.
“Like, Spears and K. Fed?” Joe asked raising his eyebrow.
“Um…well them too I guess, now that you mention it, but I was thinking more along the lines of…‘This is my stop, got to get off…’” I started singing. Soon a look of realization dawned on Kevin and he stopped in his tracks then doubled over laughing.
“I can’t believe I never caught that! I used to love Daria!” He chuckled once he caught his breath, and we continued walking.
“Wasn’t that a cartoon?” Nick asked.
“Yeah it was on MTV back in the day.” WOW, I felt so old there! I looked at Kevin and saw a similar look on his face. I guess it’s easy to forget Nick is so much younger than us. About five minuets later, as we approached the Daily Observer steps, or as I’d forever remember it, the place where Joe first attacked me. Joe’s face lit up in realization.
“You’re the Jock and the Cheerleader!?” Joe laughed pointing at his older brother. All late!
“Yeah man. Way to catch on.” Kevin rolled his eyes. “Well, we have to get going, we have to be across town in a couple of hours, and Joe’s hair needs a touch up.” Kevin finally announced as we made it to the doors.
“Alright, well this was fun.” I smiled hugging Nick first then Joe.
“Yeah, so dinner, at seven?” he asked. Oh, wow I almost forgot, hey I was hanging out with Joe, that boy is a force to be reckoned with!
“Sure, just call me when ever you’re free and we’ll make plans.” I said hugging him, and waving goodbye.
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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Sept 1, 2008 19:06:17 GMT -5
[Chapter 9]
Stupid piece of…weird stretchy fabric-like-substance! Does every pair of pantyhose I own have a run? Seriously because I only have twenty minuets until the Jonas’ show up, so I can totally head out and buy…SCORE, brand new pair, wrapper and everything, lodged behind the drawer.
So after about fifteen minuets, I was almost ready, my hair was up in a high ponytail with the ends curled, and a side swept bang, my dress was on, I have to admit I love this dress. It’s a strapless cocktail dress, with a layered skirt, and black lace and gold ribbon accents. It’s a little rocker meets Audrey Hepburn, and the light color complements my olive skin tone. Now all I have to do is finish my makeup, pick a purse and shoes, and I’m done!
“BZZZZ!” Well, at least I got my makeup done.
“Come on up!” I said pressing the little button to open the front door. About a minuet later my doorbell rang, but it was just Kevin, so I felt less ridiculous standing there without shoes. “Um, come on in, I just need to get some shoes, sorry.” I said stepping aside to let him in. Well, he was a full four minuets early!
“Don’t worry about it, Joe was taking forever, so we’re meeting the family there.” He chuckled.
“Cool, make yourself at home I’ll be right out.” I said walking into my room. Okay, it’s been decided I have way too many pairs of shoes!
“Wow…” I heard Kevin exclaim form the other room.
“What’d you find?” I called out, still trying on shoes.
“You have the Rat Pack over your couch.” He called back slightly distracted. Well I guess I do have a lot of stuff. After trying on every pair that even remotely matched, I finally settled on some simple black satin pumps and a gold colored clutch. Tossing in my cell phone, lipstick, extra bobby pins, ID, keys, credit card, and some cash I walked out into the living room to see Kevin had found my old guitar.
When I say old, I mean the thing was my grandfather’s. It had a hole in the back when I took it; my grandmother was going to trash it anyway. So now, it’s been stripped of all paint, patched, and sanded. But that’s about it, I liked the raw look, you can tell it’s old. The only real issue is, I know nothing about guitars, and I can’t play that thing to save my life.
“Couldn’t stay away huh?” I asked laughing, as he looked up from the couch, startled.
“Hope you don’t mind I tuned it.” He said sheepishly.
“Not at all, I don’t even play.” I laughed.
“Really? Well the sound’s pretty good, loud and raw.” He said strumming a few chords then setting it aside and standing up. “But we should get going.”
Once outside, he led me to his rental car, and opened my door. Well, that doesn’t happen often in New York. “By the way, you look beautiful.” He smiled once we were both in.
“Thank you, not too bad yourself.” I managed while trying to hide my blush.
“JENNNAY!!!!!” I heard the second I walked into the restaurant, luckily, Joe just raised his hands and waved like the crazy that he is, instead of recreating this afternoons meeting.
“Hey Joe.” I chuckled hugging him as we got to the table, which was originally meant to conceal the Jonas Family. Joe has a way of throwing discretion out the window.
“Nick! Long time no see!” I said hugging him next.
Once all the introductions were made, I took a seat between Kevin and Denise and across from Nick and Joe.
“So, Jenny tell us a little about yourself.” Kevin Sr. asked smiling as soon as our orders were taken. Okay I know when people ask you to talk about yourself they’re just curious, but I always blank out!
“Um, what would y’all like to know?” I asked trying to at least get a little bit of direction here.
“Well, Kevin mentioned you worked for a newspaper? Is that right?” Denise asked, looking at me warmly.
“Yes, I work at the Daily Observer. It’s a newer publication, it’s only been around about five years, but I have a permanent segment in the Sunday funnies, and I recently started writing a weekly column. So it’s a lot of fun, I really love it.” Did that sound bragy? Because I wasn’t trying to be.
“Oh really? That’s interesting, what’s it about?” Mr. Jonas asked.
“Well, me actually…well sort of. The column is almost a spin off of my comic strip, which is loosely based on me being a klutz. So the column is just more factual account of that, basically it’s the comic relief with me playing Jerry Lewis” I chuckled realizing that my outfit probably conceals my inner dork.
“Yeah, and she has a monkey hat!” Joe piped up, out of nowhere.
“Like 'Jenny'?” Frankie asked.
“You know 'Jenny'?” I asked the little boy who up until this point had been relatively quiet.
“Yeah, she’s my favorite! I like the one where she tried to skate but she fell and wanted coffee!” he laughed to himself.
“I love that one too, that was one of the first I ever drew.” I told him watching his eyes light up.
“You’re 'Jenny'! Like coffee 'Jenny'?” The rest of the Joni just looked on with a strange mix of amusement and confusion as I continued to talk to the seven year old.
“Yep, well sort of. I draw 'Jenny'.”
“That’s so cool!” he responded then went back to whatever it was he was doing before.
“Well, apparently you’ve got yourself a couple of fans.” Mr. Jonas laughed.
“So now, I’ve heard bits and pieces, but how did you really meet my son?” Mrs. Jonas asked eyes twinkling.
I laughed covering my face before continuing, “Well, I stopped at Starbucks on my way to work one morning, and this was soon after I started the column, but I’ve been going to that particular coffee shop since I first moved here, so people know how I am. Well, this guy comes up to me and dumps his coffee on my head, spilling mine in the process, and then as if it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread asks me to write about it…”
“Oh, no!” Denise gasps.
“So, before I can even react, Kevin here ushers him out and tells him to tray again another day. Which is probably a good thing, because I had no idea what to say, it was just so out of the blue. But the whole story did make a good issue.” I finished.
“That’s quite a story.” Mr. Jonas laughed.
Once all the me talk was over the rest of the conversation seemed to flow. Which, means that soon enough we were all dragged into listening to Joe recount one of his many stories.
“So then, I was like, ‘Yo! I’m Joe, and…I’m gonna show you…fo’ sho’ dawg! Word!” Joe finished his insane rant as the rest of us tried to eat while laughing.
“Actually, you were in the other room, and Big Rob just told him to leave.” Nick laughed.
“Did, not Nicky, you’re just jealous, because I’m down, and you’re not.” Joe argued making some strange hand motions.
“You’re down…” I repeated, with a raised eyebrow, causing Kevin and Nick to snicker, while Mr. and Mrs. Jonas tried to keep a straight face.
“Yeah,” Kevin said looking at me with what I almost swore was sincerity, “he was sitting down. I was straightening his hair at the time.”
“OH, PONED!!!” both Kevin and Nick yelled out as I tried to keep from choking on my food, while the rest of the Jonas family laughed.
“So, Jenny your birthday is on Sunday, is that right?” Mrs. Jonas asked.
“Yes ma’am”
“So, what are you planning for the big day?” she asked excitedly.
“Oh, nothing special, just hanging out, maybe watching a few movies, or something. I don’t’ really have much of plan.” I chuckled.
“Well, that’s great, because we were wondering if you’d like to come to the show with us that day.” Mr. Jonas grinned.
“We were?” Joe asked, looking confused. Meaning that this was a last minuet deal, I guess Nick realized what I was thinking because he quickly cut in.
“Yeah, Joe. You were fixing your hair when we discussed it so we left you out.” Nick skillfully covered sending me a wink.
“Well, if you’re sure it’s okay…”
“Positive.” Kevin grinned.
“But, there’s a dress code, you have to wear skinny pants!” Joe piped in.
“Alright, I’d love to thank you.”
“Excellent that means I get to be there at the end of the Birthday Weekend!” Kevin exclaimed pumping his fist, causing me to laugh.
“So, now the important question…what kind of cake are we ordering?” Joe asked me.
“Um, anything’s cool with me.”
“Nope, sorry it’s your birthday dinner, so you have to choose.” Kevin said handing me the desert menu.
“Well, does anyone have a preference?” I asked only to have Kevin answer first.
“No, cheating! It’s your choice here Missy.” He scolded, causing us all to laugh.
“Fine, but if I pick something gross, you have to help me finish it.” I glared.
“Deal!” he said sticking out his hand for me to shake, as the waiter came to take my order.
“We’ll have the Cheese Cake, Sugar Free please…”
“Jenny you don’t…” Nick started.
“What? I have to watch my figure, if I’m gonna fit into those skinny jeans Joe’s making me wear.” I said sending him a small wink, knowing he didn’t want me fussing over his diabetes.
After eating our desert, we headed out to say our good byes, and Kevin refusing to let me take a cab offered to drive me home. After hugging, and thanking, both Mr. and Mrs. J, promising Frankie that that I’d show him my monkey hat, and reassuring Joe that I would not forget to wear skinny pants, then promising that if I did for any reason forget, I would try (try being the operative word as I have hips and they don’t), to squeeze into one of their pairs, I finally made my way over to Nick.
“Thank you.” He whispered in my ear as I hugged him.
“Any time Nicky.” I whispered back pecking his cheek and following Kevin to his car.
“So, what was that about?” he asked knowingly.
“Nothing, we just get each other that’s all.” I smiled. One day, and already I’m attached to this family, great.
When we finally reached the apartment Kevin, being well, Kevin insisted on walking me up to my door, though he seemed to be thinking about something the whole way up.
“Thank you.” He finally said once we got there.
“Thank you? For what?” He’s the one who took me out.
“For what you did for Nick. I know he doesn’t like to inconvenience people, but it meant a lot to him, it meant a lot to me. Especially you not advertising it, you know?” He said seriously.
“It was nothing, you said whatever I wanted, and I wanted something we could all eat. Plus being fifteen is hard enough without having to feel awkward at dinner.” I chuckled.
“Isn’t that the truth.” He laughed. “Well, happy almost birthday.” He said hugging me.
“Thank you, for everything I had fun.” I smiled, knowing this was defiantly better than the movie night I had planned.
“Good, because it’s not over yet. Maybe we can still have that movie night tomorrow, if you want? Drink large amounts of coffee, eat my weight in junk food, because lets face it you’re a lot smaller than me without the shoes,” I glared; I’m not that short! I’m five foot two! Okay so I’m not tall. “…And maybe even talk on the cell phone while we do.” He smirked.
“That could work. That is if you could fit me into your busy schedule.” I teased.
“ME?! You’re the one that has my brothers obsessed with your drawings, I think it’s your schedule we should be checking, Miss Thing.” Did he just say Miss Thing?
“True, but I only take appointments on the day it’s scheduled…”
“Oh really?” he asked moving that blasted eyebrow, mine never does that!
“Well, it’s first come first serve, so you could try again tomorrow.” I stated apologetically.
“Well, I guess that’s what I’ll have to do, but now I really have to get going.” He said giving me another hug. “Night”
“G’night.” I said pecking his cheek, I’m Hispanic it’s what we do! And hey if you’re going have a cute friend... “Drive safe.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Sept 1, 2008 22:52:30 GMT -5
the chapters were great!! i can't wait to see what happens. and that monkey hat is waaaaay too cute! the comic for it was funny too....wish i could draw like that! Aww, thanks. I can't wait to find out either! Okay, so i know, but i just don't know how long it will be you know? Anyway, it took me forever to draw like that, they're just glorified doodles  but thank you, i'll try and post more soon! |
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