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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Sept 4, 2008 18:35:35 GMT -5
[Chapter 10]
At about ten in the morning my phone went off signaling Kevin’s phone call.
“Morning…” I answered groggily.
“Hey, just wanted to make sure I got an appointment today.” He answered seriously.
“Well it seems you’re in luck as I have the rest of the day free, and I can fit you in as soon as an hour from now.” I answered rolling out of bed.
“Excellent, is there anything special we have to do for this movie night?” He asked.
“Well, I’m glad you asked as we have strict movie night rules!” I answered excitedly, ma fatigue now forgotten.
“Really?” I can practically hear that eyebrow!
“Yep, first of all, there is a strict dress code, are you ready?” I asked making sure he was listening.
“Lay it on me.” He answered.
“Well you have three options, pjs, an old pair of jeans, or sweat pants. Movies are always watched without shoes, though I suggest you wear some and just take them off here.” He just chuckled in response.
“Really?” he asked “Is that all?” psh! Not even close!
“No, not really.” I laughed, “but the rest can be explained as we go, depending on the situation. I mean there are way too many rules to just blabber off.” I stated picking up a shirt and sniffing it. Not, too bad…well maybe I’ll go with my Zack Attack shirt to be safe.
“Alright, so what’s the plan?” he asked.
“Well, we need movies, food and coffee. I have some coffee fixings here, and I have a lot of movies, but no major junk food. We could go with a theme… or just pick whatever looks good, maybe rent some if you want.” Movie night is an event! Well not really when I do it alone, but when there’s other people involved it is.
“Excellent, I just need to tell the guys, so how about we meet you at your place, in about an hour and a half, we assess the movie situation, then go out and get whatever we need?” he asked.
“I’ll put on the coffee...oh and about the flat iron, tell Joe to just say no” I smiled as he laughed and then hung up.
An hour and a half later when the Jonas brothers showed up, not only was the coffee almost ready (I couldn’t let it get stale/ burnt), but I was dressed to kill! Okay so was wearing an old torn pair of wide leg jeans, a t- shirt, vans, and my hair in two messy braids…but oh well, at least I showered right?
“Wow!” was the first thing we said when I opened the door. Me because dressed much like me, only with converse and a newsboy hat for Kevin, a baseball cap for Nick, and Joe just rocking the wavy hair, they almost looked normal, and them?
“You, look all of sixteen! If that!” Kevin laughed walking in. Gee, who asked you?
“Funny…really.” I deadpanned. Then cracked up, because lets face it how can I not? “Coffee’s in the kitchen” said motioning for them to follow me, after I gave them all hugs.
“Well, we have coffee, and some good movies.” Nick stated.
“And I brought our pjs!” Joe exclaimed holding up a backpack I somehow missed earlier.
“Now we just need junk food, and maybe swing by Blockbuster if you guys want to see anything in particular.” Kevin finished, as he and I polished off the last of the coffee pot.
“This movie sucks.” I stated for perhaps the tenth time since it started. Movie night had started out well enough, despite the initial issue of picking junk food, the actual movie watching part had gone pretty well, that is until now. But it’s movie night, and with that come movie night rules. So now all four of us are sitting on the floor in our pjs surrounded by tons of junk food, amidst a large pile of blankets and pillows, trying desperately not to break the ‘never turn off a movie if at all avoidable’ rule.
“Yup, cheese me!” Joe agreed opening his mouth waiting for me to throw him a puffed cheese ball (you know the kind that look like round puff cheetos), which is what we’d been doing for the last five minuets. That’s after we had a staring contest so we were already sitting across the floor from each other, with Nick to my right and Kevin to Joe’s left.
“So did I win?” I asked, opening my mouth, for a cheese ball.
“Nope, I did.” He stated doing the same.
“You sure?” I asked only to get pelted in the face with a cheese ball, as Kevin tried to look innocent. “You suck.” I pouted throwing a cheese ball at him, only to have him catch it with little effort.
“You know you look all of five when you do that.” Nick laughed.
“Gee, thanks. Way to be on my side.” I said rolling my eyes, which only made us all laugh even more.
“So really, why’d we turn on this movie?” Kevin finally asked.
“I believe it was you guys doing me a favor? Something about us not having watched a chick flick, but then again Joe picked it...” I said sarcastically, seriously, this is the most annoying chick flick ever! And I usually love those things.
“Remind me never to do that again.” grumbled Joe catching the cheese ball Nick threw his way.
“Gladly, I wanted to see Finding Forrester…” I stated finally catching something Kevin threw at me.
“So, you’re saying you would have been fine without a chick flick?” Kevin asked incredulously.
“Yep, I mean I love them, but I could have lived without ever seeing this particular one…” here all three brothers groaned and proceeded to pelt me with cheese balls! Even Nick!
Eventually they ran out of ammo, we watched Finding Forrester, and ended up sprawled all over the living room talking about…well nothing really.
“So, Nick…”I asked.
“Yeah?” he mumbled sleepily from his post on the couch.
“What’d you learn from that last movie?” I smirked.
“Socks are poorly 'esigned.” He mumbled, causing Kevin and I to stifle our snickers, then curled up with his blanket and turned so his face was towards the backrest. I’m pretty sure he’s a goner, we lost Joe about half an hour ago, and after many futile attempts at waking him, Kevin called Denise to let her know they were just going to crash here tonight and head out in the morning.
My cell phone vibrating on the floor, signaling a text message pulled me out of my musings.Want 2 talk? -KevinNodding, I quickly placed a blanket over Joe who’s currently curled up with my superman teddy bear, then beckoned Kevin to follow me out on to the fire escape.
“So, what’s up?” I asked, as if we hadn’t spent all day together.
“Nothing really, we just didn’t get a chance to talk earlier.” He smiled, leaning against the railing.
“Yeah, well not when you were pelting me with cheese balls.” I laughed causing him to shrug.
“So how are you?” he finally asked. Talk about open ended.
“Right now? I’m good. You?” I asked.
“That’s good. Me? I’m okay.” He responded looking out into the city.
“Sounds, like a loaded ‘okay’.” I’m not trying to pry, but he wanted to talk.
“Maybe. I’m okay, it’s just…the guys don’t seem to like Brittany too much do they?” he asked looking at me for an answer.
“I honestly couldn’t say, I’ve never met her, or seen her with them.” I responded honestly, because aside from the one eye roll, there’s not much for me to go on.
“True, but that’s just it. They’re never with her, not like we all were today, just hanging out and messing around. If it had been Brittany in there instead of you, we would have seen nothing but chick flicks, and Joe and Nick would have probably made an excuse to bail. Not to mention the fact that Joe actually went a full day without straightening his hair.” He finished crossing his arms.
“Okay, but how often do you have down time? Or time with Brittany at all? Some of that could be a time issue.” I reminded.
“Yeah, but what bout the rest of it?” he asked pleadingly, desperately wanting me to reassure him that his brothers don’t hate his girlfriend.
“I’m not you’re girlfriend.” To his confused look I continued, “Our relationship, is so different than what you have with Brittany. I’ m not a threat, I’m not asking for one-on-one time with you, I have no pull, nor do I need it. I love hanging out with you and your brothers, but I know your line of work, and as much as you act like it, you’re not the boys next door. You’re the boys in the next lane while you’re suck in a traffic jam.” I smirked, to which he chuckled lightly.
“I guess you’re right. It’s just…she’s not a bad person you know. Sometimes I just wish I could be the boyfriend she deserves, without having to answer to my brothers about it.” He sighed.
“Well, honestly I haven’t known you that long, and given my track record, I’m in no way an authority,” I smirked standing next to him, “But I think, if you’re half as good a boyfriend as you are a person, then you have nothing to worry about.”
“You’re right…you have horrible taste!” he laughed, nudging my shoulder.
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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Sept 4, 2008 19:14:20 GMT -5
YAY!!! ;D Thank you so much! I really wanted it to be about the people, a little more than the fact that he's a Jonas. |
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Post by Sunshine93 on Sept 4, 2008 19:35:58 GMT -5
YAY!!! ;D Thank you so much! I really wanted it to be about the people, a little more than the fact that he's a Jonas. exactly!!!! that they're JUST people. like normal guys.  i so love it hehe |
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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Sept 4, 2008 20:29:19 GMT -5
i second kris's comment! that is exactly what i was thinking as i was reading this chapter. most stories seem so rushed and it's all about the guys being "THE Jonas Brothers" than anything else..but here...they seem so real, like who they really are....if that makes sense. lol anyways, i LOVED this chapter and i can TOTALLY see the jenny/kevin thing....i love the development of their relationship.  can't wait for more!!
ya know it's funny....when i see new post by you or kris i get all excited...LOL you both rock. YAY! thank you so much. I get the same way with Kris' stuff. lol, but i'm working on the next chapter now so i might have it up by tomorrow! ;D |
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Post by Sunshine93 on Sept 4, 2008 23:32:01 GMT -5
i second kris's comment! that is exactly what i was thinking as i was reading this chapter. most stories seem so rushed and it's all about the guys being "THE Jonas Brothers" than anything else..but here...they seem so real, like who they really are....if that makes sense. lol anyways, i LOVED this chapter and i can TOTALLY see the jenny/kevin thing....i love the development of their relationship. can't wait for more!!
ya know it's funny....when i see new post by you or kris i get all excited...LOL you both rock. YAY! thank you so much. I get the same way with Kris' stuff. lol, but i'm working on the next chapter now so i might have it up by tomorrow! ;D
thanks, girls! and i love when more Jenny updates go up. I get all happy
and I love when Michelle's names comes up on Please Be Mine bc i smile and think my #1 fan! haha yay!
thank you you two! haha more of Please Be Mine will come asap..and Jenny...more from you, missy! haha |
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Post by michelle on Sept 4, 2008 23:49:48 GMT -5
YAY! thank you so much. I get the same way with Kris' stuff. lol, but i'm working on the next chapter now so i might have it up by tomorrow! ;D
thanks, girls! and i love when more Jenny updates go up. I get all happy
and I love when Michelle's names comes up on Please Be Mine bc i smile and think my #1 fan! haha yay!
thank you you two! haha more of Please Be Mine will come asap..and Jenny...more from you, missy! haha
*sings*
can you feeeeelllll the loooovvvee toniiiiggghhhttt???
LOL
so i guess i'm jenny's number 2 fan? lol
but seriously..when i see that one of you have posted i get giddy. it helps me get through my work days sometimes wondering if there will be updates when i get home. lol |
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Post by bloodtypeespresso on Sept 5, 2008 11:12:26 GMT -5
[Chapter 11]
I got to the arena at around five forty-five, the boys having left early in the morning after wishing me a happy birthday. Staying true to Joe’s dress code, I opted for some black skinny tuxedo pants, with buttons along the outer seem starting mid-calf all the way to the end, then coupled that with a white fitted halter top that has a tuxedo screen printed on the front and some, red high heeled booties, then just left my hair down in thick curls. But now, even though I look like I remotely belong, I am totally lost! Well, okay not completely they let me backstage when I told them I was looking for "William Forrester", which was Nick’s new code name, but perhaps I did too well on this outfit, because the guy said ‘go ahead’, and just assumed I knew where to go. I called Kevin, but I guess they’re busy.
After walking around for a few minuets the coffee bond finally kicked in and pulled Kevin and I back together…literally. As I turned the corner I was immediately knocked off balance by non other than Kevin Jonas himself. “Is it a Jonas custom to football tackle a girl every time you see her?” I laughed once I caught my breath.
“Only the special ones.” Kevin smirked, before looking at me sheepishly. “Happy Birthday?!” he tried, helping me up off the floor, and giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek.
“Well thank you.” I giggled; this guy seriously gives the best hugs ever!
“I was just coming to get you, sorry we were rehearsing.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s okay, I got to look around.” I said motioning to the long empty hallway.
“Well, then it’s a good thing I took so long, wouldn’t want you to miss all this.” He laughed. “So I see you complied with Joe’s dress code.” He commented once we were on our way to their dressing room.
“Yeah, well he abided by the movie night rules, even forwent the straightening, so I figured it was the least I could do.” I shrugged self-consciously. Okay so I wear form-fitting clothes all the time, but the kinds of pants these boys wear really don’t leave much to the imagination. “That and I didn’t want to be pelted with synthetic cheesy products.”
“Hey! You’re the one who kept trying to get them stuck in my hair!”
“Yeah, but you kept catching them, so it didn’t work!”
“True.” He chuckled, “Looks good though, I especially like the shirt.” He complimented opening the dressing room door for me.
“Thank you.” I said walking in, and hugged Mr. and Mrs. J who wished me a happy birthday, while Kevin excused himself to find his brothers.
“We’re so glad you could make it.” Mr. Jonas began as we all sat down.
“Of course, thank you for having me. I’m sorry I kept the boys out last night, but I guess extreme movie watching can take its toll.” I chuckled.
“Oh, sweetie, that’s fine, we’re just glad you had a nice time, it’s all they talked about this morning.” Mrs. J responded. Okay, that’s weird, I know they’re not little kids anymore, but still, sleepovers at a random girls house…not what you’d expect from a Jonas.
“You seem like a good girl, and we trust our sons, we didn’t feel the need to worry about it.” Mr. Jonas responded as if reading my mind. “Though I suggest you don’t give us reason to reassess that.” He said smirking; I guess it really is a Jonas trait.
“Jenny!” I heard from the door just before things could get any more awkward, as Frankie barreled in and tackled me in hug. Yes, I have that effect on the Jonas boys, good thing I was already sitting down.
“Frankie!!!” I mimicked hugging the little boy.
“Happy Birthday!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“Thank you.” I laughed looking up to see the door open and the older three Jonas brothers walk in.
“Jenny!” Nick exclaimed as soon as he walked in pulling me into a tight hug, as if I hadn’t seen him only hours before.
“Mr. Forrester!” I giggled hugging him back. How the boy survived without watching that movie until last night I’ll never know, I mean it’s Sean Connery the James Bond, and it even has a great sock line!
“Hey, Nicky quit hogging the birthday girl!” Joe scolded as he pulled his brother away from me.
“J. Mo!!!” he yelled enveloping me in a hug, then twirling me a round.
“Hey!” I reprimanded with my hands on my hips, once he’d put me down.
“You have to admit, in that outfit…there’s a certain” cough, “resemblance.” He pointed out smirking, then because he’s Kevin’s brother and I can’t do it, he did the freaking eyebrow wiggle, which I will master eventually by the way. I will!
“Watch it kid.” I scolded trying not to laugh.
“Kid! I’m only a year and a few months younger than you.” He pointed out looking down at me.
“Exactly, you’re a whole year and a few months younger than me so I get to call you Kid.” I smirked sitting back down on the couch.
“Kevin where’d you find this one? She’s another you!” Joe cried indignantly.
“Coffee shop, and Joe, she’s another you.” He countered finally moving away fro the door and sitting on my right.
“Is, not she’s you.” Joe argued sitting on my left, as the rest of the family went about their business.
“Nope, you.” Kevin smirked over my head.
“You.” Hello still here.
“You.” Seriously?
“Hey, do I get a vote?” I finally asked.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, Kevin finally shrugged, “Sure, who’s your vote?” he asked.
“Frankie.” I smiled.
“What? Why?” Joe asked confused.
“Well, he has awesome fashion sense,” I started, as he is currently wearing a superman shirt and jeans, “we’re both Nintendo DS junkies, and he’s the closest to my height.” I responded crossing my arms, causing the guys to laugh.
“See, totally you!” Joe continued looking over my head.
“Joe, what are you talking about? That was classic you!” Kevin argued indignantly.
“Guess it didn’t count?” I asked Denise who simply chuckled and shook her head.
“You’re the youngest, the youngest’s vote never counts.” Joe replied offhandedly.
“So I am Frankie!” I exclaimed, hey he said it.
“What?” Kevin asked.
“Well, he said that my vote didn’t count because I’m the youngest, even though I’m obviously older than him, so that means that he said I was Frankie. And he’s not the youngest so his vote has to count, and as the youngest I’m the tiebreaker.” wow, that almost confused me.
“Dude…” Joe trailed off eyes wide, looking at Kevin.
“Yeah…did you?” he asked Joe.
“Uh-huh, and then…”
“Yeah…”
“With the…”
“Dude…”
“She’s MOM!” they simultaneously exclaimed, their eyes going wide in realization, causing everyone in the room to crack up.
Eventually the boys had to go perform and I stood in the wings taking it all in. And I have to admit the energy on stage is insane! I guess I was more into the show than I originally thought, because I didn’t notice Mr. Jonas’ approach until he finally spoke.
“May I ask you something?” he asked his eyes on Kevin as he did his S.O.S. dance.
“Um, yeah sure anything.” I responded curious, reluctantly tearing my eyes away.
“You could have printed my son’s name in the paper the day you met him. He’s a celebrity, it’s fair game, and you and I both know it would have sky rocketed your career.” Mr. Jonas started, looking at me, “I was actually pretty surprised when I found out you didn’t, but why?” he asked.
“It didn’t seem right,” I shrugged. “He’s a great guy, he was nothing but nice to me, and to do something that could potentially harm him personally or his career just seemed, cold. Yes, I’ll admit I knew who he was, and it might not be good business sense, but it was the very least I could do.”
“Well, that I can respect. Thank you.” He smiled at me as he went off to check on the sound equipment.
“Any time.” I chuckled going back to the show, just in time to catch Joe challenge Kevin to a dance off, which resulted in Kevin doing some intricate flips as Joe flailed about like a spastic seaweed…in a good way? Then it came time for Nick to perform ‘A little Bit Longer’. I’ll admit, I loved the song the moment I heard it, it’s always touching, but somehow listening to it live, seeing him sing it…was a lot more emotional than I ever factored in. I stood there with one hand crossed over my body and the other covering my mouth, in some strange one-woman-hug, awed by how talented this young boy really is.
So with me standing there like some hunk of marble, it isn’t really a shock that I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Catching my breath I turned to see Denise with tears in her eyes giving me a watery smile. Silently she draped an arm over my shoulders and we watched the song end in a comfortable half hug.
“Kevin told me you know,” she said after a while looking at me apologetically.
“Oh…” I said looking down. I’m not upset he told her, it’s just I don’t want people feeling sorry for me, it’s not right. Plus the whole story makes me look like a moron.
“I know it’s hard,” she said squeezing my shoulder, “I wasn’t always Mrs. Jonas you know, it’s part of why I went to such great lengths trying to raise good sons.” She smiled down at me sadly. “But it does get better, and you seem like a smart, strong girl, so I’m not worried, but if you ever need anything, I’m just a phone call away.” She reassured me just before Frankie came running up to us challenging my Super Mario skills.
After the boys finished their concert and the meet and greet, we were finally able to hang out a little more, though it mainly consisted of us exchanging contact information, as they insisted on giving me a ride back home in the bus.
“So, you’ll keep in touch right?” Denise asked as we approached my apartment complex.
“Defiantly, thank you again.” I said hugging her, then Mr. Jonas.
“Take care of yourself, and let us know if you need anything.” He smiled.
“Will, do Mr. J” as soon as I the words were out of my mouth Frankie had already attached himself to my waist.
“Hey Tank,” I said crouching down (though not much) to be at his eye level, and returning the hug.
“You’ll call me right?” he asked, almost breaking my heart, this kid is too cute!
“ Definitely.” I reassured him standing up and opening my arms for Joe to follow suit.
“Now, J. Mo I expect to be kept up to date in the goings on of the monkey hat, and Frederick (my superman teddy bear, which he tried to pilfer) you hear?” he asked holding me at arms length.
“Mm-hmm, as soon as you stop calling me J. Mo, Kid.” I smirked giving him a hug.
“Text me.” Nick instructed.
“Will, do.” I laughed hugging him before whispering, “Take care of yourself.” So no one else could hear.
“You too.” He smirked. Now lets see, five down one to go.
“What about you? I don’t get a hug?” I asked Kevin who was sitting on the couch by the door.
“Me? Nope, I’m walking you up to make sure no crazies get you,” to my skeptical look he added, “It’s late, please?”
“Alright, come on.” So we walked off the bus and into my apartment complex in relative silence, before he said what had been on my mind all night.
“You seem to really fit in with my family.” He stated, in an unreadable tone.
“I guess so, but it’s an easy task.” I laughed.
“That’s good, just…we’re friends right?” he asked uncertainly as we reached my landing.
“Yeah, why?” I asked a little shocked.
“Just making sure I guess. That we’re not just acquaintances…you know?” he gave me questioning glance, and waiting for my nod before continuing. “If you need anything I’m here.” I’ll admit it’s good to hear.
“Me too Kev, always okay?” I laughed, knowing his unease about calling me if he thought I’d be asleep.
“Okay. Well, friend, I almost forgot, I have a present for you.” He said reaching into his pocket, though how he got anything other than himself (though that defies logic too), in those pants the world may never know!
“Oh, Kev really, you’ve done enough.” I tried to protest.
“Nope, it’s your birthday, plus it’s sort of an initiation.” He shrugged dangling a silver charm bracelet from his finger.
“It’s beautiful.” I gasped fingering the little JB shield hanging from one of the links.
“It’s not just from me…well it was, but Joe and Nick wanted in, so we got a charm for each member of the family. The music note is dad since he taught us everything we know, the heart’s for mom, the brush is for Joe,” he smirked, “the little tank is for Frank, I’ve got a coffee cup, and Nick’s is what else?”
“A pair of socks!” we said simultaneously.
“Exactly, and there’s the JB shield, a cross, and the newspaper for you.” He said rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, which I’m starting to think is a nervous habit…or a sign that he seriously needs to switch his shampoo.
“Thank you Kev.” I said hugging him, and even though I thought I’d convinced myself I shouldn’t because I don’t want to be susceptible to any crushes right now, I tiptoed to give him a peck on the cheek. Though to be fair he started it, at the concert!
“Hey, you get older you get a gift. It’s the rule.” He laughed fastening the bracelet around my wrist. “So, I guess this is the end of the Birthday Weekend?” he asked.
“’Fraid so…now I’m a full fledged member of the old-fogy-club.” I sighed.
“Yeah, well you stay in my good graces and I might be able to score you a VP post.” He winked.
“Only VP?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“ Well, I am older, so naturally I know more about being an old fart than you.”
“True, but I know more about being an old bitty.” I countered.
“I vote we make Nick the president then share the VP post.” He bargained.
“Deal!” I laughed, realizing we just voted the same guy who made us both feel ancient two days ago the president of the old fogy club.
“I have to be heading out…” he said apologetically rocking back and forth.
“I know, but I’m glad we got to hang out. Thank you for everything.” I smiled sadly. It kind of sucks that just as I get to really know them they have to leave.
“Thank you, it was great, and we’ll have movie night again next time we get together, we’ll even let Joe pick the chick flick?” he asked smirking.
“It’s a date.” I laughed. CRAP I said date, I meant, not date, but like a hang-out-y-ish-type-thing? But not a date…but if he noticed my slip he didn’t mention it.
“Excellent. Now take care, keep in touch, and remember to always get your daily dose of Jonas.” He said placing his hands on my shoulders.
“Always. Now, be safe, and try not to fall too often, because Joe’s sturdy, you on the other hand might break something given the flips you do!” I reminded giving him a look before we hugged again. Kissing my cheek before letting go, he whispered a final goodbye before walking away. I waited until he was down the hall to unlock my door, then watched the bus drive off through my window, as my life slowly went back to normal the farther away it got…then again maybe not.
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its so down to earth and I like that. sometimes i get tired of the whole..like..idk how to describe it. but always rushed and everything and all ti is is about the fame and everything? i really dont know how to explainn it but i know i can say i LOVE this fanfic 
can't wait for more!!
lol