Destiny~Jonas Love Triangle Challange~

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Katelind Zoe Miller is about to marry the man of her dreams. Her childhood bestfriend and her soul-mate. What more could a girl ask for?

Oh did I forget to mention “Lindz” is marrying a Jonas Brother? Now that sounds like a dream come true; except for one thing which one is it?

The ultimate Jonas Brother Love triangle, when you love someone so much would you betray you brother?

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Prologue Part 1 ( The Wedding)
My Wedding day! I feel like I’m living in a dream world; but no this is no dream. I, Katelind Zoe Miller-Malone am about to be married to my best friend and the love of my life.

Had you told even two years ago I would be standing here in St. Anne’s Chapel, on the beautiful Jersey shore about to marry; I would have laughed in your face. Being a product of a broken home, (ok broken is an understatement )but growing up the way I did marriage never seemed practical to me; especially after what happened to my mom.

The church is beautifully decorated thanks to my mom and Denise. Flowers and candles of every color and kind scattered throughout the church making it look more like a meadow of wildflowers then a wedding ceremony. The sun is shining through the stained glass windows making everything inside prismatic adding to the kaleidoscope color effect.

In two separate rooms, the boys in one and the girls and I in the other waiting for the festivities to begin. Everyone I love and care about is in these two rooms, well almost everyone except the Groom. Who, I’m sure is just as nervously waiting for me at the aisle as I am for him.

I took one last look at our girl party, make-up, and curling irons were spread everywhere, clothes and shoes have been thrown haphazardly throughout the room and currently everyone was elbowing everyone else for mirror space. The windows were open but the early – June summer heat hasn’t helping the crampedness.

My step-mom thought I was crazy to have seven bridesmaids but I could never do this without them. Mandy, Kelsey, Rae, Sara, Cat and Jo are the very best friends a girl could have. And Maia, my not so little baby sister, I have her personally to thank for this day.

Yes, I have seven bridesmaids, which means there are seven groomsmen, and a flower girl, ring bearer, and three sets of parents. (Which took almost an hour to waltz them all down the aisle), but as I said earlier I never thought I would get married so this has to be perfect.

Finally, It was my turn to walk, the music was playing lightly and my father came to fetch me.
“Ready for this?”- he asked, most fathers got emotional at weddings but not my father. We could have been painting fences and his manner would still be the same, calm, quiet and unaffected.

I took his arm and we started towards what I like to think as my destiny.

There they all stood, in a row much like they have their whole lives, the three most important men in my life. I have grown up with these boys, toured and became famous with them and have fallen totally and completely in love with each one.

Nick.

Joe.

Kevin.

To me they were never the Jonas Brothers, boy band superstars. Just good home- grown boys, my best friends and soon my family.

Remember though this story isn’t about my wedding day or the happily ever after that follows. Its about how I got to this day. How after knowing and loving each of these sensational men I finally choose one, the one smiling down at me like a fool in his white tux.

The story of me and Nick, Joe and Kevin started years ago in a little suburb in Wyckoff, New Jersey…

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Prologue Part 2 (The Fight)
July of 1996
I wouldn’t say my life started when we moved to New Jersey, more like I finally felt like I had found a home. Literally it was the first time my father hadn’t moved mom and I into some temp-house, apartment or condo. No, this was a house, the home of my dreams.

A simple two story all white structure with a separate garage, a huge back yard and in the front a huge curved bay window that over-looked the porch. I had my own bedroom with a small private balcony that overlooked the huge back yard that had a small grove of trees.

My mom broke into tears as we pulled into the driveway, I could tell she loved the house too; mom had given up a lot of things to be there for my dad and me. My parents were college sweethearts; they met at a Rolling Stones concert during Dad’s junior and mom’s sophomore year of college. She was a journalism major, and had big hopes of being like Barbara Walters someday, but one concert , marriage , a baby and helping my dad through law school became to much so she gave up her Channel News dreams to be a stay at home mom. She always said she didn’t mind it cause she loved her family and her life so much.

While my mom was giving and self-sacrificing, my dad was the opposite, he constantly moved us even though he knew al my mom wanted was to settle down somewhere. He insisted that she not get a job because he thought I was better for children to be raised by there mother’s. My father is and has always been a selfish man, we aren’t very close.
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We were still moving into the house on Tara Lane when mom and I met Denise Jonas. The moving truck was in the driveway and the men my dad hired to unpack were on break. Like most Saturday afternoons dad was in the city working. Mom was trying to burn down our house.. (sorry I mean cook us lunch), but that is what would have happened had it not been for our sweet observant neighbor.

Denise Jonas was cutting across the new neighbors back yard trying to retrieve the ball her boys had thrown over the bushes earlier that morning. By pure chance, she looked up into to the glass sliding door that connected to the kitchen and screamed in horror.

With no regard for her own safety Mrs. Jonas stormed through the door pushed me and my mom out of the kitchen and put out the raging fire on top of the stove all by herself.

We later learned the cause of this near disaster was the dishrag mom left to close to the burner. After saving our lives, Denise offered to teach my mom to cook and invited us to dinner. As they say it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

“The small dinner” Denise had invited us to was more like a block party. That night we meet all our neighbors and I my best friends for the first time. Some of us though did make good first impressions.

Dinner had been delicious, you have probably already figured out my mom doesn’t cook much so it was nice to have a break from Meza’s Italian Family cuisine. There were quite a few kids there but two in particular caught my attention. The first a little dark- curly haired boy, his head was bent in his hands obviously crying and a little Asian girl with long black braids. She had her arm around the little boy trying to comfort him.

I walked towards them feeling so upset that boy I didn’t even know was so devastated. I stood there till I got the girl’s attention.

“Hi, I’m Katelind.”
The little girl smiled back “I’m Maya and this is Nick.”

It was quite sure now I was older than both Maya and Nick; I took a seat on the other side of him.
“Why are you sad?”

Finally the boy looked up and to this day I can remember how beautiful his face looked; even red and puffy from tears Nicholas Jerry Jonas was lovely.
“I…Acccciiiidenntly,” he looked down in shame and turned bright red, “ I wet my pants and Joes laughed and told everyone….”

Nick broke into a fresh batch of tears and my heart went out to him it wasn’t his fault, it was an accident and this Joe kid shouldn’t have embarrassed him. Nick had such a tender heart it was hard to not like him instantly. Then an Idea popped into my head…

“Which one is Joe?” I asked.

Maya pointed towards a talk figure with his back to us. I started to walk towards him, He too had dark curly hair only not as curly as Nick’s and Joe was taller, older too I guessed. When I finally reached him, I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to look at me.
“Why would you make fun of some poor little kid like that.”

Joe being his ever cocky self, “because it was funny.”

I saw Red and before I knew it I punched him square in the face breaking his nose.
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Needless to say my little brawl got me hard time, bread and water treatment. Mom was horrified never in my life had I ever hit anyone, I wasn’t a violent person. I myself didn’t understand it, maybe it had something to do with Nick’s innocence or how with that one smirk Joe got to me; and I wasn’t so sure if that was a good thing.

The party had abruptly ended with a ER visit, and I was setting in my room working on the apology my mom had demanded I have prepared to give Joe the next day. When suddenly I heard knocking at my balcony door. A little scared (who would be knocking on my door in the dead of night) I opened the door and laughed did every boy in that family have to be so darn
good looking.

The oldest Jonas sneaking into my room in the dead of night (realize I’m 7 and he is 10 you pervs) . He looked as god-like as his brother’s, but his eyes they twinkled with a secret humor.

“May I ask why you are sneaking onto my balcony in the middle of the night?”

He just smiled, “May I ask why you let strangers into your room from your balcony in the middle of the night?”

His face was priceless and we both broke into giggles. I hushed him.
“Shhh…I’m in lock down..why are you hear?”

“I wanted to introduce myself since I didn’t get a chance at the party,” he stuck his hand out and I shook it. “I’m Kevin, Nick and Joe’s oldest brother.”

“Nice to meet you Kevin, not that I don’t think its way cool that you snuck out of your house, climbed a tree risked your life to reach my balcony and almost got caught by my parents…but couldn’t this have waited till tomorrow?”

Kevin gave his lopsided smile,

“I had to meet the only girl to ever not fall at Joe’s feet with on look, but in fact made him fall at hers. Quite impressive.”

“Thanks?”
Was I suppose to be flattered? These brothers were confusing…we never got the chance to finish our talk.

My mom stormed into my room….”Katelind Zoe Miller”

oh crap..oh crap…. I closed my eyes preparing for the wrath. Not only was I a boy beater but now I here I was sneaking boys into my room…I wonder at what age military school starts accepting

“Lindy..” my mother continued…I opened my eyes and Kevin was no where to be found.

“Yeah mom?”

“Get to bed right now..”

“Yep just getting on that.”

I waited till she was gone and rushed onto the balcony two hands grabbed me and I almost screamed but a hand covered my mouth… it was Kevin…he let me go.

“I should go it was nice meeting you Katie…oh and I didn’t have to climb a tree and risk my life to see you. but that does sound a lot more enduring.. See that window?” he pointed to the window that faced the terrace that attached to my balcony. “It’s a simple jump over…if you ever need a friend my window is always open.”

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*AN* Song is First Time by LifeHouse

Chapter 1- Then (Old Crew)
Eventually my mother ungrounded me and I apologized to Joe. Though it was unnecessary; Joe was never offended by my hitting him, he found it quite funny actually and never missed a opportunity to remind me that I ruined any chance he had of ever being a sexy super model by bending his nose.

Kevin was right though, it was hard not to fall for “the Joe Jonas charm”, he was beyond hilarious, and the humor wasn’t all due to the things he said but the fact that the poor kid couldn’t walk without hurting himself made me laugh so hard I cried at times.'

When it came to our friendship though Joe and I were at constant war to out do the other one. We lived in a never-ending dog-eat-dog competition and we were both sore losers. Anything could be turned into a challenge with us, who can drink their milk faster, who can jump higher, run faster, last the longest without a shower. ( not my idea but I totally won that one)

Due to our ruthless combat tactics Joe knew all the right (or should I say wrong ways) to get to me. I don’t know another person on the planet who can turn me from my calm, life-loving and serene self to a hostile, defensive and violent banshee in a matter of seconds like he can.

Our friendship isn’t all war though; he always made me laugh with his dumb jokes and silly impressions. , Even when I just wanted to cry he made me smile. He may be my polar opposite, and sometimes I wondered if he cared about anyone but himself; but the second I would think that; he would pull a “super “ Joe thoughtful display of affection moment out of his bag of tricks and I was again amazed at how smooth he was.

Unlike the hoopla that threaded Joe and I together, in Nick, I found a stability and completeness that comforted us both. I would say in terms of companions and confidants I was closer with Nick then anyone one else in my life. Nick and I just understood each other; we didn’t have to be doing wild crazy exciting activities to enjoy each other’s company. In fact our best times were simply being in each others presence. We didn’t need words cause Nick and I have always been very in tune to each other’s thoughts and feelings.

I could always depend on Nick to remember the things I forgot, to know I was upset even when I tried to hide it from everyone else and most importantly have a plan of action incase I needed back up plan. Nick knew everything about me and I even more about him. We had no secrets from each other, but together we kept each other’s secrets from the world.

Everyone teased us, our parents said we were like conjoined twins that never split apart, and Joe always commented that is if nick had been a girl or I a boy we would be the same person. Which is kind of true, we shared the same passion for music, we liked the same bands and singing and performing was our life; on the flipside we both liked peace and the calmness of being with our own thoughts.

Kevin Jonas has always been a mystery to me. From our first encounter I thought he was either really sweet and thoughtful or a crazy stalker to be avoided at all costs.
Most times though when the Jonas boys and I hung out we all played together, but on the rare occasions that I wasn’t competing with Joe or chillaxin with Nick I couldn’t help but feed my growing curiosity for the oldest Jonas.

Kevin being two years older than us wasn’t always excited about dragged into our playtime games, but he always willing participated. A side from that, Kevin liked to be by himself. I could understand that, Nick and I liked to get away from the craziness that often ensued once we got Joe rolling; but Kevin liked total isolation.

He would go up to his room for hours and play music his record player, tune his guitar or just stare out his window. I never really understood his strange behavior. That was until about a year before my father moved us to New York.

It was a chilly October night, I could hear my parents yelling across the hall. As the screams grew louder and the threats scarier, I felt the need to escape. Unable to handle the fighting anymore I went out on to my balcony. Across the terrace right in my line of vision Kevin sat strumming his guitar.

We had lived here in Wyckoff for two and a half years and I was about to attempt something I never thought I would have the courage to do. Going to see Kevin through his window didn’t scare me not even the thought of getting caught by our parental units worried me. It was the walk across the narrow terrace and the chance that I could plunder to my death with the slightest hesitancy; that had me shaking in my boots.

I almost chickened out but the sound of glass being thrown against the wall outside my door lit a fire under my feet. Before I knew it I was across and sliding down Kevin’s window seal.

My presence didn’t startle him; he merely looked up from his task and smiled. “The fighting to loud tonight?”

My face turned bright red, “You can hear them?..I’m sorry if they are keeping you up.”

Kevin bend his head and shook his curls,“I hear them a lot you know, I look over sometimes to see if your ok; usually you sleep right through the episodes.”

I started to shift from one foot to the next, rubbing my arms from the cold and biting my lip nervously….I didn’t know what to do. What was proper protocol for midnight window hopping?

Kevin saw my discomfort and put down his guitar.

“Your gonna freeze in clothes like that,” he commented pointing to my tank and shorts. He went to he drawer and retrieved a sweatshirt and pj bottoms. “Here they might be huge but at least you won’t freeze.”

“Thanks.” I dipped my head in embarrassment but took the clothes.

Kevin turned his back to me as I changed.

“Done.”

He turned and smiled at me again, I returned the smile. Kevin and I had never really hung out alone before it was nice.

“What were you playing?” I asked wanting to keep this social side of Kevin going as along as possible.

“Just something that’s been going through my head…” he scratched his head nervously.
“wanna hear it?”

“Sure.”

Kevin gestured for me to lie on the bed and he pulled the blankets up to cover my shoulders.

He then moved to the end of the bed and picked up his acoustic again.
At first he just plucked at the stings the sound softly filled the room and I forgot about my parents fighting, that I had snuck out and was lying in a boys bed. In fact I forgot everything but the sound of the of Kevin’s voice and how beautiful the song sounded.

We're both looking for something
We've been afraid to find
It's easier to be broken
It's easier to hide

Looking at you,holding my breath,
For once in my life,I'm scared to death,
I'm taking a chance,letting you inside.
Feeling alive all over again,

As deep as the sky, under my skin
Like being in love, she says
For the first time
Maybe I'm wrong,
But I'm feeling right where I belong
With you tonight
Like being in love
To feel for the first time

I was mesmerized by his voice, the melody, the lyrics…everything

“Wow, you’re a great singer Kevin, did you write that yourself?”

I could hear him put down the guitar, “Yeah, and thank you but I will never be as good a singer as Nick or Joe.”

I yawned no longer able to stay awake, “No you have the potential to be better then they are.”

I didn’t see it but I could feel him smiling at me through the darkness.

Everything after that was a blear, I slept soundly through the night and woke early to find Kevin sprawled across the chair. He looked so awkward his long limbs hanging in every which direction. I covered him with a blanket before journeying back to my own room.

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Chapter 3- Good Life Over

The climb from my room to Kevin’s became less scary every time I made it, which became more and more often. It seemed my all my parents did was fight at night so I went to Kevin to escape. I had come to depend on the Jonas family as my own. Mr. Jonas was a way better father then mine ever tried to be, he at least showed interest in my life by asking about my teachers, what I liked in school and other normal things my father was to busy to do.

It wasn’t that my mom meant to forget me, but fighting with dad took its toll on her and she forgot at times to cook me dinner, or pick me up from the bus stop. Mrs. Jonas stepped in at those times no questions asked. I remember seeing her come over and help my mom pick herself up out of her depression and try to conceal what was left of my broken home.

It was these times I was so grateful for my friends. Not just the boys but also my best gal pals Mandy and Maya. I met Maya Kibbels that same day I met Nick, she and her mom Kiko live in the littlest house on the end of the lane. Maya’s family originally came from Hawaii, her dad died when she was very little and ever since then the Jonas family has taken care of both of them. Maya was always so small, and sweet, I always thought of her as my little sister. She always comforted those who were hurting, like Nick, the day I met her. When she wasn’t playing the little mother she was smiling and laughing being her silly self; her laughter was contagious.

Mandy join our little group of friends when she moved into the house next to mine almost a year after I moved there. Amanda Shaylee Tucker was fierce and intimidating. She has always been gorgeous; it wasn’t just her classic golden blonde hair, crystal green eyes or the fact she had the body of a runway model at 7; though they made almost any girl feel inferior. Mandy had a commanding presence, a confidence that radiated off of her.

When I first saw Mandy I was scared because she was everything I wasn’t, tall, slim, her hair was straight and shiny compared to my curly and unruly plain brown. She walked like she was floating, each step precise and expressive like a dancer. Compared to her I was a frumpy , clumsy and plain but that day she walked over to me and in her “Mandy” way made us friends.

She took my hand into her soft small one and shook it vigorously. “ Hi, I’m Amanda, but you can call me Mandy if you want. I just moved in next door my mom said there aren’t many girls here. I can tell we will be great friends.”

Her little intro took less then a minute she talked so fast; which she did naturally but later I found out Mandy was just as intimidated by me as I was by her. We look back on that now and see how ridiculous it was. Mandy is the sweetest girl ever , she talks fast when she is nervous, and bits her nails. She could wear a paper bag in a tornado and still look like a movie star and she was my best gal pal.
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My life in New Jersey was perfect, well for the most part excluding my parents never getting along; I was the happiest kid in the world. I spent my days laughing at Joe, admiring Mandy, playing with Maya and Nick and my nights learning to play guitar with Kevin.

Things couldn’t have been better, then after three years of living in the dream home my father had promised my mother and me. He informed us that we were moving to a small flat in New York, a few hours away.

My father, Harry Edward Miller was a businessman first and a family man second. When he was offered the opportunity to become richer than Donald Trump and take over the New York real estates/ investment empire he jumped at the chance.

Beverly Michelle Malone-Miller, my mother had given up everything for this life with my father and me. She had hoped by moving to the suburbs that we would spend more time together as a family and that she would finally have time to pursue things other than being wife/and mother. She wasn’t happy to move back to the city but she had made vows to my father when they married. For better or for worse, what ever was the best for the family she would go along with.

Their decision was made, and no matter how much I cried and pleaded I couldn’t change their minds. I was going to have to leave my home. My friends, and the Jonas’. Nothing either of them said comforted me, I didn’t care how many holidays they promised we would come visit I didn’t feel like we should be leaving, and they had given me less then three days to say good bye to everyone.

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A/N Song by The Calling Wherever You Will Go

Chapter 3 – The Good-bye Girl

I couldn’t sleep that night; I rolled around and thought about all the people I had to say good-bye to, whom did I start with? Finally I decided to stop torturing myself and go make the most of what was left of my time in Wyckoff.

I went to the clubhouse Nick and I had build in the grove trees behind my house, and waited for him to show up. I knew he would come, there were still a few things in this messed up situation that didn’t change.

My mom would go over and have coffee with Denise at six the next morning, like she did every morning. They would gossip about the fact that we were leaving, and they would cry. Nick would be up waiting for me to play and when I didn’t show up he would know where to find me, in the place we created along ago, a place just for us.

The clubhouse had started out mostly as a joke, a place he and I dreamed up where we could go to escape to when Joe got on our nerves, but as we got older the clubhouse had turned into our little piece of paradise. It was nothing special just a couple pieces of scrap wood nailed together as a platform, mixed matched pillow cushions we had both stolen off our mother’s couches, some old blankets and a telescope for star gazing.

As I have said before only Nick knows my secrets, and only he knows the way to the desolate tree about two miles down the twisted pathway from my house. It didn’t seem like long before I could hear him climbing up the rope latter I had dropped for him. I kept my eyes closed it was still early out and I felt Nick lay next to me on the pillows.

We were both quiet for a long time, but I didn’t mind; in fact it was one of the things I loved most about my bestie Nick. He always knew the right thing to say and when it was the right time to just be quiet.

After awhile I had know what he was thinking so I stole a glance at him. I couldn’t help but smile, Nick may have been two years younger then I was but he always looked and acted more mature then I did; like in this moment he looked like he was trying to solve all the world’s problems for me. Make my life easier that was so Nick, always trying to comfort me.

“Stop brooding Nicodemus it’s not a good look on you.”

He smiled up at me, “You haven’t called me that in a long time.”

I smiled back, “I only call you that when you get all president, save the day on me.”

He looked down in his shy way and played with the back of his neck, “Sorry, Lindy, I just can’t believe your going.”

I caught his hand in mine and laid back on the pillows, the sun was starting to rise above our little oak tree.

“ Me, either Nicky, Me either.”

We watched the sun come up and sat in the quiet of each other’s company a little loner, I closed my eyes against the suns bright light. Even closed I could feel Nick thinking next to me, trying to find a way to make this cruddy situation better. So I waited not just cause I needed the words but because he needed to say them to.

Finally, Nick found something that made sense to him and he pulled me into a bear hug,

“I know this seems scary and sudden Lindy, but the city is only a few hours away. Heck only two hours if you go by train, I promise to visit and you can come back here anytime you want.”

He paused for a while we both knew those words weren’t enough, that a couple visits a year wouldn’t keep our friendship together. Suddenly he turned to me with renewed determination.

“I promise Lindy, when I’m old enough, I will come to New York and we will go try out for Broadway together like we have always said we would.”

Then he grabbed hold of my face just to be sure he had my total and complete attention and with his serious, Mr. President Nicodemus face, “Will you wait for me?”

How could I say no to something like that? Once again, Nick had saved me, he had found the words I needed to hear to be ok. I shook my head in agreement and a tear ran down my cheek. I knew nothing would keep Nick from coming to find me in the city, when Nicholas Jerry Jonas made a promise he kept it.
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Saying good-bye to Nick was the easy part, he promised to come save me, we hugged and laid in the tree house, I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect morning with Nick.

When I got back to my house I was sure word had spread like wild fire that I was moving. Once mom told Denise, I’m sure she told the other boys and Joe was a blabbermouth. Proof of which was sitting on my doorstep. Mandy, even covered in tears she was a beauty; she looked up the minute before I could say anything.

“Oh, Lindz it can’t be true are you really leaving?”

I nodded and more tears poured from her bright green eyes.

“What am I gonna do without you?” She captured me in a hug, and soon we were both crying something I had wanted to avoid. I was going to miss her so much. How could I live without this crazy, courageous girl. She pulled back first and looked me in the eyes and with one of her crazy little giggles,

“This simply won’t do Miss Lindy-Lou, you may have to leave me but your going out with a bang.”

Suddenly her tears turned into a bright smile as I saw the wheels turning in her head and I was scared.

“What are you plotting in that evil little blonde head of yours?” I asked scared even then for her answer, she was practically jumping with excitement.

“Oh, Lindz a going –away –party to beat all going- away -parties, we can have it at my house in the back yard, it can be a BBQ Picnic by the pool and fireworks, oh and everyone can come Maya and her mom the Jonas’, Mr. and Mrs. Nelson, and…”

“Hold on, one minute Mandy you know how much I hate parties, all the people and the attention it makes me people-phobic.”

I wasn’t joking either I hated large of groups, I hated parties, shopping malls, and concerts; as much as I loved music all the people scared me.

“Oh Lindy, please.” Mandy gave me her pouty face; it was the kryptonite to my superman and I rolled my eyes.

“Fine…” Mandy broke into a victory dance, “but and this is a big BUT, keep it small, just us, Maya , Kiko and the Jonas Family. No big themes or decorations, no huge groups and please no fireworks.”

Mandy pouted for a second but then agreed. “Leave all the details to me just show up tomorrow and bring your family, it will be great!”

I highly doubted any party could ever be great in my opinion, but for my best friend Mandy I would go through with this.
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I had to give her credit, even in a time crunch Mandy managed to throw together one heck of a low-key yet still over the top going away party. It helped that her parents had endless supplies of fortune and connections to assemble parties like this often. As much as I hated celebrations and groups and everything that went along with them. I felt grateful to be bestowed such a gift by Mandy’s family.

I thanked Her and and her parents many times through the night. first when the Mongolian chiefs’ fired our meals on hot plates in front of us. Again when we swam in their huge pool that they had specially heated for that breezy day,and lastly before the fireworks.

The display was beautiful but I would kill Mandy when I found her it really was too much. Currently though everyone was enjoying the display and I went in search of Maya who had said she had a special gift for me.

“Wow I hope I get a party like this someday when I move away. What are you some superstar Lindz Miller?”

It was Joe, smirking down at me. In the last year he had managed to grow a whole head taller then I was.

“Bigger star then you’ll ever be Joseph Jonas.” I shot back, refusing to be out done.

“Ouch,” he said putting his hand over is heart in mock pain.

We shared a smile, I really would miss this kid though I would never admit it; it would go straight to his head. Joe bend his head like he was nervous, now this was a first, my friend the cocky Joe Jonas nervous?

“What’s on your mind Jonas?”

His head shot up, and that killer watt smile returned. “Just thinking, how things aren’t going be the same without you here.”

“Yeah, you’ll have to find someone else to bug.”

“Ah, come on Lindy you know you’re my favorite person to annoy.”

“Agh, don’t I know it.”

The last of the fireworks exploded into the sky, and for a second we were both distracted. The moon was out already, shining over the water in the pool and glistening on the grass. Out of the darkness, music started to play and a dance floor lit up on the other side of the pool.

Joe pushed himself off of the tree he had been leaning on and extended his hand to me.

“Wanna, Dance?”

I looked at him like he had just asked to drink my blood; this was hardly something I would have expected from Joe. He must have been just as surprised by himself as I was because he laughed despite my expression.

“Come on Lindz, I don’t bite,”

“How can I be sure?”

He rolled his eyes and took my hand anyway, it wasn’t the easiest to dance in to wet grass but we did our best. Joe had horrible rhythm, but soon I got caught up in the music and I forgot everything, except him singing the words in my ear.

I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

And maybe, I'll find out
The way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days

Suddenly he stopped singing and I looked up at him in surprise. The arrogant, playful Joe I was use to was gone and replaced by a serious, determined Joe. He looked into my eyes like no ever had before, as if he could see the things I kept hidden from even Nick his gaze scared me a little…

My voice came out in barely a whisper, “You voice is beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Was all he said never breaking his gaze, his eyes softened even more if it was possible and then he touched his lips to mine.

[Lauren]

Please write more, I really want to know what happens next...

[Sunshine93]

i love it!! more please!
just one thing..
how old is everyone right now? at the going away party?

[pixietink22]

during the going away party: Lindz and Joe are 10, Nick is 8, Kevin is 12

[pixietink22]

Chapter 4

The contact of Joe’s lips on mine sent electric surges through my whole body. Could this really be happening? My shock soon turned to curiosity and I leaned into the kiss as he deepened it. Could this really be happening, did he have feelings for me? All these years when I rolled my eyes at my mom for saying so was she right? Was I really kissing the bane of my existence, my mortal enemy? Impossible, I was dreaming because I don’t like Joe and he defiantly wouldn’t ever in a million years admit to even remotely liking the idea of liking me, let alone kiss me.

However since we have established that I’m dreaming and that in no real universe would I ever really kiss Joe Jonas. I decided to enjoy this dream and see where it leads. My first kiss may not have been with my ideal but I couldn’t deny that kissing the enemy wasn’t so bad. Those lips packed a punch, one that got my heart racing and soon we were both breathless.

Joe pulled back first and I opened my eyes to his look up into his. Reality returned and the dream façade vanished. Our moment was gone and I pulled back from his arms. Instantly I felt cold, maybe a little sad that this perfect moment was ending.

What was I thinking? I had just committed a sin against nature, I had willing and happily allowed myself to be kissed by the most exasperating person on the planet. He must have been watching my facial expressions change with each thought that ran through my head and Joe smirked down at me, of all the things to do after having the gall to kiss me he thinks he can just turn it into a personal joke.

I felt my face light on fire, my hand swung back and a loud crack across his face. He raised his hand to cover the red mark, “Jeez Lindz, why are you always hitting me for?”

“UGH…why do you always make me want to hit you Joseph Adam Jonas.”

“I don’t get it what did I do?” he did genuinely look confused at my response and I don’t know why but having to explain it to him just made me angrier and louder.

“Who do you think you are, just going around kissing people without their permission? You have a lot of nerve you know that. In case you forgot we don’t even like each other.”

“What makes you think I don’t like you?”

“Are you kidding me right now? I didn’t think I hit you that hard that you would forget the facts of life, but here let me enlighten you, 1 plus 1 equals 2, gravity is the force that keeps you grounded, babies don’t come from cabbage patches and finally we haven’t gotten along with each other from the day we met. I swear to god Joe if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face I will do it for you.“

My threat only made his smile spread into a full out toothy grin. I felt my hands ball into fists at my sides. Joe noticed this to and put his hands up in defense.

“Whoa easy killer, I don’t want any more violence from you tonight. Though I do have to admit that your so dang adorable when you get all fired up. Don’t you see Lindz? Our teasing banter and playful pranks was our link.”

“Crazy boy say what?”

“Ugh,” he reached for my hand but I deflected his reach and put it in my pocket. Never fazed for a second Joe ran his hand through his shaky hair pulling it away from his face to meet my eyes again.

“ You always had Nick to be mushy with, to tell your secrets to and your guys’ whole weird music connection thing, and I see the way you look at Kevin. Like he is some shining star just out of your reach and you practically worship the ground he walks on.”

I scoffed at that last comment, “I so do not,”

The look cold glare froze my words of protest, I had never seen Joe this serious before, why did he care so much about my relationships with his brothers? My silence gave him a false sense that I wanted him to continue.

“… but who can blame you, Kevin is the “perfect” one to protect you and comfort you. All hail saintly Kevin the perfect son, brother, and friend. How can I compete with that? And your perfect makemewannapuke love/friendship that you have with Nick. You didn’t really leave me an angle to be part of your life, you only see the things I’ve done as bully tatics; the truth is I was just desperate to do anything to get your attention. You already had the hero, and a prince, I just tried to be the best villain I guess.”


Now I had heard everything, he was really trying to use the excuse that being a heartless jerk to me all this time was his way of showing he cared about me. He could see the disbelieve written on my face I didn’t hide it, or the anger that I felt towards him in that moment.

“That is the dumbest excuse I have every heard,” I began to walk way and suddenly turned and looked at him one last time. “If you had really cared you would never have hidden your true emotions, thank you for ruining my first kiss you jerk.”

That was the last time I saw Joe Jonas, my enemy, my first kiss, my beautiful conundrum.