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[Jessica♥]

Alright, so this is a bit weird for me, I'm mostly known for writing the Kevin Jonas fics. But, I thought I'd take a chance and work on a Joe fic. So, lets just see how it goes, shall we?

Chapter One

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

Alright, so I don't live in Bel Air, I live in Los Angeles. And I'm obviously not a prince...mainly because I'm a girl. And my life has never been flipped-turned upside down. I just happen to like that show.

My name is actually Drew Mia Swift. I was named after Drew Barrymore, because E.T was my mom's favorite movie, and she always said that her first born girl was going to be named Drew. Even after all her drug problems, she still insisted on naming me after her, not that I have a drug problem or anything. I have a twin brother - who is older, and will never let me forget that, I'm only younger by like, ten minutes - his name is Chad Owen Swift. The coolest thing about it though, is that we weren't born on the same day, he was born on October 9th, 1989 at 11:57pm, and I was born on October 10th, 1989 at 12:07am. Pretty awesome, right?

Anywhos, I have a younger brother and sister, Paige Lily Swift is twelve and Brody Henry Swift is seven. They're like any other sister and brother; they feel the need to bug me every second of every day. But, I love 'em. My parents - Ian Logan and Allison Caroline Swift - are pretty cool...well, as cool as parents can be. My mom is a journalist for the L.A Times website, she mostly works from home, I like that she does...I never have to go far to ask for money. No, I'm kidding...well, slightly, but I like having one parent at home at all times. My dad is a super secret ninja. Alright, you caught me, he's not a super secret ninja, but he could be! He's actually a bank manager. See why I had to spice it up with the ninja thing? He could be a bank ninja though; just like stealthy slip money to people or something...I don't know. That would be pretty wicked though.

Another thing about my family is that my parents found it necessary to give us purity rings, me and Chad each have one. Paige and Brody won't get theirs until they turn thirteen. My parents thinking behind giving them to us, one; because we are Christian. Two; because they believed that living in California, there would be a lot of temptation, so we should have them to show that we respect ourselves, and don't want to get involved with anything like that.

Right before Christmas, my mom came running into the dining room where me, Chad and our tutor were, we've always been home schooled, well, since we were in grade five. Brody and Paige have never been to a normal school, so they're used to being tutored. Chad and I took an extra year of classes before we went off to college, we say it was to prepare ourselves for it, but we did it because we were scared out of our minds about going to college.

"Where's the fire, ma?" Chad asked after she ran in.

"What? No fire. I was on the computer surfing around and whatever, and I came on this website that was having a contest, whoever won got to go to the set of J.O.N.A.S, who know, with the band that Paige is freakishly in love with?" she asked, taking a seat on one of the chairs.

Oh yeah, I knew who she was talking about. She just had pictures all over her room of them, seriously. They were everywhere. I don't even remember what color her walls were before they all went up. Okay, I'm exaggerating, they weren't everywhere, but the majority of one of her walls was dedicated to them. Whenever I went into her room, they would always look at me...with their eyes. Obviously they were looking at me with their eyes, but you know that feeling when you walk and it feels like the eyes are following you? Yeah, it's like that. She liked the one with the hair....the really curly hair. Wait, two of them have curly hair...the younger guy. Rick?

"The Jonas Brothers?" I asked flipping to the back of the math book to see if I got the right answer, then groaned when I found out I didn't.

She nodded, "That's the one. And if she wins, it's week long set visit, hanging out with the boys and everything."

Chad and I both nodded slowly, while our tutor, Amy, laughed a bit, "What do you think her chances are, mom?" I asked.

"Well, you never know. And, Drew, honey, don't be mad but, if she was to win she would need an adult there. And you know that Paige adores you...so I put your name down on the application as the one who would be going with her," she said, very slowly.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Come on, you know she would love that," she said.

"But, mom, do you think I would enjoy being on the set?" I asked peering at her.

She gave me one of those looks, you know the one. When one of your parents really wants you to do something, and mentally they're saying, 'If you don't do this, I will break your iPod,' or something along those lines.

I closed my eyes and sighed, nodding my head, "Thank-you! But, keep it a secret, don't want her hopes up," with that she walked away, a bounce in her step.

"Sis, it's not gonna be that bad, she probably won't even win," Chad said, attempting to comfort me.

"It's not that I don't want her to win, I just don't want to go with her if she does," I said, looking back at the math book.

"I know how interesting this is and everything, but we need to keep on doing the math," Amy said, hitting her pencil on Chad's binder.

"Yes, ma'am," Chad said saluting her.

I laughed lightly as I flipped some of my red and blond side bangs out of my violet eyes. Yeah, violet eyes. Pretty wicked, if I do say so myself.

"Wouldn't that be insane if Paige won?" Chad mused.

I rolled my eyes, while I aimlessly pushed buttons on my calculator, "I think I would much rather poke myself in the eye."

He and Amy both laughed at that, "Come on, you don't want to spend the week hanging out on set with a bunch of Disney people?" he asked, moving some of his own red hair away from his face.

"No," I said flatly.

"Well, you wouldn't have a choice, mom already put your name down," he said in a mocking tone.

Because I am the mature one, I took my eraser and threw it at his head, right between the eyes!

"Alright, that's enough children," Amy said, just as Chad brought his eraser up. Haha, sucker.

[Amanda]

;Dpleassse post more! this is a really great and original story! i like it so far.....lol

[chandy]

hahah!
I love it, Jessica!
Drew is perfect for Joe, if I do say so myself.

[AxelAndra]

Of course I love it!
and I can't wait until the next chapter!!!

[Jessica♥]

Chapter two

Waking up to screams isn't the best thing in the world, but I did that fateful morning, I ended up trying to get out of bed, only to fall out because the covers were tangled around my legs, so I landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thud. Groaning and rubbing my head, I put the blankets back on my bed, and went downstairs. When I made it down, I was tackled in a hug.

"I WON!" Paige screamed.

"Won whaaaat?" I yawned.

She pulled away and looked up at me with her blue eyes, "I'm going to meet the Jonas Brothers!" she squealed.

I looked around at the New Year's decorations from a few nights before and nodded, "Well, hope you have fun."

She stopped mid step in her happy dance to look at me again, "You're coming with me."

I'm pretty sure my eyes nearly popped out of my head, "What?"

"Mom said she put you down as the adult that would be coming with me," she stated.

Then I remembered that conversation, question was, how was I going to get out of it.

"Mommy," I whined walking into the kitchen, with Paige following, "I don't wanna go to meet those people."

She looked at me from flipping the pancakes that Chad totally wasn't drooling over, "I told you before, I put your name down, so you have to go."

"Can't you go?" I asked.

"Do I look like I'm eighteen?" she retorted.

"...Yes."

She smiled and slid the pancakes from the pan to the already stacked plate, "Very funny, but no. It's you, and only you."

I sighed in defeat; you can never win against parents. It's like, just because they give you life, you have to do things for them. I think she didn't want to meet those people, so she was forcing me to go.

"When is it?" I asked, taking me regular seat at the table, and took a few grapes.

"Next week," Paige said from beside me.

I choked on the grape, and had to take a few sips of my orange juice, "Next week?"

"And we get to hang out there for a whole week, they're gonna send a limo here and everything!" she was too happy.

"Joy," I muttered.

"You're gonna lurve it," Chad said, pouring an unhealthy amount of syrup of his pancakes.


For the next week, I started coming up with stories that would have hopefully gotten me out of going to meet the Jonas Brothers; any other parent would have believed that I injured my leg. I think they started to buy it, until Chad threw an empty water bottle at me, then I began chasing him around the house, only to stop when I saw mom and dad standing there. Then I fell over, clutching my leg in pain...only it wasn't the one I used earlier as my excuse. So then they started not believing any of my other excuses.

When the first morning of the set visit came, I was happy to get three hours of sleep. But, Drew, why did you only get three hours of sleep? Why, I'll tell you. Paige kept me up freaking about going there, to see them. To talk to them. What she should wear. She came in around four am asking if she should bring her DJ Danger cape that she made. Why, I have no idea. But I told her no. When I realized that I wasn't going to get back to sleep - I would have been able to, but Chad got in on the action and began storming into my room with Paige asking what she should wear - I got up and showered. When I was done, I went to my closet, clad in my towel, to figure out what I was going to wear to meet these boys. I may not have wanted to meet them, but I wasn't going to dress sloppy, not my style. So I chose one of my oh I don't know, twenty pairs of skinny jeans, these one had skulls on the back pockets, black wife beater, and my purple hoodie with stars all over it, paired those with my Van slip on shoes with the word, 'Rock' stitched across them, grabbed the iPod, phone, and wallet put them in my bag, and went to wait downstairs. Just as I finished off my bottle of water, Paige came bouncing down the steps in the living room, with mom and dad following behind.

"You watch her," dad warned.

"I know," I said.

"Don't let her out of your sight," mom added in.

"Don't let her just go wandering away."

"Be nice, I know you don't want to be there, but put on a happy face."

"Don't forget your manners."

"Yes, be polite."

"Don't forget to take a breath!" Chad sang as he and Brody - still clad in their pajamas, lucky - went into the kitchen. Wait, wasn't that from a Jonas Brothers song? Oh, God, Paige got to Chad!

"I don't think you guys should be lecturing me, Paige'll be the one who attaches herself to Rick," I told them.

Paige threw me a confused look, "Who the heck is Rick?"

"What do you mean, who's Rick, the curly headed one," I told her.

"Nick!" she said loudly.

"Oh yeah," I said in realization.

"Well, Paige, no attaching yourself to Rick - Nick," dad said.

Knocking came to the door, and Paige near tripped over the rug trying to get it, only mom was faster, "Girls, the limo is here."

"Bye, daddy," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Bye, have fun, love you," he said, as we began walking towards the door. We told him we loved him too, and told mom that, then we were led away by the suited driver man, who actually looked like he could have been a ninja...which would have been awesome. But as it turned out, he was just our driver.


"The contest winner!" a women who looked to be in her thirties said, as she opened to the limo door.

"That's me!" Paige said excitedly.

"So, you're Paige, and you're Drew then. Nice to meet you," she said, extending one of her perfectly manicured hands out for me to shake.

"You too," I said, and dropped my hand to my side.

"I'm Louise, and welcome to the set of J.O.N.A.S," she said, leading us to the set building. I took off my oversized sunglasses and looked around once we were inside, noting fancy, just a bunch of room with names on them. I must have been in some sort of a daze, I just wanted out of there, because Lou - as I had christened her - was looking at me.

"Sorry?" I asked.

She smiled, showing off those pearly whites, "I said the boys are just through those doors, talking to the director, so come in."

I looked down at Paige, who looked like she was just told she could go into a candy store and take anything and everything, pretty darn happy. We walked through the doors and onto one of the sets, desks were set up, so it was most likely a school scene. And there they were, the three most sought after boys - apparently - all clad in jeans and t-shirts, two wearing slip on shoes, and one wearing boots, an older man was talking to them animatedly, while the boys laughed and nodded. Louise went over to them and started talking.

"Listen Paige, I know how excited you are, but try and remain as calm as possible, okay?" I asked looking down at her; she still had her eyes glued to the boys, who had turned to look at us.

"Uh-huh," she distractedly said.

"Girls, come on over," Louise said, waving us over.

"Go on, Pay," I said, giving her a slight shove forward.

"Aren’t you coming?" she asked.

I laughed lightly, and pushed my side bangs out of my eyes, "No, I’m not their fan, and I didn’t win a contest."

"Please?"

"I…okay," I said, and we walked over.

"Hey," one of them said…Kevin, that’s the one.

"H-hi," Paige managed to stutter out.

"Paige, right?" Nick – yes I remembered his name – asked her.

She looked about ready to faint; I managed to hold in my laughter at her face when Nick said her name, "Yeah."

"And you are?" Joe asked looking at me.

"Oh, the adult supervision," I informed him.

"So, that’s what I’ll call you from now on, adult supervision," he smirked.

I laughed slightly and rolled my eyes, "Or I’m commonly known as Drew."

"Drew." He seemed to ponder it for a few seconds, "Pretty name."

"Thanks, well…I think that Paige has some stuff for you guys to sign," I said, digging into my bag, because during the night that was one of the things she did keeping me awake, putting posters of them there, so no one would forget them, even though we were going to be here everyday for seven days. I finally pulled them out and handed them to the guys, who gladly took them and set them down on one of the desks, taking the Sharpie I had with me and began signing.

"Ask them for pictures," Paige whispered to me, while they continued to sign.

I scoffed, "No, you ask them. You're the one who wants them."

"No, you do it, please," she begged. She seriously looked about ready to cry, then I felt bad.

"Yeah, aright," I said, obviously caving in. I walked the few steps to the desk where they were signing the last few pictures, then her Bonus Jonas Edition, "Hey, um, Paige wanted to know if she could get some pictures with you guys. Would that be alright?"

"Yeah, of course," Kevin said, moving his head to get some of his flat ironed hair out of his eyes.

"I'm not sure you guys understand this, but you're seriously making her whole life right now," I informed them, who smiled at me.

"Yeah?" Nick asked with a chuckle.

"She's been a fan since the first album," I told them.

Joe laughed, "Wow, really?"

I smiled and nodded, "You have no idea," I took the posters and album as they handed them to me, and put them back into my bag.

"What about you?" Joe asked, standing up straight, "Are you a fan?"

I was really taken aback, what was I suppose to say, 'Sorry, I'm not really into your packaged Disney music.' Yeah, not gonna happen.

"Well...you know...you're talented...it's just-"

He cut me off with a wave of his hand, "We know. Our music isn't for everyone, it's okay."

I smiled at them and nodded, "Well, yeah, just let me get Paige then," I moved away from them, took Paige's arm, and literally dragged her back to where the boys were standing, apparently listening to Joe talk.

"Alright, here we go," I said, pulling the digital camera out of my pocket, turning it on, and focusing on them. After a couple minutes of snapping, Lou came over to us.

"Okay, how about we go on a quick tour of the set with the boys?" she asked.

I nodded and looked down at Paige, who looked about ready to pass out.

So that’s exactly what we did, they took us to a bunch of different sets, talking, in great detail – much to my dismay – about every single thing. And when we got to their wardrobe room, jeez, I thought I had a lot of skinny jeans. That Joe kept trying to make some kind of conversation with me – ‘What’s your favorite color?’ ‘What’s your favorite band?’ and so on and so forth – I continued to somehow turn the conversation back about Paige, I wasn’t the one who won the contest, I wasn’t their fan, he – along with his brothers – didn’t need to talk to me. Not that they weren’t talking with Paige, they were, they were being really nice to her and everything. After a few hours with them, I could see why she liked them, they were genuinely nice guys. Not snobby like I was anticipating, they were actual gentlemen, they made a point of opening the doors for us, it was actually kinda sweet.

“So,” Joe started when the day was coming to a close, “Are you going to be coming back tomorrow, adult supervision?”

I smirked at him, “My mom did put my name down, so I suppose so.”

He nodded, but I did notice that a grin was tugging at his mouth, “Sounds good.”

“Yeah,” I said slowly, “Well, it was nice to meet you, and thanks for being nice to Paige.”

“Of course, well, she is a fan, she’s the reason we are where we are,” he told me.

“Hey, it was nice meeting you,” Kevin said, coming over to exit doors, where we were waiting for the limo to come.

“Yeah, you too, Kevin,” I smiled, awkwardly returning the hug he pulled me into.

“See you tomorrow, Drew,” Nick said, once I was released from Kevin’s grasp.

“Tomorrow,” I confirmed, as Nick gave me a one armed hug, I guess he didn’t want to spill any of his diet coke on me.

“Here’s the limo, girls,” Louise said.

Each of the guys gave Paige hugs, before she began walking – in a daze – to the limo.

“Talk to you tomorrow,” Joe said, putting his arms around my upper back, resting his cheek on the side of my head.

“Okay,” I said, putting my arms around his torso. We stayed like that longer then I had hugged his brothers…combined. He pulled away with this goofy grin plastered to his face. I waved and stepped out of the exit doors, and made my way to the limo, where the door was being held open for me, before sliding into it, I looked behind me, and saw Joe still standing there, he waved at me again before slowly walking backwards and letting the exit door close.

“That was so much fun,” Paige said in a dreamy voice, which kinda freaked me out.

I rolled my eyes, but found myself nodded, “It’s wasn’t bad.”

She snorted, “Admit it, you had fun.”

“I didn’t say that I didn’t.”

“Whatever you loved it,” she said, then grabbed my bag and began pulling out some of the signed pictures.

I smiled and looked out the window. But I couldn’t deny it, I did kinda love it.

[chandy]

Ahhhhh!
Joe and Drew! Sittin in a tree!
K-I- - -I-N-G!
LOVIN IT, JESSICA! ;D

[Vanessa (:]

I loved the chapter. I can't wait until you post the next chapter. I hope it's soon. (:

[Courtney26]

OMJ! LOVE IT!! SO CUTE!!!!! AWWWW. post more!!!

[audreykins]

I love this story! Can't wait for an update.

[Perfect]

th was awesome! Please write more soon!