my life as the jonas sister(complete)

[Anna]

i know the jonas brothers do NOT have a sister, but in this story they do, so lets just use our imaginations, ok?
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I closed my magazine and smiled at the sound of well over 100 girls screaming. I hear my twin brother talk to the crowd while two of my other brothers tune their guitars. The girls scream even louder when the next song is announced. I got up and walked to the curtains to peak out onto stage. This was one of the biggest crowds I’ve seen for one of my brother’s shows so far.
“We had a lot of good times when we were together and I thought we’d last forever you and I…” I cheered along with the crowd as my younger brother starts to sing, proud of how far they have come since the old Broadway days.
“Becca, is it almost time to go?” I turned around and saw my youngest brother, who wasn’t part of the band, rubbing his eyes. I smile and kneel down next to him, letting him lean on me.
“Pretty soon Frank the Tank, why don’t you go find a place to lay down for a while?” I suggest. Sitting through a Meet and Greet and then a full concert was a lot for a 5 year old.
“But I can’t sleep on the floor!” He whined. I sighed and picked my brother up, which seemed to make him happy for the moment.
“You know, it’s going to be like this almost every day once they start this school tour.” I said quietly, but Frankie was already fast asleep in my arms. I sighed and looked out on stage one more time. I loved my family to death, and was so proud of my brothers, but ever since the “Jonas Brothers” started, it’s been pretty hectic. Taking Frankie with me, I found a big box used for storing equipment and climbed on top of it, wanting to fall asleep myself. Little did I know this was just the beginning.

“But mom! That isn’t fair!!” Joe argues.
“Yea! I need to be there!” I add.
“No, you need to be in school.” My mother said sternly.
“She can share my tutor!” Joe says.
“Rebecca, Joseph, we’ve already made up our minds. You can stay with Mandy and her family until we come back, it won’t be so bad sweetie. You can come to shows that are close to home, and we’ll all call every single day.” My mom says, softening up a little and stroking my hair.
“Frankie’s going!” I complain. If she’s taking a 5 year old on tour, don’t you think a 16 year old can handle it?
“If Frankie could stay, he would. You should be thankful that you have a place to stay.” Joe starts to say something, but our mom interrupts.
“That’s enough. We can discuss this at dinner.” She gets up and walks out of the room. I look at Joe, my eyes starting to tear up. He takes a deep breath and then puts a smile on his face.
“She’s right Bec, we’ll call you every single day and make sure you get to the concerts no matter what. And we’ll be home before you know it.” He says, but I can tell he’s not 100% sure about that. I nod anyways and hug him tightly.
“I’ll miss you guys.” I say quietly. He doesn’t say anything, but I know he will miss me more than ever. I’ll miss all of my family, but Joe the most. Identical twins, we’ve never been apart except for the first few minutes when I wasn’t born. He was my best friend, and there's no doubt this tour thing was going to be hard for both of us.

No matter how much we tried to hide it, we were all crying now. I stared at all the luggage by the front door and just started crying even more.
“I want Becca to come mommy.” Seeing Frankie upset didn’t help at all. There is nothing worse for me than seeing one of my brothers sad, especially Frankie and Nick, my two younger brothers. I picked him up and held him tight, knowing this would be the last time I could do this for a long time. After a few minutes I set him back on the ground and moved onto my father. He hugged me and whispered something about how much he wished I could come in my ear. Next came mom, who squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe.
“I love you honey, we’re just doing what's best for you. You understand that, don’t you?” I nodded, even though I didn't get how separating a teenage girl from her family was a good thing. Kevin. My older brother, the guy who has had my back since the day I was born. The guy who helped me with my problems, made me laugh, and taught me the wonders of Starbucks. I hugged him, not caring that his t-shirt was getting soaked with my tears. He kissed the top of my head and then pulled away, letting me go on to Nick. Little Nicky. I can’t even tell you how much I would miss him. We hugged, this time my shirt getting a little wet with tears.
“I’ll miss you.” He whispered.
“I’ll miss you too, but you’re going to have an amazing time. It’s time for you to fly.” I whispered back, knowing that he’d appreciate that I quoted one of their songs in that corny little way of mine. I let out a big breath and picked up my suitcase.
“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to Joseph?” My dad asked. I looked at Joe and he put his arm around my shoulders.
“We did earlier.” He said, squeezing my shoulder harder. My mom wiped a tear from her cheek.
“Alright then, I guess we’re ready.” She said, picking up her own luggage. We all filed out the front door and into the car, taking one last look at our small New Jersey home. After driving for about 60 seconds, my dad pulls up in front of a house my brothers and I have grown up in. It was our home two blocks away from home. I look at the familiar faces at the front door, smiling and waving, waiting for me. I get out of the car and we all exchange tons of goodbye’s and I love you’s. I slowly walk up the front steps and say hi to the VanDuyne family and thank them for letting me stay with them. Then I watch as my family drives away.

[Anna]

It’s been nearly a month since the tour began. It hasn’t been too bad, I talked to everyone every single day and living with Mandy was a blast. We’ve been friends since as long as I can remember, so she knew how to get my mind off missing my family and make me have a good time. But there was really nothing she could do that day to make me feel better.
“…I can’t believe she actually said that to him!” I exclaimed, both of us laughing as we entered the house after school.
“I know, the girl’s got guts, you have to admit.” Mandy said between giggles.
“Girls, could you come here please?” Mandy’s mother called from the kitchen.
“Sure mom, just a sec!” Mandy replied as we kicked off our shoes and tossed our backpacks in a corner by the stairs. The second we got into the kitchen we stopped laughing. Mrs. VanDuyne looked so worn out and worried we knew something had to be wrong. She motioned for us to sit down. We glanced at each other worriedly and did.
“Rebecca, sweetie, your mother called earlier.” She started. I let out a nervous laugh.
“Why? She knew I was in school…” I said, quickly and silently praying everything was alright.
“Yes dear, she did, but you see…” She was interrupted by the phone. “Why don’t you get that, it’s probably them.” She said. I nodded and got up to answer the phone.
“Hello?” I asked, not knowing what to expect.
“Hi Rebecca, how are you?” It was my mom, she too sounded worried and scared. Almost like she’d been crying. I heard Mrs. VanDuyne get up and whisper to Mandy to let me be alone, but I shook my head, wanting her to stay. I don't know what's happening, but if it’s something bad I want my best friend there with me.
“Ok I guess, how are you guys?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.
“Well…I know you’ve noticed for the past week or so Nick has been sort of…irritable?” I had to agree on this; every time I tried to talk to him on the phone he seemed pretty cranky. I figured it was lack of sleep.
“Well, I don't know how else to tell you this…your brother has been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. He’s going to be in the hospital for a little while.” My mom said quietly. I started to panic, falling to the floor where I sat, uncontrollably trembling with tears rolling down my cheeks. Mandy ran over to where I was, obviously scared. She picked up the phone that must have fallen out of my hand at some point and started talking to my mom, while yelling for her own mom to come here. Mrs. VanDuyne somehow managed to get me sitting at the table and stopped the shaking, got me to take a wet cloth from her to wipe my face, and gave me a glass of water. She said something about me going to see Nick in the hospital right away, and that she would call my school to let them know I won’t be there for a few days. But I didn't hear any of it. All I could think about was that today, just another regular chilly November day, my baby brother’s life could possibly be at stake.

I was incredibly lucky and was able to get a flight that night to go see my brother. I didn't know where I was going or when I would be back, and I didn't care. All I knew was that either my dad or Kevin would be waiting at the airport for her and they would go to the hospital right away. It was impossible to sleep on the plane, or do anything else. So for two hours I sat there listening to the guy next to me snore and trying to ignore the kid who was kicking the back of my seat. Mandy called a few times to see how I was doing, but I couldn’t talk about it. Finally after what seemed like days, we landed and I found my brother waiting for me right away.
“Hey Becca.” He said quietly when I got in the car, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him.
“How’s he doing?” I asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Ok I guess, mom and dad are there now with Joe and Frankie…his blood sugar is really high, over 700.” Kevin said, biting his lip. I could tell he was fighting back tears, which made me even more worried. Kevin rarely cried, especially in front of me.
“What should it be?” I asked.
“Between about 70 and 150.” That isn’t good. I didn't say any more until we arrived at the hospital. Kevin signed us both in at the front desk and led me up to Nick’s room. He was sleeping. He looked so small and helpless lying there. I went over to my mom, who was sitting by the bed stroking my brother’s hair, and hugged her. Then I went over to my dad and hugged him, and finally kneeled on the floor next to the bed, kissed Nick’s forehead, and ran my fingers gently across his cheek, a tear falling from my face onto his blue hospital gown. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around and saw my dad, motioning for me to stand up. I did, and he pointed to the waiting room outside the open door where I saw my brothers sitting.
“We need to talk to the doctor honey.” He said softly, walking me into the hallway and closing the door behind me. I walked over to the small waiting room. Joe and Kevin glanced up at me; Frankie was asleep in Joe’s lap. I put my arms out and Joe gently lifted the small sleeping child and handed him to me. I sat in the hard plastic chair next to Kevin and held Frankie close to me, burying my face in his soft hair. Nobody said a word, nobody had to. We all knew that Nick’s health was the only thing on each of our minds.

[chandy]

awww, that's so sad!
I love this idea and your writing style! It's refreshing to read something that isn't about falling in love with JB, even though those are great, too
Love it! Post more soon!

[Anna]

;D thanks! yea i know, i love those fanfics too, but sometimes you get tired of reading the same exact thing just with different characters. anyways im working on chapter 3, so it should be up soon.

[chandy]

Yeah, don't you get tired of the fics that are all the same?
"I fell in love with him at a meet and greet, we dated, then I caught him kissing another girl who really just forced herself on him, so now I hate him. But secretly, I still love him. Then he did something extravagant for me to take me back, so I forgave him. Then he proposed and we lived happily ever after!"
Yeah, I could do without those. Although, I am guilty of writing one I've learned my lesson though.

Sweet! I'm excited for the update!

[Anna]

its kinda shortish, but whatever...
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I wake up, yawning, still in the waiting room. I carefully move Frankie off of my lap and climb over Joe and Kevin, all three peacefully asleep. After stopping in the bathroom, I quietly and slowly open the door to Nick’s room. To my surprise, even though it’s early, he is sitting up looking out the window. He smiles when he sees me and I smile back, walking over to him. I give him a quick, gentle hug and sit down on the edge of the bed.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Tired. And weak.” He said. I must have looked pretty upset because he added, “Better now that you’re here though.” I had to smile at that and give him another hug.
“Are you hungry? Can you eat?” I ask, noticing my own hunger.
“I’ll wait for a while…oh! Look at this!” He exclaims, looking on the small bedside table for something. He finally picks up a dog tag and puts it on, smiling proudly. I laugh.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It has my name on it and says type 1 diabetes. It’s so if I ever have to go to the hospital for anything, even just a checkup, they know they can’t give me certain medicines. My whole medical history is on this thing. Cool, huh?” He says, showing me the necklace. It didn't seem like that big of a deal to me, but I nod anyways. Maybe he was just trying to stay positive. Nick was always good at that. Suddenly I remember something.
“Hey, I got you something at the airport!” Sticking my hand in my pocket, I find the paper I was looking for and hand it to him. I had torn it out of the newspaper that the snoring guy on the plane was reading. It was kind of stealing I guess, but he won’t miss it. Nick takes a minute to skim through the short article and smiles. It was a review from their concert last week in Michigan.
“That’s so cool! Thanks!” He says, a huge smile on his face. But after a few moments he seemed to come to a horrible realization and that smile quickly disappeared, the expression on his face something I would never want to see on a 13 year old boy, especially my brother.
“Rebecca…what if…what if something happens to me? What if I can’t be in the band anymore?” He looks at me with terrified eyes. “What if I d…” I shake my head, interrupting him before he says it.
“That’s not going to happen Nick, you’ll be out of here soon, and then everything will be ok. You’ll finish the tour, come home, and everything will be normal. You have to be brave, ok? Can you do that for me?” I ask, trying hard not to cry. He nodded, smiling at me.
“Don't cry Becca. Like you said, I’ll just have to stay here a little bit longer. A little bit longer and I’ll be fine.”

Three days later I’m sitting backstage for probably the 10 millionth time in my life, singing along with the song my brothers were performing. Nick had just gotten out of the hospital yesterday and already he was back on stage and feeling so much better.
“Bec, would you take Frankie out there for a while to watch?” My dad asked, showing up behind me with Frankie. Normally I didn't like having to take him out into a crowded room and follow him around so he didn't get lost, but today I agreed, taking my brother’s hand and leading him down the stairs and around to the front of the stage. I catch Joe winking at us from on stage, and roll my eyes in response, laughing. A bunch of people we were standing near temporarily took their attention away from the music to comment how adorable Frankie was and say hi to me. For the next half hour we screamed and sang with the rest of the fans, dancing and having a great time. Joe, Nick, and Kevin were having so much fun on stage, not hesitating to go crazy and change things up a bit. You would have never guessed that just two days ago, we were all sitting in a hospital room crying and praying for Nick. As soon as the final song was over, I told Frankie we should get going, but before we make it backstage, Nick says something that stops us.
“…I’d like to bring my family up here right now. Over the past few days, I’ve been going through a lot, I got pretty sick and wasn’t sure if I would even be able to be with you guys today. But they helped me get through it, and I’m very thankful for that. So come on up here guys!” Well that was unexpected. Frankie let go of my hand and ran to the edge of the stage; where Nick bent down to lift him up. I could see my parents heading towards the stage too, looking just as confused as I was. I looked at Joe; he knows I don't like getting up in front of a lot of people. He just shrugged like he didn't know what was happening either. I made my way to the stage and pulled myself up, where I was greeted by a very happy Nick, and that was as good a reason as any to be there.

[chandy]

aww!
they are such good brothers!
I love this!!!

[Anna]

“Wake up, it’s 11, how late do you think you can sleep?” I groan and open my eyes, not too happy to see Mandy hovering over me.
“As late as I want.” I reply, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. Mandy shook her head.
“Come on, I’m bored.” Mandy complains. I roll my eyes and give in, sitting up.
“Yay!” Mandy claps and moves over so we can both sit on the bed. I laugh at how she always gets excited over nothing.
“Oh, by the way, Joe called about an hour ago, he said to call back when you wake up.” I nod.
“Ok, I will in a little bit. Now I’m in the mood for some Starbucks.” Mandy smiles.
“I swear, you’re more Kevin’s twin than Joe’s.” She laughs as I pull shoes and a sweatshirt on.
“Maybe, but that doesn’t change the fact that I need coffee now! You coming?” Mandy nods and follows me downstairs and out the door. She hops on her bike and I haul myself onto the handlebars, neither of us can drive yet unfortunately. Four blocks later we arrive and while she locked the bike up, I headed inside. Christina, the cashier, smiled at me as I walked in.
“The usual?” She asked. Kevin and I have both been in here so many times we don't even have to order anymore. It’s great. I nod and wait while she gets the coffee. Once she does, I take the cup and sit down at a table, taking out my cell phone to call Joe while I wait for Mandy to come in and order her drink.
“Hello?” He says.
“Yo Joe!” I reply, using the old greeting we thought was hilarious when we were little.
“Hiya Becca!” He said, laughing. It didn't really rhyme, but it was the best we could come up with at the age of 8. I laugh with him.
“Rebecca Jonas, that is enough with this nonsense. We have a very serious matter at hands right now.” Joe says in a strict, deep voice.
“Oh we do, do we?” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Yes. Do you realize how important this is? This is life changing. You will never believe your ears. Never in a million years! Do you want to hear this news, Rebecca Jonas? Do you think you can handle it?” By now I knew this ‘important news’ had to be something incredibly stupid, like his ice cream cone melted or something.
“I can handle it.” I assured him.
“Ok…so this morning I was watching Blue’s Clues…” He started. I gasped.
“Not Blue’s Clues!” I said. He sighed.
“Yes, I know this is all so much to take in at once, but it was Blue’s Clues.” He confessed. I stifled a laugh.
“And what did Blue do today?” I asked, smiling and mouthing ‘Joe’ to Mandy, who was just coming to the table. She nods and rolls her eyes, but I know she wants to hear what crazy story he’s come up with this time.
“Blue said that my numbers go like this: 1…2…3.” Joe said.
“Good job Joe, you are now officially half as smart as Frankie!” I congratulated him.
“I’m not done yet! So when I counted to three, it reminded me…” Ahh, now I knew where this was going.
“The Jonas Brothers are returning to Wyckoff in THREE DAYS!” We both yelled at the same time. Christina looked at me and shook her head, smiling. I didn't care if people were staring, in three days my life would be normal again.

Closing my eyes and leaning back on the couch, I smile. It’s insanely loud, with the sound of a video game, the radio, Kevin’s guitar, Frankie playing, our parents talking upstairs, and Nick occasionally singing along with either the song on the radio or what Kevin was playing. I could barely hear myself think, and that’s just how I like it.
“Dude, I’m killing you!” I open my eyes and turn all my attention back to the TV screen, realizing that Joe actually was beating me. No problem. Within a minute I was back in the lead and Joe was once again in awe and disappointment at my amazing gaming talents. Growing up with four brothers pays off, and I can easily beat Joe in mostly any game we play, even if I get distracted and temporarily fall behind.
“Can’t win buddy, you might as well just give up now.” I smirk.
“Yea, I guess you’re right…” Joe says and puts down his controller. I raise my eyebrows. He usually doesn’t give up that easily.
“Uh…ok then.” I shrug and get up to go join Frankie in playing some game with his beloved Care Bears. Within seconds I hear a crashing sound and see Joe doing a little victory dance.
“Joe! You cheater!” I yell at him, playfully punching his arm. He falls on the couch.
“Ahh! Frankie! Help me! She’s attacking me!” He yelled. He tried to pull me down too, but I grab his arm and twist it-just enough to stop him but not enough to hurt him.
“You bet I am!” I laugh. Frankie runs up to me.
“Leave Joe alone!” He orders, hands on his hips like a little super hero. I let go of Joe and back away.
“Yes sir! Whatever you say, please don’t hurt me!” I beg. Frankie glares at me and steps closer, like he’s ready to attack, but then turns to Nick instead. I thought I was safe for the moment…until Frankie and Nick start whispering and nodding.
“Ooh, you’re in for it now.” Kevin warns me. The younger boys charge and before I know it, I’m laying on the couch, Frankie sitting on my stomach, Nick on my legs, watching TV as if everything was completely normal. Which if you knew this family, kind of was. Kevin was sitting behind me doing who knows what to my hair, and Joe was on the floor laughing hysterically saying something about finally beating me. I laughed along with him, sitting up and removing my younger brothers from their new “couch”. Frankie simply went back to playing with his toys, while the rest of us sat and watched TV, like nothing had happened. It was like this for the rest of the school year, just hanging out, goofing around like we used to. But that summer it all changed.

[Anna]

We all sat around the kitchen table, watching Kevin and not looking away for anything.
“Uh huh…ok…yes…ok, we understand. Thank you…bye.” He pressed the end button on the phone and stared down at it for a few moments before looking up at us.
“That was Columbia Records.” He said. “We just got dropped.” He said quietly. There was dead silence in the room, something very rare in this house.
“What does that mean?” Frankie asked finally. Kevin sighed.
“It means that…” He started to explain, but Joe interrupted.
“It means that they won’t sell our CD anymore. It means that we can’t perform anymore.
It means that there are no more Jonas Brothers!” He said angrily. Before any of us could say anything, Joe stood up and stormed upstairs to his bedroom. We heard a door slam and Kevin and Nick ran upstairs to talk to him. I looked at my parents. My mom gave me a halfhearted smile.
“He’ll be ok, this is just going to be hard for them.” She said. My dad nodded and sighed. Frankie just looked from them to me with a scared look on his face.
“It’s ok Frank the Tank.” I assured him. While my parents talked about what was going on and Frankie went off to play, I headed upstairs. Nick and Kevin were standing outside the bedroom Joe and Kevin shared, the door closed.
“He locked us out.” Nick said with a sigh.
“Yea, he’s not going to let us in any time soon. Talk to him, Rebecca. Please. He’ll listen to you.” Kevin added. I stepped up to the door and started knocking. Kevin and Nick left, whispering ‘we’ll come back later’ to me.
“Joe, open up. It’s me.” Nothing. I knocked harder. He wants to be stubborn? Fine. I can do that too.
“Joseph!” I begged after he still didn't open the door. My knuckles were starting to hurt. “I’m gonna keep knocking until you open this door!” I warned, switching to my other hand. Finally I heard movement inside the room, a click, and then more movement. I stopped knocking and turned the knob. It worked, he unlocked it. I walked in. Joe was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had their CD, “It’s About Time” playing quietly. I took a deep breath and sat on the edge of his bed. He didn't move.
“Joseph, please talk to me.” I pleaded quietly. He sat up.
“How could they do this to us?” He asked, barely in a whisper. I shook my head.
“I don’t know, but they're going to regret it. They just turned down three amazing musicians with a huge amount of talent. You can sing, you can write, you’re the best tambourine player I’ve ever met.” I said. He smiled. “You’re a great guy, Joe. You don’t need a record company to tell you that. Forget Columbia. You have a great future, even without them. You’re smart, you’re talented, you have a great personality, and you’re pretty good looking, if I do say so myself.” Joe smirked.
“Are you just saying that because I look exactly like you?” He asked. I laughed.
“No! I mean it. And there’s one more thing about my brother Joe. He never gives up. He keeps trying, no matter what. And if you can do that now, I guarantee you someday you will be famous.” And I genuinely believe that too. Joe nods and hugs me.
“Thanks Becca, I love you.” He says.
“I love you too. Now are you ready to talk to your brothers?” He nods.
“Ok, I’ll go get them. Just remember, don’t give up. Have faith…restart.” I said. I got up to go get Nick and Kevin, and as I left I saw Joe pick up his notebook and start writing.

Don’t give up. Have faith. Restart. Those were the words I had told Joe, those were the words I later saw written and underlined in his notebook, and those are the words he followed. Over the next few months, I saw a miraculous growth in my brother. He became more serious about things, took control in where his life was going. Day after day he was down in the basement with Kevin and Nick. Over and over I heard them discussing new lyrics, creating new music, and after a while, a song began to unfold. Every night when they would come upstairs after hours of work, there was a sense of accomplishment, of excitement glowing in their eyes and on their faces. Then one day, the phone rang. My mom answered and after a few minutes, her face lit up and she called for the boys to come downstairs right away.
“Hollywood Records is on the phone…they want to speak to the Jonas Brothers!” She told them excitedly. The expression that took over those boys’ faces was priceless as Kevin took the phone and talked to the person on the other line, Nick and Joe at his side trying to hear what they were saying. When Kevin hung up, the entire family was gathered around him.
“They want us to come out to their studio right away, they heard ‘Mandy’ on Disney Channel and loved it! They want to hear more of our songs; they said they think we can go far with them.” He said so excitedly he could barely get all of his words out. The kitchen broke out into hugs and laughter.
“Alright you guys, this is our chance. If they really like us…” Joe didn't finish his sentence. He just started laughing and shaking his head like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

That weekend the Jonas Brothers, my dad, and I flew out to California. Joe insisted that I come to be there when they play their new song, which so far he hasn’t let me hear. When we got to LA, excitement overcame each of us. Hollywood Records had sent a limo to pick us up at the airport, and the whole way there Kevin, Joe, and Nick were nonstop talking and singing.
“Time for me to fly, time for me to soar! Time for me to open up my heart and knock on heaven’s door.” I smiled as I listened to my brothers. When we finally arrived at the studio, my dad and I sat anxiously as they talked to the boys and listened to them perform a few songs. Then one of the employees there opened the door and told us that the boys wanted us in the room to hear the next song.
“This is one we just recently wrote, I’d like to dedicate it to my sister.” Joe said, smiling at me. Kevin and Nick started playing the song, and as soon as Joe started singing, I knew what he had done.
“When you love someone, and they break your heart, don't give up on love. Have faith, restart. Just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. When it falls apart, and your feeling lost, all your hope is gone, don't forget to hold on.” At the end of the song, Joe mouthed ‘thanks’ to me, and I gave him a thumbs up. I could tell everyone in the room had loved it just as much as I did. And that’s how the Jonas Brothers came back, bigger than ever.

[chandy]

Love it!
Becca is definitely the luckiest fictional girl ever.