"Thank you New York you've been a great crowd!" The crowd roared as we finished the last song of our third tour. We all ran backstage and headed for our dressing room.

"Finally we're finished!"

"Now we've got the whole summer to relax. No tours. No music videos. Just the beach, us and a whole load of beach babes!" Joe explained as he walked towards the shower.

"So Kev are you bringing along Kate?"

"I'm not sure, I mean I want to but we're going through a bit of a rocky patch."

"Why is everything ok?"

"I don't know, I hope so. I'm just glad the tours finished so I can spend some more time with her. You know?"

"So I'm guessing she is coming then. Have you asked her yet?" I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my lips.

"No I'm going to ask her tonight after dinner."

"Cool, well I'm gonna go check on Demi."

"Alright mate."

I wandered over to the snack table and grabbed a plate of food for Demi knowing she would be hungry after the show. I cared too much for this girl, but I didn't care. She was my best friend, wasn't I supposed to care too much? We'd been best friends since we were twelve when we first met in music class. I was knocked over by her voice and she was amazed by my voice and with the amount of musical instruments I play. We also did Camp Rock together which was great. We've been best friends ever since. On my way to her dressing room I realised I hadn't showered or changed, it was too late now anyway. I reached her dressing room and knocked twice. No answer. I waited for a minute or two. I knocked again a little harder. No answer. I turned the handle, and the door opened. I heard the shower blast. That's why she didn't hear me knock. Her dressing room was typical for an eighteen year old girl. Make-up was spread across the room, clothes covering every inch of the floor and of course the necessary electronics she 'couldn't live without'. I placed the food on the table and cleared a chair of clothes onto the floor. As I took my seat the bathroom door swung open and Demi walked out in nothing but a red lace bra with matching panties. As much as I needed to look away my eyes physically wouldn't. My eyes raked her body up and down seeping in every single curve until my eyes met hers.

"Nick what are you doing in here?"

"Errr, I brought you some food."

"Thanks." She smiled before walking over towards the plate of food.

"Demi, can you please go put some clothes on?" Because if you don't I'm going to lose the will to live.

"Why, you've seen me in my bikini? It's the same thing?"

"No it's far from the same thing. Plus I'm a teenage boy and your practically half naked in front me, whether your my best friend or a complete stranger it's gonna have an effect on me. Now go."

She huffed and walked over to her closet, choosing a shirt and pulling it on. It wasn't until she sat down that I recognised it as my Lakers jersey.

"Better Dad?"

"Demi, don't call me dad." Because right now I'm having indecent thoughts about you.

"Why because you were checking me out?" She kinked her right eyebrow up as she grinned.

Holy shit that was sexy.

"Dem, I wasn't checking you out, I was just shocked."

"Whatever, anyway I'm starving!"

She grabbed the plate of food and began eating away. The food was gone in a matter of minutes.

"Wow, you really were hungry?" I chuckled as she attempted to hit me in the arm.

"So Nick has ermm Joe said anything about me?"

"Dem come on?"

"What I just wanna know?"

"Fine. He said that the date went really well and he's gonna ask you out again soon." My chest tightened at the mention of the words Demi, Joe and date. Weird, that's never happened before.

"Oh my god! Wait he really said that?" Demi squealed.

Oh I completely forgot Demi's had a crush on Joe since Camp Rock, so like three years. I hate the way Joe gets all the girls even Demi.

"Yes now Demi stop screaming!"

"Okay, I'm back."

"What are you doing this summer?" Her smile faded.

"I've got to spend 3 fricking months with my cousins in Texas."

"What? Why?"

"My parents are going to Canada, and they said they don't trust me alone so I have to go."

"Come with us to our beach house in LA?"

"Really?"

"Yeah it should be fine with the boys, I'll just ask my parents?"

"Okay."

"Hi mom, can Demi come to the beach house with us this summer? Yeah, okay ring me back when you find out? Love you, bye."

"They said its fine, their just ringing your parents up now!"

"OMG this is going to be so fun! You're the greatest best friend of all time!"

"I like the sound of that!" Demi jumped up from her seat and onto my lap just as my phone rung.

"Yeah okay, bye."

"Dem, your parents said you can't go?"

"What! Are you kidding me?"

"No they said that your cousins have already made plans for you over the summer." I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer.

"Nicholas Jonas are you lying?

"Don't call me Nicholas, Demetria!"

"Nick, I'm gonna get you for that!"

"Hey Demetria your ticklish right?" I grinned as my hands tickled her stomach.

"Ni—Sto—Okay, I'm sorry." My hands stopped their movements but stayed on her hips.

"De-"

The door swung open and Joe walked in.

"Whoah what's going on here?"

"Nothing." We both said at the same time. Demi climbed off of my lap and walked towards Joe. He bent down and pecked her cheek.

My chest tightened again as Joe kissed Demi; maybe I had a cold coming or something.

"Nick, earth to Nick." I hadn't realised I was daydreaming until someone pulled one of my curls.

"Ouch! What?"

"We're all going out for dinner you coming?"

"Yeah, let me get changed."

"We'll meet you in the limo."

Joe wrapped his hand around Demi's small hand; I saw her body freeze before they walked off down the hall.