Author's Note: So, this is a new story, I was just sort of experimenting
Author's Note: So, this is a new story, I was just sort of experimenting. AND my friend made me write something about this pairing. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to write. So, here it is, in all its shining glory!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Jonas Brothers, Miley Stewart/Hannah Montana, Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez etc etc etc.
Even when I was surrounded in a crowd, I could never feel more alone. Walking the streets with my brothers, I finally started to realize my feeling of alienated from the rest of the group. The rock star life had a certain… monotony to it now. Concerts had lost their appeal. The screaming fan girls were not "cool" anymore, just tired and annoying. I had no idea if my brothers felt the same way, we'd continued to paste smiles on our faces and live the dream. Or at least I had.
We entered the venue the same way, keeping our heads down and covertly entering through the back so as not to attract attention to ourselves. Backstage was typical, but some things had changed. We had invited a lot of our friends to join us, one person in particular. Demi and Selena were together, to keep up the whole "best friends" classification. The press expected them to always be with one another, and liked it. As she entered the room, Nicks eyes fleeting went down to the ground. No one noticed but me, I kept a close eye on these things.
Her eyes also went down. They never even grasped a glance at each other. Slowly, I drew my eyes away from her and followed my brothers to have our forty-five minute lock-down. I for one, needed to clear my head of all things.
Especially of her. Each time I saw her, I tried to remind myself how unattainable she was. It wasn't worth it. I shouldn't risk my relationship with my brother. But I could still let my mind wander. And when I let it, it always found her.
Her eyes always drew me in closer. The two pools of crystal grey-blue always dazzled me. The way she wrinkled her nose as she laughed usually sent my heart into rapid palpitations. With skin as soft as porcelain, I longed to caress her cheeks softly and gather her perfect little body into my arms. But it's useless to dream like this, nothing could ever happen.
Usually, during a lock-down, we spend our time tuning up, warming-up, and doing push-ups, sit-ups and taking our sweet time to focus. Today was different. I collapsed on the couch and nonchalantly picked up a People magazine. I flipped through some pages so as to not draw attention to myself or my laziness. I stopped at a page towards the end. Her face stared back at me. I allowed myself a few moments to scan the page and smile slightly to myself, before quickly closing it and tossing it back on the table next to me. Kevin was looking at me, as if to ask "what's up with you tonight?". I shrugged my shoulders. There was no way I could tell him. He came over and sat next to me.
"So, what's up with you tonight?" I could read him like a book.
"Nothing." I took out my iPhone and started fooling around. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell my answer hadn't satisfied him, but he too, shrugged it off. Kevin patted me on the shoulder and stood up.
"Get ready," he said. I had no choice, but to push my imminent thoughts to the back of my mind, and focus on the task at hand. Putting on a show.
As Demi finished warming-up the crowd, Nick, Kevin and I hugged our parents and they wished us luck from the wings of the stage. I saw her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she was debating whether or not to come over to us.
"Joe? Joe??" My dad shook me back to reality. I turned my head to look back at him. "Joe are you okay tonight? Your head seems to be somewhere else."
"I'm fine Dad," I think I said that a little to soon. He looked me straight in the eyes, but mine when down to my shoes.
"You know Joseph, your mother and I are always here to talk. If anything is bothering you, don't feel like we don't care…" my dad continued talking but I saw Nick go over towards her. Without thinking, I clenched my fists. He whispered in her ear and I could tell they were talking. Suddenly, Nick leaned forward and a kiss was planted on her lips. She didn't immediately pull away.
Hostility towards everything grew inside me.
"Dad? Just shut up okay? Nothing is bothering me! Just back the fuck up and let me get the hell on stage!" I blew past him, grabbed microphone and waited angrily until Demi hopped off stage. Normally, I would hug and congratulate her, but I stormed past her as my brothers followed. Kevin was confused.
He greeted the crowd just like every other night and they roared back at us. I fought to keep my cool.
"This first song is called Hold On. Enjoy," I managed to spit out to the crowd. They screamed back to me in reply.
We don't have time left to regret!
Hold on!
It will take more than common sense!
Hold on!
So don't give up stand till' the end!
Hold on!
By that time, I was losing it. I was "rocking" the stage harder than I ever had before. The fans were loving it, but my band could tell this had not been rehearsed. Jumping on the piano, spinning the microphone stand and banging on the drums, my anger built. And it was all channeled towards one person.
Don't give up on Love
Have faith, restart,
Just
Hold on!
The girls gasped as a thick groan escaped my throat. Immediately, regret filled my gut and I felt like dropping to my knees. But my legs carried me the other direction. Away from my brother who was now trying to scramble up from the ground. There was blood spilt on the front of his shirt, just beneath where I had punched his face.
I ran off the stage, but not before seeing Kevins' face full of shock. His eyes met mine but only for a second. I brushed past both my parents, not thinking I could bear disappointing them like this. My dad tried to grab me, hold me back, but I pulled away. I just couldn't look at him.
Backstage was a frenzy with crew members rushing around and phones going on and off. I knew I didn't want to stay back here, because sooner or later they would bring Nick back here. He would want to see me. Then again, maybe he wouldn't. I could've just ruined my relationship with my brother in one foul stroke. Literally. As these thoughts swept through my mind, I pushed harder through the crowds of people, trying to get to the door.
Then I saw here again. This time, she looked at me. But instead of seeing what I saw in my other brother's eyes, I saw a thirst to understand and communicate. I also saw something else, something powerful (A/N: Powerful!), and unrecognizable. She held our gaze until I shook my head, as if to get these thoughts out. The big red exit sign hung above the door, situated ideally behind her. As I tried to quickly pass her by, my head turned the other direction, I could only hear her utter one soft word.
"Joe."
And the response came immediately to my lips, but I could not get it out.
"Miley."
A/N: I really hope you guys like it…I sort of just wrote it as I went along. I'll continue if I get enough good reviews..so…review please!
