CHAPTER ONE

I wanna fight with you. Make up tonight with you.

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It had been a month since the day I picked Joe over Nick. It had been a tough decision, but I knew in my heart it was the right one.

Sometimes I wonder what if I had chosen Nick… I catch him staring at me sometimes, I can't help but blush. But the fact was that I love Joe. I've yet to tell him, but I figure he should tell me he loves me first.

I was supposed to go back to Indiana a few weeks ago, but due to some major convincing I did to my parents, I'm going to stay the rest of the summer. The boys had decided to take a break from touring until next summer, due to Alissa's pregnancy.

They were planning shows at the Staple Center, because it was local. Filming for JONAS happened three days a week and they were at the studio the entire day. I hated not being able to see Joe, but I dealt with it. Joe told me I was welcome to watch and I did once.

They happened to film a kissing scene between Stella and Joe. But the thing is that it's not like television where you only see it once. They had to do it 11 times. 11. 11! I watched the man of my dreams kiss a girl 11 times. I was in tears when they finished the takes. I was so overdramatic sometimes.

Joe saw me crying and looked upset that I was taking it so hard. He reassured me that he had no feelings for Chelsea Staub, and that it was just his job to kiss her character. I felt so pathetic.

I haven't been back to watch since. Today was one of the days they were filming. Alissa and I always tried to do things to pass the time, but today Alissa was too tired. She was tired all the time, now.

I drove myself to the movies earlier and then went to my favorite food place. Doing things like that isn't much fun when you're by yourself. I ended up being on the computer most of the day.

I still hadn't gotten used to the insane amount of messages and friend requests on myspace. Some people were nice, but most people were so mean!

Perez Hilton has been calling me a slut and a whore, but I still read the articles about the boys or me. I liked seeing how much was true.

isn't as fun when you know more information than he does. As odd as it sounds, I really want Perez to like me and write good things about me, instead of drawing pictures of penis' on my face. Maybe I'll meet him and make him like me.

I looked at the clock. 10 p.m. The boys should be home soon. I really need to find something to do to pass the time. I turned on my Jonas Brothers playlist from my iTunes, and layed down on my bed. I didn't bother pulling the covers over me.

Joe's voice was coming through the speakers. He sound absolutely angelic. The song that was playing was "Gotta Find You". I closed my eyes, imagining Joe's face. His muscular body. How I felt when I was in those muscular arms. His voice in my ear, singing to me softly.

Before I knew it, I was out of my sweatpants with my hand in my underwear. I pleasured myself, gasping Joe's name.

After a few songs, a song with Nick singing lead vocals came on. I opened my eyes and looked around for the remote to change the song.

I suddenly noticed Joe standing inside of my room, a shocked expression on his face.