A/N: this is my first fanfic. let me know if i should continue it, if i do, the jonas brothers will come in about the third chapter. PLEASE review! it's much appreciated. I know for the first chapter it's a little long, but if i ended it at the first post i could stop it at, it wouldn't be very long.

disclaimer: i do not own anyone in this story except for Braden.

"Lyla, Let's go!" My mother yelled to me from the bottom of the stairs. "Coming!" I yelled back. It was two weeks and three days ago when my mom gave me the dreaded news. She called my two brothers and I into the living room and told us to sit down. I knew it wasn't going to be good.

"Lyla, Braden, Joshua, I'm afraid that I have some bad news. You remember that nice man Mr. Jenkins right? Well, we're engaged, and we're moving to California to go live with him."

Of course, since Joshie was a little boy just shy of four years old, he didn't quite understand. He thought this was a good thing, just like a vacation. "Ohh, yayyy!" Joshie squealed. Braden just that there looking at his feet, Braden isn't one to show his emotions. I gave my mom a look as if to say 'we'll definitely be talking about this later', and I took Joshie and Braden up to their rooms.

I really didn't want to leave all my friends behind. Florida was where I grew up. I tried to convince my mom to get Mark, Mr. Jenkins, to move here, but she said that he couldn't move because of his job.

"Mom, do you honestly think I can just give up my entire life that I have here and move to California!?" I screamed at her. "Honey, you know that I'm not trying to make your life miserable, I'm just doing what's best for the family." She replied. She was trying her hardest not to get angry. "Does Mark have any kids?" "No, why?" My mom was a little confused. "Then, why can't he move here?" I asked. "Because, he can't give up his job. He owns a record company. Look at the bright side, you can become the singer you've always wanted to be." She said. "No, that's what YOU'VE always wanted me to be." And with that, I left.

Don't get me wrong, I loved to sing, but that was what my mother wanted me to. I just wanted to live a normal teenager's life. I didn't want to put up with all the famous drama. I took one last look at my room that I've lived in for 16 years. I shut off the light one last time, and walked down the stairs that held so many memories.

"Ninety-nine, one hundred!" I yelled from my bedroom. I was eleven and Braden was five. We were playing hide-and-go-seek. I heard him snickering from underneath the couch in the playroom next to his room. Since I'm the amazingly nice sister that I am, I decided I would make a detour so that his hiding spot would be the best. I was heading down the stairs, but I didn't see one of Braden's toys. I tripped over it, well long story short I broke my arm in two places.

"Lyla, could you put Joshie in his car seat while I load the last boxes into the moving van?" I let out a long sigh, making sure she heard the agony in my voice. "Yeah…" I replied as I picked up my now four year old brother. I hated that we had to move on his birthday. I'm normally not a softy, but I really looked out for my brothers, and wanted to make sure they had an amazing childhood. "Sisssyyyy!" Joshie whined as I buckled him into his car seat. "Too tight?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He just nodded his head and continued to play with his Tonka truck that I gave him this morning as a present.

I climbed into the backseat of our escalade, and took out my iPod. I set it on shuffle and watched the moving guys get the last boxes with my mother, and then she climbed into the car. "All set?" "Yeah!" Josh and Braden said at the same time. I just gave my mom thumbs up and went to sleep. I woke up about 25 minutes later when we arrived at the airport. "Lyla, could you please get Joshie out of his car seat and gather all of his toys?" "Yeah," I replied, still half asleep. "You ready to go on the big plane?" I asked Joshie. "Yeahhh!" "Okay, well then you have to give me all of your toys so I can put them into your bag." I expected him to put up a fight, especially since some of them were new toys, but he handed them right over. In a matter of 10 minutes, we were all out of the car and we said good-bye to our mom. We were going to fly alone while she drove the car following the moving van.

"Bye-bye Mommy!" Joshie said as he ran up to her and gave her a big hug. Now, Braden isn't the most sensitive kid, but when it comes to his mom, he can get pretty touchy. "Bye Mom, I'll miss you a lot." I could tell he was trying to sound all tough, but it wasn't working. Braden went up to Mom and hugged her for what seemed like forever, and as he pulled away I could have sworn I saw a tear. Out of all nine years of his life I have seen Braden cry like six times. The first five were when he was a baby, yet he still didn't cry like any other child. I went up to Braden and gave him a hug. "It's okay bud, it's only one week until we see her again." Now it was my turn. I slowly walked over to my mother, and I gave her a quick hug. "Please take good care of them, Lyla." She begged me. "Don't worry Mom, I will." With that we walked into the airport and set off for California.

"Ly," that's the nickname Joshie gave me when he was two, since he couldn't pronounce Lyla. "I'm hungry." He complained. "Okay, you want a hot dog?" There was a little hot dog place next to our terminal. We already went through security and it was now 7:00 P.M., and our flight left at 8:00. "Yes pwease." Joshie said as he continued to play with his toys. "Braden, we're going to get hot dogs, you want any?" "No thanks." He replied without looking up. "Sweetie, I know that you miss Mom, but you can't go this whole week without eating. Could you please eat something for me?" I was practically begging the kid. Ever since we got here he's barely said a word. "Yeah… I guess so", he replied. "Okay guys, I'll be right back." Since the hot dog place was so close and I could still see them from the line, I felt like they would be safe on there own.

"Okay guys, here you go." I handed Braden and Josh their hot dogs, and I sat down and ate my own. "Thank you sissy", Joshie said. "Yeah, thanks." Braden replied. I looked at my cell phone. The time was 7:30. "Okay guys, hurry up and finish your food, we'll be leaving in a few minutes." Shortly after the boys finished, the flight attendants voice rang over the airport. "All passengers boarding flight 645 non-stop from Miami to L.A. please come to the gate for boarding." I gathered all of Joshie's toy's and got out the tickets. We headed to the gate, and the flight attendant scanned our tickets. For some reason Josh was very interested in the scanner.

I hurried the boys onto the plane so we could get our seats. Of course, Braden and Josh fought over who got the window seat. It was a big plane, and we got first class. So I rode in between the two boys. "NO! I GET THE WINDOW SEAT! I'M OLDER SO I GET IT!" Braden screamed at Joshie. "NOO! I GET IT BECAUSE SISSY SAID SO!" Joshie screamed right back. I could tell this wasn't going to end soon, so I tried to resolve it. "Okay, boys, you need to be quiet, this is a long flight and you don't want to disturb the passengers now do you?" The boys just stared at me. "Joshie you can have the window seat for 3 hours, and Braden you get it for the rest of the trip." Since Braden was older he figured out that he would get the window for four hours instead of three. So he quickly agreed, but Joshie took a little more persuasion. "Joshie, if you do this for me, I'll give you my candy bar." That did it. "DEAL!" He screamed. "Joshua, please, you need to be quiet."

After what seemed like forever, but in reality was only about 20 minutes, I had the boys settled and quiet and the plane was taking off. Joshie really enjoyed take off, but I thought Braden was going to be sick. So I told him to close his eyes, and think of what new adventures we were going to have in California. This seemed to work because he was fast asleep. Not long after Joshie fell asleep. I decided to listen to my iPod, I got it out and clicked shuffle. The song that came up was "Hello Beautiful" by the Jonas Brothers. Now, I'm not the biggest JB fan, but I really liked their music, it was really inspiring. After about four more songs, I too slowly began to fall asleep too.

I suddenly awoke to the screams of Joshie. "Joshie, Honey, what's wrong?" "I had a nightmare." He continued to sob. "Honey, you got to be quiet, people are sleeping." Of course this didn't work. It was now 11:45, and Joshie now had the aisle seat. "You want to tell me about it?" I shouldn't have suggested this, because this only caused him to cry even more. I was slowly running out of options. I suddenly remembered how my dad would get Joshie to sleep when he was a baby. My dad died about 6 months after Josh was born, but I remember how he would sing to him, and Braden when they couldn't sleep. I decided to give it a shot.

"The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried", it was working, his cries started to become whimpers. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray", Joshie now sat there fidgeting with his hands, and letting out a few sobs every now and then. "You'll never know dear, how much I love you", Joshie began to drift off to sleep. "Please don't take my sunshine away."

Just as I placed Joshie into his chair and covered him with his favorite blanket, I heard someone clapping. I turned around and saw a man who appeared to be in his thirties, smiling at me. "Wow, that was amazing!" The man said to me. "Hah… Thanks." I turned around and was about to go back to sleep. "Oh, sorry, I'm Daniel Matthews, has anyone ever told you that you have talent?" Oh shit… here we go again. "Yes, and I'm not interested in a recording contract. Thank you though…" These recording studio people were getting annoying. "Oh, a tough one are you? We'll I'm not going to pressure you into doing something you don't want to do, but if I had a voice like that I would want to make sure I shared it. I'll shut up now, but here's my card if you change your mind." I excepted the card and thanked him for it, and fell asleep.

Okay, so I know I said I didn't want to become a singer and all, but this guy seemed like he actually wanted me to be apart of his record company. All the other people just asked me if I ever considered becoming a singer and would walk away. California was going to be boring, why not spice it up.

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