So, I found this challenge on snowfall's profile and thought it was a really good thing to combine with my future-jonas-fic idea… and my current obsession with dedicate fics... so this is to you Snowy!

Lizzy Jonas and the story of fireball the pony…

"Daaaaaad!" I yelled. "Where is my Penelope Peachpit Purse?"

Thirteen year old Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Jonas searched through her closet, filled with all kinds of clothes her aunt Stella whether had bought or made for her. Her black hair all messed up again, after 2 hours of washing, drying and styling it.

"Dad!" I yelled again. Digging through all kinds of stuff in her red and gold room. I had to find my PPP to fit perfectly with my outfit. I mean, you couldn't go to a fashion show you looked forward too for over 7 months non-fashionable? That sounded shallow, but I really wanted to look good tonight.

"Calm down, honey, what is it?" the calm bass of my father said.

Lizzy looked up, a T-shirt covering a part of her face. Her father leaned against the doorpost, smiling at his oldest daughter.

"What is it now?" He asked, walking towards her and grabbing the T-shirt of her head, his similar to her black coloured and curly hair bouncing as he chuckled.
"I can't find my Penelope Peachpit Purse." She said, continuing her rampage through her room.

"I swear you're just like Joe, always looking for stuff, you even have the same eye-colour as he has." Kevin Jonas, oldest of the Jonas-siblings, part of the world-famous band JONAS and her father answered her question, grabbing some stuff from the floor and dumping it on the bed.

I huffed in annoyance, flicking my hair out of my eyes. "Dad! One: I'm not anything like uncle Joe." Don't get me wrong, I love uncle Joe, but I'm not like him. "And two: I need the purse! Please daddy!"
He sighed, still smiling and grabbed some more clothes from the floor. "Maybe it's underneath some of this load."
"I already searched there!"

Really, dad wasn't helping… Okay, I shouldn't have snapped at him like that, but this was really important to me. My very first 'no-parents' go out with my friends, I was overly excited, but also very nervous. My dad had always been there for me with stuff like this, always the steady factor to fall back on.
This time it was just me, my friends and freedom.

"Why do you need it anyway?" Dad asked, looking up at me and raising an eyebrow.
"Duh, the fashion show tonight!" I rolled my eyes; dad could be so obvious sometimes.
"You are planning on going to the fashion show?" He suddenly asked, surprised.
"Yeah, isn't that awesome! I've been looking forward to it for over 7 months!" I explained to him, sitting down on the bed, using hands and feet to make my story vivid.
"It's going to be so cool! Silv is going to be there and Chibi too, we're going to have so much fun!" I knew my cheeks were flushed (again) but I didn't really care.
My smile dropped though, as I saw a very familiar look in my father's eyes.

A look I knew very, very well.

"Lizzy, honey." He began, sitting down next to me. "You can't go to the fashion show; it won't end till over two am, far beyond your bedtime!" He said, putting his arm around me.

"What!?" I yelled, jumping away from his outstretched arms. "But I have to go to the fashion-show, all my friends are going! It's my first unsupervised outgoing!"
"So if all your friends jumped in a volcano, you would follow them?" He asked, tilting his head and smiling his white teeth.
"That's not fair, it's noting alike."
He sighed. "You're right, but honey, I love you and I don't want you to miss your first 'outgoing." He used his fingers by 'outgoing' "But I don't want you to miss your sleep either, it's important. With that, there are a lot of dangerous things out there, I don't think this is a good thing to do, so sorry Lizzy, you can't go to the fashion show tonight."

Yeah, become a real parent now dad, way to go…

"Dad! Please!" I begged. He couldn't do this to me!

"I said no Lizzy, I'm sorry!" He said, a pleading for forging him look in his brown eyes.
"But dad!" I continued whining, not understanding.

Usually my dad and I were super close, always agreed with each other, well usually. I really disliked this.

Dad ran his hand through his messy hair and sighed. "I wish it was as easy as it was when you still believed in cloud shaped bunnies and chocolate chipmunks." He muttered. "Listen Liz, I'm very sorry, but I do have good news for you."
His voice rose a little and he smiled a little too bright…
"And bad news." I ended for him.

He winced. "Okay, that too."
I sighed, straightening my white T-shirt and black jeans. "I'm sorry dad, for yelling at you. Tell me the news." I was still upset, but really I wasn't one of those teenagers who didn't listen to their parents.
With that, he seemed really upset by it too.

"Mitchell, Audrey and Alexis will be here tonight." He said.
I was surprised, what was so special about my parents babysitting my little niece and nephew?
"Okay, what's so good about that?"
"You can baby-sit them, on your own."
I stared at him; I thought they found me to irresponsible to take care of my eight, seven and five year old cousins. That was cool, I guess.
"Wow dad, that's a surpr…"
Then I grew suspicious.

"Wait, so uncle Joe and aunt Stella can't take care of Mitchell and Audrey, uncle Nick and aunt Macy can't take care of Alexis and you leave me here alone with them…" I figured. "Where are you going?"

Dad swallowed. "I always said you had Nick's intelligence."
"And Joe's looks and your character, I know. Now where are you going?" He was trying to distract me, he was very good at that, but I wasn't going to give in.

"to ze bwasin plow." He muttered.
"What?"
"To the fasion show. It was all Stella's… "
"WHAT!" I shrieked. I couldn't believe it!
"I said…"
"Dad! So I can't go, but you, mom, Joe, Stella, Nick and Macy can go?!" I said, accusing.
"Sorry honey, but we're grown-ups, we can…"

"You're such a hypocrite dad! Not letting me go to the fashion show because you want me to baby-sit!?" I hissed. "I never thought this day would come but right now, I really hate you dad!"

I had been looking forward to the fashion show for months now; each and every one of my friends had talked about it for ages. It was one of the biggest events of the fashion-week and only entrance for thirteen and older. My first year and then he wouldn't let me go, because of selfish reasons!
"I hate you Dad!" I screamed and saw the hurt in his eyes as I worked him out of my room and slammed the door shut.

"Lizzy!" I heard him say from the other side.
"Kevin." I said, using his name instead of my loving 'dad'.
I heard him walk away, knowing I wouldn't be reasonable for a mew hours.

Heck I wasn't.

I stormed over to my bed and threw myself on it.
Stupid parenting, stupid baby-sitting, stupid fashion show!

a few hours later

"Hey Lizzter!" my uncle Joe yelled, scooping me up and twirling me around, I tried to look sour, but couldn't help smiling a little as his eyes shone with their usual humour-lights.
"Heya Joe!" I said, in our usual greeting. "Hi aunt Stella." I said over my uncle's shoulder.
Stella was holding her fashionable trench-coat in her arms, along with the five year old Audrey and a very hyper eight year old Mitchell dancing around her feet.
I wasn't actually surprised she was going; I just had been looking forward to going with her.
I knew my father was looking at me, but didn't turn around. Joe was clearly puzzled and I knew he was glancing at his brother in a 'what happened?' look over my shoulder.

Joe put me down and smiled at me, before walking towards my mother and father, kissing my mom on her cheek before walking a little to the side with dad.

*ring, ring*

The bell rang again and out of habit I walked towards it, before realising I was still mad.

I wasn't rude, so I opened it anyway.

"Hey uncle Nick…" I said, trying not to sound happy at the sight of my also curly haired and very talented uncle and his wife, Macy as he handed their daughter Alexis to her.

"How are you Lizzy?" He asked, giving me a brief hug.

"Bad." I answered, before nodding to aunt Macy and walking away. Not caring about the stares they gave me. I was still pretty pissed; I mean, what kind of father did this to his daughter?

"I had hoped she would like baby-sitting alone the first time!" I heard my father say in an annoyed tone.

"Calm down Kev, she can't be that angry." Joe answered.
"She said she hated me!"
"Yeah, that's pretty bad."
"Joe!"
"Yeah sorry, it's going to be fine, there'll be more fashion shows in her life, more then enough."

But not my first… I thought, stepping into the living room, where they were talking right now.
"Are you leaving to the bloody fashion show or what?" I asked, more towards Joe then dad.
"Lizzter…" Joe said, began, but I cut him off.
"Don't 'Lizzter me' I'm angry okay, and for good reasons as well! Just go and let me suffer alone, or rather with my lovely cousins that is."

"Lizzy…"
"Just go okay?" I said, falling down on our leather couch next to Audrey and Alexis, who were watching a sesame street marathon.

They all left with "bye honey (s)" and "good luck Lizzy." But I kept silent until they were gone and watched the marathon with the double A's, keeping an eye on Mitchell who was playing with my old toy-cars ( I had been a tree climber and toy racing kid while growing up, rather then playing house and dressing up dolls).
I even made them some warm milk before they went to bed. I tucked them in and even sang to them.

No calling me a bad baby-sit, he was just a bad father. I figured.

I was thinking about what I was missing when the phone rang.

"It's Lizzy you're talking to." I said, picking it up from my current position, horizontal on the couch.

"Snowy!" my nick-name. "Where are you?" one of my best friends Arie, nick-name Chibi, yelled into the phone.

"I'm at home, my dad made me baby-sit!" I yelled back, it being obvious that it was very loud wherever she was.
"Where is she?" I heard my other friend, Belle, nick-name Silver, yell into the phone.
"On the other side of the line, Silv." I laughed.

"You have to come here! It's awesome." Chibi continued.
"I can't, dad's orders and I can't leave the kids alone."
"That sucks snowy!" Chibi said, yelling something I couldn't hear to Silver. "Silver and me are going to write it all down, so we'll give you a detailed report tomorrow okay?" She said.

My friends were great. "Thanks guys!" I answered gratefully.
"Anything!" Chibi laughed.
"We love ya hun!" Silver screamed again.
"Okay, bye, have fun." I said almost sad.
"Will do, bye!"

With that they hung up and I felt lonelier then ever in the now quiet house. I had promised myself I would stay up late, so I could prove to my so called father that I could handle that, but I had no idea how…
I decided just to stare at everything in the room.

Television, nothing on, already checked.
Door to kitchen, already cleaned it and I wasn't hungry.
Desk with computer, I wasn't feeling like writing right now, though my anger would surely make a great story.
Lamp, yeah.
Bookcase… Oh why not?

I lazily walked over to the big, dark wooden bookcase and grabbed the first book, witch turned out to be quite large, dusty and heavy, I saw.

The book was called, the adventures of Fireball the pony, by Kevin Jonas.

My dad had written a book? Oh well, might as well.
So I opened the book and started reading…

It was a dark and stormy night and Fireball the pony was stuck in Box Canyon.

Okaaay?

in Box Canyon. A little town in the kingdom of Old-Jersey…

To be continued…

Okay then, I hope you liked it (especially you Snowz) Yeah, I included myself and Chibiyugixyami in this, because I'm not really creative.
This is the second of my 'work on while not working on DoW' projects and another one of my dedication stories and I just thought I'd update it. (I am still working on DoW, just a little stuck right now and I'm here and there working on Standing out in the crowd, just FYI…)
Once again, not frequently updating, sorry, because I'm mainly focussing on DoW and once again, reviews make me write fast and update frequently, so there's a chance…