(A/N) Thanks so much to everyone who reads this! It was originally a Jonas Brothers FF, but those aren't allowed on here so I changed it to a Connect 3 fan fiction :) :P

Haha. So yep!

This would be my very first fan fiction and I hope y'all like it...the characters are as followed:

Nate (17)

Rebecca (16)

Cullen (20)

Mr. & Mrs. Grey

Frankie (8)

Shane (20)

Jason(21)

Sydney (16)

*Sydney is Rebecca's best friend & Cullen is Rebecca's brother.

OKAY. So, I reaaally hope y'all like it. Review! Thanks so much!

By the way, I'm Katie.

:)

Enjoy!

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*REBECCA'S P.O.V.*

Ahh, the feeling of waking up to a stench of burnt toast and black coffee bright and early in the morning.

Saturday morning, which is the best part! Not.

"Ugh..Cullen!" I shouted throwing a fluffy pillow at my bedroom door. This wouldn't be the first time he'd nearly caught our entire apartment building complex on fire. Flashbacks devoured my brain and I immediatley waved the memory away with a flick of my hand.

I flopped over on my side and glanced out my window, groaning at the dissapointing sight. It was raining. HARD. But I shouldn't have been complaining, considering the fact that it hadn't rained all summer.

Summer! The BEST part of a young, 17 year old party go-er's life! Staying up all night or sleeping under the stars, summer romances, and best of all no school work! Sounds like so much fun right? Right.

Except for the fact I didn't get to do ANY of it. No, I was stuck in good old, boring Houston, Texas. It's funny, you know, most people think that us Houstonians/Texans ride to school on horses or go on the farm every morning to milk the cows. And somewhere in Texas, that may be the case. But in Houston, all there is is construction, humidity, and traffic. Yep, that about sums it up!

My door creaked open and I peered over my shoulder to see Cullen, my older brother's, apologetic yet cheerful face. "Oh, good! Your up."

"You couldn't tell by the way I threw a pillow across the room?" I asked sarcastically.

"I had no idea." He played along. I giggled, threw my covers off of me, and got off the bed. I winced at how cold the wood floors were to my small, bare feet.

"Goodness, what do you have the thermostat set on, Cullen?" I hissed.

"63." He simply replied.

"63?! What the heck!" I glared at him and marched over to my window to open it. The second the latch clicked and the window slid up, I swear, I broke a sweat. It must have been like 109 freaking degrees outside! I immediatley snapped it back shut and whipped around. "Okay. Now I understand." I looked down at the ground and hid my guilty smile.

"Thank you!" He laughed in a sing-song voice. "Now, come eat!"

I rolled my eyes and followed him into the kitchen where smoke was rising from the old, rusting toaster.

"I think we're in need of a bit of a renovation, Cullen." I pointed out.

"Oh, great idea. Let me just pull a thousand dollars out of my expensive leather wallet and-"

"Okay! Okay. No renovation. But can we get a new toaster? Cullen, how is your cooking carrer supposed to take off if you can't even cook toast?" I argued.

"I can cook toast! It's just that that toaster makes it really hard to..." His voice trailed off and I giggled. He was an amazing brother. Always trying his hardest to provide for me. "When do you have to go to work today?"

"Uhh...what time is it now?" I asked.

"9:30."

"9:30?!" I shot up from my seat at our small kitchen table and darted across the apartment to my room. I dug through my dresser for a light pink v-neck top, a pair of dark-wash skinny jeans, and flip flops. "Cullen James Tolken! What the heck were you thinking letting me sleep in an HOUR past the time I'm supposed to be at work? Seriously!?" I screamed across the apartment, making sure he could hear me.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He rushed into my room holding a spatula in one hand and wearing a glove on the other.

"Spatula? Gloves?" I tilted my head like a confused puppy.

"The toast is stuck in the toaster..."

"Wow. Cullen I have to go..I'll see you tonight!" I waved as I hopped across the room trying to put my shoe on. I zoomed out of the complex, ran to the bus stop, and was on my way to the Asteria 5 Star Hotel where I worked.

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I arrived just before 10:00. The hotel manager was standing by the front desk with an irritated glare, tapping his foot. I slowly trudged up to him and before I could even start to explain he gave me a command.

"1 hour and 30 minutes late. 1 HOUR AND THIRTY MINUTES, REBECCA! If this ever happens again you will be so fired."

"Mr. Donovan, I apologize. I am so, so sorry. It won't happen again, I promise."

"You can pull through with that promise tonight, while your working a double shift."

"Double shift?! That doesn't end until like 12:30!" I complained, watching my tone.

"AS a maid." He added.

"What? A maid?! I don't know how to clean!" I argued.

"Mrs. Patrick, head of cleaning supplies here at the Asteria Hotel, will be assisting you."

"Fine." I said through my teeth.

I turned to get to work and he cleared his throat.

"Thank you for being so understanding." I said with a genuine smile, but a sarcastic heart.

Summer doesn't get any better than this!

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I had gotten to the 8th floor and I have to say, the buzz of the vaccum cleaner was getting on my last, weary nerve. I had gone through grape juice-stained carpet, to toilets clogged with things I didn't know even existed, to the room I was cleaning just then which was the WORST of all.

The bedspreads & duvet covers were nearly falling off the bed, their were crumpled up peices of sheet music everywhere, and there were trays of food sitting on nearly every counter top & hard surface in the room. Not to mention the numerous hair products that sat messy & unorganized in the bathroom.

"Selfish..prissy...bratty girl..." I mumbled under my breath about whoever was staying in this room.

I began unfolding sheets from my "cleaning cart" to make the beds. But when I picked up the bedspread that was sprawled on the floor, a beautiful, shiny accoustic guitar came into my view.

And boy was it a sight for sore eyes.

I slowly and cautiously picked it up, making sure not to bang it into any nearby table top corners or walls.

My calloused fingertips glided over the wooden body of the guitar and a slight grin spread across my face.

I sat down on the bed and held the guitar close. I strummed the steel strings and began playing a song I had written 2 years earlier. It was called "Someone's Watching Over Me."

So I won't give up

No I won't break down

Sooner than it seems life turns around

And I will be strong

Even when it all goes wrong

When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe

Someone's watching over me

The door creaked open and I nearly dropped the guitar from standing up so quickly. I set the guitar in the corner and resumed making the bed before whoever was entering saw me.

"Was...was that you playing?" said a curious boy's voice.

I nervously whipped around only to see an adorably brown curly-haired boy named Nick Jonas standing 5 feet in front of me.

*NATE'S P.O.V."

"I..uhh...um..yes, I'm so sorry..Mr. Grey..sir...umm..." the girl studdered.

I chuckled and ran my fingers through my curls. "You can call me Nate." There was an incredibly awkward silence in the room for a moment. "...and you are?"

"Uh, Rebecca. I'm really, really sorry. I'll just finish cleaning and be going. Again, really sorry." She shyly turned away from me and her long, blonde wavy hair flew past me, sending a fruity aroma through the air.

"Hey..it's okay. Really. Your kind of..amazing." She blushed and looked down at her feet. "Uh..the singing. And playing, I mean."

"Th-thank you." she giggled.

"Could you play the whole thing for me?" I asked.

She slightly nodded, picked up the guitar and sat down on the freshly made bed.

She began playing a few chords which was great. But once she started singing, my knees went weak. Her voice was so pure and beautiful.

Once the song came to the end of the chorus, she stopped abruptly. "I..uh..never finished it."

"You wrote that?" I was dumbfounded.

"Yes." She simply said.

"Wow..." We kind of stared at each other for a second, and I wasn't planning on looking away, but she instantly broke the gaze.

"S-so, uh, what's it like? You know going on tour and stuff? With your brothers? It must be awesome.."

"Oh, yeah. It's really great. But sometimes, you just want to be home in your own bed."

"Haha. I know what you mean. But..you can never go wrong with all the free food you guys must constantly get." She giggled.

"Exactly! You so get it!" I exclaimed, chuckling a bit as well.

"Wow. You guys are so..lucky. You get to perform sold out concerts to millions every night. I have to say, I'm quite jealous."

"Well, with your talent, you could definatley be doing the same." I assured her.

"Ha, right." She mumbled.

"Really..." I looked into her light brown eyes and grinned.

"I, um, should probably finish cleaning." She quietly said, almost in a whisper, as she brushed her fingers through her bangs. Her blonde wavy layers cascaded down her sun-kissed face.

"Oh." I kind of frowned, I guess, but quickly smiled. I didn't want to look too love-struck. "Let me help."

We spent the next 30 minutes to an hour making the beds, vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing, and singing all the while.

"Oh, oh, wait. How about this one: 'Burnin' up, burnin' up for you bay-bay!" she mockingly sang and cracked up laughing on the floor.

"Hey! That song was written in 10 minutes! Give me a break!" I playfully nudged her shoulder and she looked up at me, biting her lip. It looked cute.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Grey." she rolled her eyes.

"Exactly." I agreed.

I turned on the TV and sat on the couch, pretending to be utterly and completely focused on whatever was on, even though I hadn't even checked to see what I was watching. My eyes were descretley following wherever Rebecca moved.

"Uh..um, Hannah Montana?" She giggled.

My head whipped towards the TV and I realized the channel was, infact, on Hannah Montana. "I..uh..love this show." I blushed and quickly clicked the guide button, searching for a different show and incredibly embarassed.

"Right. Well..it looks like I'm all done here." She looked like she was about to say something but immediatley shook the thought away. "It was nice meeting you. Bye." She quickly put her stuff on the cart of cleaning supplies and headed for the door.

"Wait, do you-" I turned around to ask her if she wanted to meet my brothers, but she had already left. I ran out of the room so quickly the chair fell over on it's side. I flew the door open and searched observantly around the hallway, but Rebecca was no where to be seen.

I knew she would be back for work another day. And my brothers & I would be staying at the hotel for atleast another week. We had a lot to get accomplished in Houston. Concerts, interviews, photo shoots, and tomorrow night's 25th Annual Celebration at the hotel.

I smiled to myself and thought, "She'll be there."

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So, yep. There you have it! The very 1st chapter of many to come. :) I seriously hope you liked it..because this is my first fan fiction and I worked hard on it! Haha.

So yeah, REVIEW! :)