I don't own the Jonas Brothers, just my character Taylor

kind of boring, but it will get better

My phone begins to buzz. I look over at my clock and see that it is nine in the morning.Why is my alarm going off now? Whatever. I turned the snooze on my phone and fell back to sleep. About five minutes passed until I realized why I was waking up that early. I stumbled around my room to find the television remote. Once it was found underneath my shirt from last night, I laid back into bed and turned on Good Morning America.

"And when we come back, we will announce the one lucky winner who will get to spend a few days in Hollywood with the Jonas Brothers!" Diane Sawyer exclaimed. Now, I know this may be stupid, but I only entered this contest because of a bet with my sister. I know who the Jonas Brothers are, but I wouldn't exactly call me a humungous, crazy fan. Sure, they are pretty good, but I'm just not that into them. My sister however, is a huge fan and bet me that if I got the chance to meet them, I would start to like them.

I thought it would just blow over, but her being the stubborn thirteen-year old, kept insisting she was right. Well, I decided to enter this contest just to make her shut up and get her jealous. I don't think I'll win, but it would be pretty funny to see her face if I did. Plus, I'd finally get to go to Hollywood.

Finally the morning show came back on. After some sort of introduction, Diane continued with the contest information. "And now, the moment all you girls have been waiting for…the winner is Taylor Altman!"Wait…she…that's my name! Did she really say my name?

"I HATE YOU!" screamed my sister, running inside my room. "You won!" she still yelled, obviously hating me with a burning passion.

"Chill…" I said, pushing her out of my room. Just then, my phone began to ring. When I answered, it was some manager from Good Morning America. He was confirming my age (the whole staying at their house…yeah, I don't know how they would get away with that if the winner was like thirteen…but, it didn't matter, I was practically an adult). So, I would leave that summer and be there for a couple days, chilling with them. I guess that would be pretty sweet.

FF: That summer

So, the past month or so were really weird. All of the girls at school were oddly jealous, which is strange because we are all seniors in high school. I promised to get my best friend an autograph, however. My mom was strangely lenient as well. I thought she would be against this one hundred percent, but she wasn't.

Before I left for the plane, my sister said goodbye and said, "Remember, you said you wouldn't like them…I betcha you will!" she teased. I ignored her and hurried off into the waiting area for the plane.

So, I boarded the plane and was seated in first class. Wow, this trip is pretty snazzy. After about six hours or so, we landed in Las Angeles. After finding my baggage and the man holding a sign with my name, I was escorted into a limo! I could get used to this.

The ride wasn't too long to their house. I knew we were there when we pulled up to the largest house I have ever seen in my life. The driver took my bags out of the trunk and allowed me to wheel the suitcase up to the front door. Before I had the chance to ring the doorbell, the door opened.

"Hey! You must be Taylor!" a tall guy with curly dark brown hair greeted me. I hate to admit it, but I didn't exactly know them by name and face. He walked outside and grabbed my suitcase for me. "Come in! I'm Kevin," he introduced.

"Hey, nice to meet you," I answered, walking into their house. "Whoa," I said out loud, looking around at the beauty. Kevin laughed at my reaction. Soon, I noticed two other boys walking towards me. One of them was shorter and had a large head of curly hair. The other was tall with straight shaggy brown hair.

"Nick," the curly-haired brother introduced and shook my hand.

"Sup, I'm Joe," the other boy shook my hand. I could openly admit that he was the better-looking brother of the three, but the other two were cute as well. Shit, I can't think like that. I can't let my sister win!

"Let's go into the living room, get to know each other better, I mean we will be spending time together," Kevin suggested. He reached for my suitcase again and started to wheel it near the stairs. "You know, for a girl, you sure pack light," he noted.

"Yeah, well I don't pack an entire suitcase dedicated for my shoes or hair products," I laughed, while the others joined in. Once inside the living room, I took a seat next to Joe and Nick.

"So, excited to win this contest?" Nick asked. Shit, I didn't expect this question. I can't tell them that I was never really into them…shoot.

"Totally, I've always wanted to meet you guys, you seem really cool, plus you all are near my age…" I lied. Well, I was informed of their ages before I came, so I at least knew that. This then sparked the question of how old I was. "18," I answered. "Ready to take on voting and what not," I laughed again, thinking it was funny.

"Sweet," Joe exclaimed under his breath, thinking no one heard him. Upon noticing three other pairs of eyes on him, he tried to cover himself up. "What? We're the same age, that's just cool…"

Soon, we talked all about life in general, music, and hobbies. "You know, you seem like the girl whose all quiet in class and sits there drawing in her notebook, listening to some pop-punk band," Joe profiled.

"Insanely wrong. I'll have you know, I am social, not quiet…pays attention and does not listen to pop-punk. Try hardcore music and even some indie," I said matter-of-factly.

"Fine, hardcore? You? wow…let me try again…I can see it, sitting at home, listening to said music then taking a break to go practice the guitar…" Joe tried again, looking discouraged from his first attempt.

"I can admit that you are close, but not exactly. Try practicing the drums…close! Sorry Charlie," I bit my lip and raised my eyebrow.

"Dude, you suck at that…" Kevin laughed.

"Wow, you are really different from what I thought," Joe noted.

"Is that good?" I questioned, raising another eyebrow. Joe just smirked and looked away. Soon, conversation switched the clothes. "Well, obviously she has good taste," Joe noted, looking over at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I didn't know where he was going at, until I looked around. I was wearing black skinny jeans with my chucks. All three of the brothers were wearing tight pants with some sort of sneakers, well, not Kevin.

"Anyway, how about we show you to your room?" Kevin suggested, standing up. I followed the brothers up the stairs. Wow, those jeans make their butts look really nice…snap out of it! They are nice. That's good, that's it. Nothing more. When they opened the door to my room, I was impressed once again; and this was only the guest bedroom.

"Like it?" Nick asked. I nodded and walked inside, wheeling my suitcase with me. Kevin then excused himself because of a phone call and Nick left realizing he didn't remember where he left his cell phone.

"Uh oh…" Joe said from behind me. I spun around, puzzled from his outburst. "That wasn't smart of them," he noted.

"What are you talking about?"

"Because now I am alone with a very unique, pretty girl…" Joe said, wrapping his right hand around his neck. Did he just say that? Somehow, I kept laughing inside.

"Oh really? What would you possibly do? Being alone with said pretty girl?" I bit my lip, walking over to where he was standing. His lips curled into a smile as I stopped right in front of him. He was only a bit taller than me, so our faces were near the same level. Joe took this opportunity to switch gazes from my eyes and down to my lips. Is he going to kiss me? Wait, I can't let him. My I am not going to let my sister win this one, they are all just celebrities, and I will not conform like all the other swooning fans! When his lips were inches away, I turned my head and looked up at him again, ready to finish my question I asked him. "Would you help her by putting her suitcase on the bed?"

I smiled and pulled his hand to where the suitcase was. "Hard to get…sexy," he smirked as he lifted the suitcase onto my bed. Before walking away from me, he stopped in front of my face again. He had the nicest pair of eyes I have ever seen. If there was something that made me attracted to someone, it was their eyes. Am I really starting to like a Jonas Brother? No, maybe it's just my lack of guy action at home. All the guys there are jerks and butt ugly. My concentration on his chocolate brown eyes was broken when Kevin walked in announcing his dinner plans for us.