Summary: Miley Stewart is stoked. The Jonas Brothers have moved in next door, and she can gaze at them as long as she wants to. Then a new girl moves in next door to the JoBros and well, things get messy. Jiley Loliver JoexOC NickxOC

So, I really shouldn't be writing another story what with my 26 stories already posted and 20 of them being chapter stories, but this idea has been swimming around in my head for weeks. Plus, it involves Joe Jonas, so I couldn't resist.

I've got to admit that I really have no idea where this will go. I'm just letting it take me wherever.

NOTE: A pairing for Kevin is up for suggestions, so if you really love Kevin and you would like to be in my story, feel free to tell me! Or maybe if you have a star or something you want to hook him up with, tell me! My mind is wide open!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. Nor do I own the Jonas Brothers (I do, however, own my Joe poster my friend made me, my Jonas Brothers CDs, and anything else I have that is Jonas Brothers) BUT I will own Joe momentarily for I have been promised him for Christmas! Yay! And I own plot, writing, and the OCs that will go in here, ne?

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Chapter 1- Sweet Mama its the Jonas Brothers!

A very bored brunette heaved a sigh as she sat on her yellow couch. The stench of burnt cookies hung thickly in the air. She had not inherited her father's knack for cooking, nor had she had the time to learn it.

But today, she had nothing but time. It was a Sunday, so she had no Hannah things going on, her two best friends were currently "busy", and her dad and brother were out looking at colleges.

She sighed again, wishing for something to consume her endless amount of time. She flipped on the TV to a boring, brain melting show on MTV. Miley groaned, glancing out the window into the sky. She grabbed her guitar from its stand, and made her way up the stairs and onto her balcony. She plopped onto a chair and began messing around with the strings of her guitar, hoping to get lost in the music and have that feeling where suddenly its been hours and you haven't even noticed it.

Unfortunately, that is not how it went.

Miley let out a frustrated scream, standing up and going to stand by the railing. She placed her elbows on it, setting her chin in her hands. The warm breeze blew her hair back slightly, and the smell of salty ocean hit her nose. She sighed in contentment, closing her eyes and beginning to drift off into peaceful daydreams.

A loud crash pulled her from her peaceful reverie.

"Oops!" A voice she swore sounded familiar exclaimed. She concentrated hard on the voice.

"Joe! What did you do?!" Another familiar voice yelled.

"I may have dropped the box with the dishes in it!" the voice yelled back.

"You idiot! I swear you're worse then Kevin sometimes!"

Miley gasped. She had placed the voices.

"I take offense to that!" a new, and familiar voice joined in.

Yes. She was positive. Miley let out a small yelp, rushing back into her room. She checked in her full length mirror to make sure everything was in order. She smoothed out her dark denim jeans, and plucked a hair off of her pink t-shirt. She ran a brush through her hair, and swiped on some lip gloss. Miley fled down the stairs and out the door, already having a plan in mind. Anyone asks what she's doing and she's getting the mail.

She made her way down the driveway after slipping on a pair of flip-flops. She gazed at the neighbors that were moving in, and she knew who they were.

"Sweet mama its the Jonas Brothers!" she exclaimed, a little too loudly. A guy with straight, shaggish hair turned around, and Miley saw that it was Joe Jonas. A giddy feeling rose in her throat, and it was hard to keep her mouth shut. Yes, she had met the Jonas Brothers on multiple occasions, but them being her neighbors made her want to jump in the air.

"Hey!" Joe called to her, and she waved to him. He smiled and motioned her over. Miley could barely contain herself.

After what seemed like a lifetime, she reached a spot in front of Joe, taking her time as to not seem too eager.

"Hi." she greeted brightly, thanking her father for her southern hospitality she had received from him. He gave her a warm smile, setting the box he was carrying down.

"Hey. I'm Joe Jonas." he greeted, offering her his hand. She gently shook it.

"Nice to meet you." she said, her voice rising an octave at the end. She mentally cursed it. Joe chuckled softly.

"Hey! Nick, Kev! Come here!" he yelled across the lawn. The muffled sound of boxes being set down sounded, and soon Nick and Kevin Jonas appeared.

"Joe. are you scaring people again?" Kevin asked, rolling his eyes. Joe glared.

"No. I was going to introduce you to our neighbor...which I don't know the name of." he said, turning to her.

"Oh, I'm Miley Stewart."

"I knew that. So yes. Nick, Kev, meet Miley. Miley, meet Nick and Kevin." Joe introduced. Miley shook hands with the other two Jonas brothers.

"Hey! Free movers! Get your butts back to these boxes an- Oh, hello!" Mrs. Jonas ordered, her demeanor changing as she caught sight of Miley.

"Hi."

"And who is this?" she asked.

"I'm Miley Stewart. I live right next door." she informed, motioning towards her house.

"Well hello! I'm Denise Jonas. Its nice to meet you." she said, offering her hand. Miley shook that brunette woman's hand.

"Nice to meet you, too Mrs. Jonas." Even if she'd already met her before.

"Oh please. Call me Denise." Miley nodded with a smile.

"Now you three," she began, turning to Joe, Kevin, and Nick, "need to get back to work."

"Do you need any help moving in?" Miley asked.

"If you're not bust or anything-"

"Oh believe me. I'm not." Miley cut in. Denise smiled with a chuckle.

"Then that would be very nice of you."

Miley could barely contain herself. She was going to help the whole Jonas family move into their house!

Wait until Lilly found out!

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Ew. I felt like it was awkward at parts. But I guess it doesn't matter what I think, only what you do. So you should review...even if it was shockingly short.

Yeash.

I x3 you!

--Lani

P.S. For this story title, which do you like better?: Oh, It Is Love OR Please Be Mine??

Something to ponder, and tell me your conclusion.