Hey! This is my third fanfic and my first Jonas only one. Sorry for those of you that get really upset that there is Jonas on Hannah Montana.

I'll warn you that the first couple of chapter are rather short in comparison to my normal amount of writing because this was initially written for a message board. But thanks for stopping by and I hope you guys enjoy it! If you did or didn't don't hesitate to leave a review.

Jenee


Chapter One: The Party

"Do you really think this is going to work?" I asked my best friend Shelly as she quickly checked the mini-cam she had somehow managed to hide in my dress.

"Olivia, of course it will work! Quit doubting yourself," She mumbled as she fumbled around with the wiring.

It was New Year's Eve and I was about to do one of the craziest things I had ever done in my life. I was about to sneak into a celebrity New Year's bash in the Trump Hotel. Not that getting in would be a problem. With my long blonde hair, silver sequined mini-dress, and knee-high black boots, I could pass for a celebrity. I had been told on many occasions that I should have played Serena Van Der Woodsen in the abc TV hit Gossip Girl. I did kind of look like Blake Lively if you kinda squint and turn your head a little. We had different bone structures.

The one thing that made me nervous was what would happen when I got in. Shelly had convinced me to get all wired up and try to get Joseph Adam Jonas -- Yep the Jonas Brother -- to give me a kiss at the strike of 12. I thought she was insane but the Jonas Brothers were my favorite band so I would basically do anything to hang out with them.

"I really don't see why we need the camera, Shelly."

She looked exasperated because she had explained the camera to me a thousand times already but I didn't like where her explanations went, "I told you. You get a picture kissing Joe Jonas and then the magazines will kill for it."

"But it's their personal life Shell. Cant we just keep it for the memories." I was not about to let her exploit them.

"Memories?" She started laughing; I didn't see what was funny. When she saw I was serious she toned it down a little. "We will discuss what to do with the photos after you get them. Now go."

I sighed and checked my cell phone for the time. It was 11:00. How on Earth was I going to sweep Joe off his feet and get him to kiss me in an hour? Shelly really was worthy of a straight-jacket. Whatever, at least I could meet some cool celebrities.

I made my way to the door where a big bouncer stood with his red velvet rope looking very pleased with himself to have landed such a prestigious gig. He took one look at my shiny locks and expensive-looking dress (Hello clearance sale!) and ushered me right in. It was even easier than I expected it to be. I guess Shell was right.

The lights and music pulsed around me as I heard some familiar beats and techno blast through the huge speakers next to the DJ booth. The entire room was a mesh of dancing bodies and champagne flutes. I saw a ton of familiar faces, mostly Disney. I saw David Henrie and Chelsea Staub dirty dancing and Demi Lovato sipping her bubbly while talking to a hot unidentified dark-haired boy.

Dirty dancing and underage drinking? I bet Disney would love to have all this caught on tape. I would have to burn this tape or something to keep Shelly from killing the rep of all the Disney Stars.

I scanned the room and came across the other two Jonas boys that I didn't need. Nick was chatting it up with his supposed (more like definite) girlfriend, Selena Gomez. She looked really pretty in her Boho style dress. Kevin was laughing his signature laugh in a group of other people I didn't recognize right off the bat.

Then a waiter came by holding a tray of champagne and offered me some. At that moment I realized I hadn't moved more than 5 feet past the entrance and in an effort to blend in I grabbed a glass and inched toward the edge of the dance floor. A couple of unknowns strolled by me giggling from all the alcohol they had already consumed. A few people waved at me as if they knew me, I waved back. This party was a total bore without anyone to talk to.

I scanned the room some more looking for my target. Then there he was. My eyes locked on him and I analyzed everything about him. He was standing in the corner of the room laughing a little too hard to be completely sober. His black satin-y suit complimented his olive skin well and his hair fell perfectly into place like it always did. He was joking around with a group of girls surrounding him. (Of course!)

I thought he was dating Camilla though. I scanned the room for her and quickly found her clinging to Robert Pattinson AKA Edward Cullen not too far from Joe's view. So they were playing the jealousy game, I guessed. Could Camilla look anymore desperate? Ugh, so tacky! I knew I never liked that girl, but I guess I was a little biased.

Then I went back to watching Joe in a really creepy fashion, I do admit. But when I turned my head to look at him again I found that he was looking straight at me. I immediately looked at my feet. Oh god. Did he know? Did he know that I had a camera on? What if he kicks me out and bans me from all Jonas concerts for the rest of my life?

I looked back up again slowly and he was still staring at me. What was his deal? I know he can't be looking at me because I look pretty. He was surrounded by a huge group of beautiful girls. I couldn't look away from him this time as hard as I tried. We both stared at each other, the party blurring into a swirl of lights and sounds and the only thing in focus was him.

He smiled. I smiled. His eyes felt like they were burning through me and he took another sip of his champagne. Maybe he was just looking at me because he was intoxicated. But no matter how hard I tried my eyes still wouldn't cut away from his. It was like a game, whoever broke the contact first lost. And Olivia Marie Long was not a loser.

Then something hit me hard, smack dab in the middle of my forehead and I was forced to break the eye contact.

My head spun and I felt myself quickly become horizontal and land with a thud on the floor. I felt the uncomfortable sticky wet feeling of champagne that had been doused all over my body. My head swirled around some more trying to make sense of the world and then failed. After my body's second failed attempt apparently it was time for a re-boot. That was when everything went black.

Great first impression, Olivia. Great first impression.