A/N: Hey everyone! This story is a side story to my other fic, Still Waiting. It is written for and dedicated to CrazyForJoeJonas, who is so in love with Joe that everyone (including me) fears for her mental health. Love you, Christina! I did change her name a bit, though.

By the way, I own nothing having to do with the Jonas Brothers, or Youtube. Just the idea! Joe is probably out of character (OOC) because I've never personally met him, so I don't know what he'd act like! But, I'm going to try really hard to be witty and smart! Enjoy!!

Joe Grey sighed as he rubbed his eyes. Concerts were way better than Red Bull, and they were just as debilitating. Concerts pumped you up, just like Red Bull, and when the euphoria of all the screaming girls, calling your name and practically selling their souls to be your wife or your girlfriend wore off, it left you just as tired as when Red Bull wore off and you crashed. He leaned his head back on one of the tour bus couches and closed his eyes, trying to decide what to do that required very little energy. Youtube. The thought made Joe pop up from the couch, reaching for his laptop as gravity inevitably pulled him back down. He smiled excitedly, feeling some of his hyperness rushing back. He would check and see how many "I LOVE YOU, JOE"s he'd gotten since his last video post.

The lead singer of the Connect 3 band had every intention of going straight to the Connect 3 Official Youtube site, but when Youtube's main screen came up, advertising all the "videos being watched right now," he couldn't help but take a look. His curiosity made him look through all the videos being watched, and one in particular caught his eye. The title proclaimed, "Slip Jig with Rice Moves." Grinning as he recognized the Connect 3 joke, Joe clicked on the link and was almost instantly directed to another screen.

As the video began to play, Joe began to unconsciously lean forward. The girl in the video was saying something, grinning madly, but Joe never heard it. He was drawn to her pretty face and blonde hair that looked silky even over a computer screen. She twirled once and the music started. She leapt into action, kicking her feet up as she kept perfect time with the Irish music. He watched in fascination as she skipped and twirled, all the while keeping her hands at her sides, never bringing them up from their position at her waist.

She finished one last twirl and pointed her foot out in front of her, bowing. "That's a wrap!" she called out with a smile, and the screen went black for a moment before different links began to scroll by, advertising related videos. Quickly, Joe clicked on some of her other videos and watched those, a goofy grin spreading across his face. When he had exhausted all of her videos, he clicked on the link to her page and read her biography.

Joe smiled even wider when he saw that one of her favorite bands was Connect 3. Most of her favorite videos were of him and his brothers. Down at the bottom of the page, she had written, Feel free to IM me at RiceMover. Be warned that if you're not interesting enough, I won't respond. Joe smiled as he logged on to his email. Oh, she'd respond to him, he had no doubt. He added her as a contact and then typed his first line.

DJDanger: Hey , it's Joe Grey from Connect 3. I watched you vids and they were amazing.

He hit the 'send' button, leaning back in his chair. Since the little green bubble next to her IM screen name told him that she was online, he expected an immediate response. A minute went by. "Perhaps she didn't see it," Joe said out loud, rationalizing. Two more minutes crept by, and still no answer came from . His eyes narrowed. Had she simply logged out, or was she making him beg?

DJDanger: I know you're there. I won't beg and plead.

Five minutes passed, and still nothing. Joe checked again to make sure that his IMs had gone through, and to his surprise, they had. She was ignoring him. He drew in a deep breath. All right, he could do this. She was different, and that was why he was interested, so why not take a gamble?

DJDanger: Alright. You win. I'm begging and pleading.

He hadn't really expected a response, but one flew up onto his screen almost immediately.

RiceMover: Are you on your knees yet?

Even though the response was not exactly the one he had been expecting, a response, however acidic it might be, was much better than no response at all. He hastily responded.

DJDanger: No, but if that's what it'll take, I'll see what I can do.

RiceMover: Fair enough. Don't bother. Tell me something about yourself. How do I know that you're really Joe Grey?

That question startled him. Joe sat back for a moment, leaning against the back of his chair. How would he prove that he was really Joe Grey? Another thought flashed through his mind and he winced. Had it really come to that already? He sighed and steeled himself as he responded. This girl was obviously different, and it would be worth it to get to know her.

DJDanger: I'll make you a deal. My bros and I are going on a talk show tonight. Give a random sentence to say, and if I'm really Joe Grey, I'll say it.

He gritted his teeth, hoping she wouldn't respond. She did.

RiceMover: Deal. Slip 'I've got a girlfriend in Ireland' in there somewhere, and we'll talk.

Joe was about to write back in protest, to say that such a sentence was way too hard, when the worst message of all came up. RiceMover has signed out of AIM. He glared at the screen and squared his shoulders. She was challenging him, testing him to see if he was really worth her time, and he would play her game. For now.

Joe had the host, the audience, and his brothers in fits of laughter four hours later on the talk show, but he didn't feel one shred of happiness. He only had four minutes left of the hour, and he still hadn't managed to find a place to slip in RiceMover's sentence. He would be forever grateful to the host, as he asked at that moment, "Is there anything else you guys want to say?"

Joe would later have to apologize for cutting Nick off, but at that moment, he found his chance. "Not really," he said casually. "But I do have a funny story to tell." Without waiting for anyone to express interest in hearing his story, Joe launched into his prepared speech. "I went online today and logged onto Youtube," he said, and paused while the crowd applauded, "and I was watching this video of this awesome Irish dancer, and someone posted this hate comment on there. I was so mad that I responded, 'Dude, I've got a girlfriend in Ireland.'"

The host seemed unsure of what to say, and so did the crowd. Nobody knew whether it was supposed to be a joke or not, and if it was indeed a joke, then it was uncharacteristically unfunny. "Never mind," Joe replied. He reached out and shook the host's hand as he saw the clock winding down to only a minute left for the show to air. "Thanks for having us," he said sincerely, "even with all our weird comments."

"Sure," the host responded, still in somewhat of a daze.

When Joe got back to the tour bus, he flipped open his laptop and signed into his email. Sure enough, she was there, waiting for him.

DJDanger: Did you see the show?

RiceMover: Yeah, I did. I can't believe it's really you.

Joe wasn't sure if he was supposed to take that as disbelief, or just happiness, so he waited.

RiceMover: I mean, you actually went on national TV and did that for me.

Joe winced.

DJDanger: Don't remind me. It was worth it, but it was totally stupid.

RiceMover: Because you actually did it, or because you did it for some random girl you don't even know?

DJDanger: Definitely because I actually did it. I'm Joe Grey! I mean, that was the first time I've made a "joke" and no one laughed.

RiceMover: Well, there's a first time for everything.

DJDanger: Ooh! You have a bit of wit in you. You're coming out of the shadows!

RiceMover: Yeah. Of your ego.

Ouch. Joe winced as he read the last line she had written. She was clearly saying that she wasn't the kind of girl that could be won over with all the glitz and glamour that knowing him had to offer, and his flirting didn't impress her in the least. He sat there for a moment, thinking of how he should respond.

DJDanger: Now that you know I'm not just some stalker, what would it take for you to realize that I'm serious about getting to know you?

The reply took a long time to come back, and Joe guessed that over in Ireland, this girl was really thinking hard about how she was going to test him next. Her reply showed up, and Joe leaned forward to read it.

RiceMover: My name's Christina O' Foran. I live in Dublin.

RiceMover has signed out. Joe gritted his teeth, and then forced himself to calm down. She was making him work for her, and in a way, he was grateful. It was making him realize already how much he wanted to meet her. But how? Suddenly, her response made sense. He dashed over to the list of tour dates and checked to see when they were going to Dublin. Two weeks. He sighed, suddenly tired. He had two weeks to find one particular girl, and Dublin was a big place.

The internet was an amazing, wonderful invention. You could find almost anything, and anyone, on the internet, including Christina O' Foran. Joe copied down the address of her dance studio and eagerly awaited the trip to Dublin.

"And 5,6,7,8," called the dance teacher. The private lesson had almost concluded, and Christina was simply trying to perfect her steps. The door to the studio creaked open and Joe slipped inside, unnoticed by Christina and her teacher. When the music, and Christina, wound down, the teacher nodded, smiling. "Good, Christina," she praised. "If you spent more time practicing, you'd dance like this at every lesson." Christina smiled and turned to pick up her dance bag and water bottle, only to notice Joe standing there, leaning casually against the wall.

"Rice moves," he complimented.

A grin spread across Christina's face. He was here! He had gone through all that trouble to show her that he was really interested. She wasn't just some other girl to him. She was special.

Her smile grew wider as she replied, "Thanks."