*Disclaimer: I own none of these characters… and none of these characters are real; names used are of the shows they appear in.
RE-POST! (hopefully this story doesn't get deleted again)
Summary: Joe Jonas. Lilly Truscott. A one-on-one basketball game. And… pink toenails?!?. LOE implied.
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"You up for a one-on-one, Jonas?"
Upon hearing her voice, Joe turned around to see his best friend, Lilly Truscott, making her way to where he was with a basketball in hand.
This is one of the reasons why they are best friends. They pretty much enjoy the same things.
"You bet! But who ever loses has to give the winner a foot massage" Joe said, with a smug look on his face.
Lilly on the other hand, had a disgusted look.
"What?!? The last time I gave you a foot massage, my hands smelled for a week. My mom won't even let me help out in the kitchen." She said
Remembering that unfortunate day when Joe's feet were worn out from jogging, she offered a foot massage but regretted it ever since.
"Oh c'mon Lilly, that was one time. Besides, you were the one who offered so who am I to refuse? And maybe it'll be different this time, I mean I've seen you play. So what do you say?"
Joe put on the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Soon enough, she obliged
After 2 hours…
"Admit it! Your last three-point shot was a fluke!"
Lilly has been ranting about that for the past five minutes. They were on their way to the Truscott Residence so Joe can get his fairly won foot massage.
"How can you say that Lilly? That was a clear shot." He said as they entered her house.
"Well, I could have won if the bird didn't drop its 'morning surprise' on me. It landed right on my forehead!"
Joe laughed and said, "Don't blame the bird, Lillian. Why don't you just start with the work?"
Then he removed his shoes.
Lilly sighed. "Fine. Wait in my room while I get my gloves and goggles"
She then disappeared to the kitchen as he raced up the stairs.
When she entered her room, Joe was enjoying the comfort of her bed and was reading a random magazine he found laying around.
"Ok your majesty, I'm ready. Let's get this over with."
Lilly got the footstool beneath her bed and sat down. Joe prepped himself up as well.
"Ok let 'er rip!" He raised his foot in front of her face. She held back the vomit coming up her throat.
"Not too much pressure, Lils. We don't want to injure those feet of mine." He said before settling back to her bed; Lilly rolled her eyes at that.
As she was about to start, something caught her eyes. Sitting on the foot of her bed was her pink nail polish. This gave her an idea.
Slowly, she reached for it, making sure Joe didn't feel her move. Fortunately he didn't because when she checked, he was still engrossed with the magazine he was reading.
She opened the bottle and slowly applied it to his toes. Half way to her work, she noticed that he dozed off.
'Even better' Lilly thought to herself. When she finished, she felt proud of her work. Quietly she placed his foot down and headed out of the door.
After a few minutes, Joe woke up. 'Wow, Lilly did a great job' he thought.
He was about to put on his socks when…
"Lillian Truscott, why are my toes pink?!?"