AN: Hey everybody, so I just to make sure you all know that I don't own the Jonas Brothers or anything. I only own the characters that you don't know.
f you haven't read the prequel "Summer Lovin'" you don't neccessarily have to. You should be able to follow along, but the prequel is only two chapters long, so it's not a seriously long read.
Things had changed a lot in five years. My oldest brother, Jackson had gotten married and he and his wife, Shelby had a two year old daughter named Victoria. Ethan was married to a girl named Charlotte, but they didn't have kids yet. Jesse had a girlfriend, and Addie was engaged. Leigha and Carleigh were sharing an apartment together, but the rest of us were still stuck at home. Elizabeth and I had graduated high school. My best friend, Laura got a job at her father's radio station, and had somehow finagled me into a job as a DJ. I wasn't sure how she did it, but I was very happy with it. Nothing was new with my younger siblings really, except for their newfound obsession with a band called the Jonas Brothers.
I had to admit, they weren't half bad. Their songs were requested all of the time at the station, increasingly more recently since the station was somehow getting them to play at it's 3rd anniversary party at the end of the week. Laura's dad, Robert Lane, had given me five tickets to bring whoever I wanted. It wasn't that hard of a decision. I would bring myself, obviously, and my four younger sisters: Elizabeth, Chelsea, Bridget and Mykal. Yes, Elizabeth is 7 minutes younger than me.
It was the first week of June and for the summer I would be working full time at the radio station. I was already up, had taken a shower and now looking through my closet for something to wear when I heard thundering footsteps outside the door. The boys. I thought. I rolled my eyes and went to my door and opened it up. "Hey!" I said sternly. Thomas and Lance looked back at me. "Stop running in the house." It was so weird to be the oldest one left in the house. I was so used to getting bossed around by my older siblings that it felt odd to lecture my younger ones.
"He started it!" They both yelled, pointing at each other.
"I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it." I said in a very mother-like voice. Both of them knew that when mom and dad weren't home, Elizabeth and I were in charge.
"Whatever." They mumbled before walking away. I closed my door and went back to my closet. Hmm. I really didn't need to dress up, because it wasn't like anybody was going to see me, but I didn't want to look like a slob either. I grabbed a pair of khakis and a brown fitted t-shirt. I slipped my robe off and put the t-shirt on, struggling a bit because I still had a towel on my head. I grabbed my pants and put them on. I walked over to my 'belt drawer' and found my two inch-wide brown belt. and slipped it through the loops on my pants. I walked into the bathroom and pulled the towel off of my head. I hadn't changed much physically in five years. I was a little taller, still about the shortest one in my graduating class, pushing 5'3". My blonde hair was about the same length, cutting off just below my shoulders. I was a little more…endowed…in certain areas. I had been told my face really never changed-ever. I looked about the same since 3rd grade.
I quickly put my deodorant on and ran back into my room, sliding my brown sandals onto my feet. I grabbed my purse off of the floor next to my door and my cell phone and keys off of the bedside table. I came back out of my room and knocked on my sister's door. "Liz?"
I heard her fumble around and the door opened. "Yeah?"
There was no question whether or not my sister and I were twins. We were almost opposites personality wise, but we looked so much alike, our own family had trouble telling one without the other. Normally, they either guessed and hoped for the best, or just said our nickname. Mine was Lyss and hers was Liz. They sounded so much alike that they could get away with it. When we were together though, it was just a tiny bit easier. I was about three centimeters taller.
"I'm going to work now, so you're alone with the munchkins." I told her.
"Alright, have a good day." She smiled.
"Thanks." I said and began to walk away, hearing the door shut behind me. I made my way out of the house and to my car, a black Jeep Wrangler. I opened the door and threw my junk in the back then climbed in. The radio was already on. An advertisement was ending as I reached behind me and grabbed my seatbelt and buckled it up. I put the car in reverse and began to back out of the driveway. The new Matt Nathanson song, "Come on Get Higher" came on. As I hit the road and started my journey to work, I turned the radio up just in time for the words to start.
I
miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And
I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe
in
If
I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make
you believe
I'd make you forget
So
come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing
of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So
come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing
of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I
miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I
ache to remember
All the violent, sweet
Perfect words that you
said
If
I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make
you believe
I'd make you forget
So
come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing
of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So
come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing
of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I
miss feel of your heart
I taste the sparks on your tongue
I see
angels and devils
And God, when you come on
Hold
on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Sing sha la la la
Sing sha la la
la la
So
come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing
of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So
come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing
of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in
love
It's
all wrong, it's all wrong
it's so right
So come on, get
higher
So come on and get higher
'Cause everything works,
love
Everything works when you're on
As soon as the song ended, I heard a familiar voice come on. "Hey, everybody! You're listening to 101.3 and this is LaLa. Aly-Rae will be joining me soon, at the top of the hour and we'll be giving away tickets to see the Jonas Brothers!" I couldn't help but laugh at Laura's over-enthusiasm. Yeah, Laura. She called herself LaLa because her name is Laura Lane. The first two letters of her first and last name were both LA, and of course Aly-Rae was me. It was easier for us to have alter-egos. That way, nobody found out who we were and begged us to get them perks. When we were out anywhere doing anything for the station, we always introduced ourselves as Aly-Rae and LaLa, but when we were meeting celebrities, we used our real names. We were odd.
Since Laura's father owned the station, she convinced him to give her an hour to herself. So from 7-8, she was on her own and from 8-10:30, I was there with her, which was so much fun.
"Up next is Sara Bareilles with "Love Song"." I heard the familiar piano beginning. I was just getting into it when my phone began to vibrate in the cup holder. Ugh. I sighed and turned the radio down, then reached for my phone. Laura.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rae. Are you on your way?"
Everyday. EVERYday she called me at this time. I was always on my way. "Yes." I answered with a sigh. "Why?"
"Just making sure you didn't get sick or something."
Sick? "Laura, if I got sick, I would tell you."
"Well, how am I supposed to know? You've never-"
"I've never gotten sick. But if I did. Trust me. You'd be the first one to know."
I could tell she was smiling. "Good."
"I'm about five minutes away, so I'll see you soon."
"Alright. See ya." I closed my phone and placed it back into the cup holder and turned the radio back up. Finally, I pulled into the station and ran inside. I clocked in and waited for Laura to go to a commercial before I walked into the room with her. I still didn't go on with her for another fifteen minutes, so I sat in there and provided some small talk during songs. My shift finally started, and all too soon it was over. As Laura and I walked out of the station, we saw some people putting up Jonas Brothers posters. I stopped in front of one that was basically an over-sized version of their CD cover. I couldn't help but think how familiar looking the guy on the far right was. Maybe he just had one of those faces. I shrugged to myself then got into my car and began to head home.