AUTHORS LIKE NOTES!: THIS STORY WASN'T STOLEN. I WROTE IT, AND MOVED ACCOUNTS. ANYWHO. Uhm, Hi. Katie helped me with this a lot, and for that, I married her. Yes, this is yet another Jonas Brothers fanfic. I absolutely love and hate those boys at the same time. Mostly, it's just really fun to write about Joe as a slut. I don't own the Jonai, or Disney, or whatever. I do own Ashlyn and Tessa and any other original characters though, so please don't steal. And I own the plot, even though Katie's my inspiration. She makes a really good mysterious and sexy Kevin. Go read her shit. I love you. Bye.
"Quiet on the set! Action!" The loud clap slicing through the air brought me back to life as the camera rolled. I watched as Tessa Burton crossed the stage, giving me the dirtiest of dirty looks. On the outside, I looked petrified. On the inside, I was laughing. I couldn't take this girl seriously looking like that. Not even if I wanted to.
"Just watch yourself, Reggie. I know a lot about you that you don't want getting out." With a flip of her pale blonde locks, Tessa turned on her heel, heading towards the "cafeteria doors". She was really just heading off stage, waiting to hear if we'd have to shoot it again. The same scene, thirteen times, all because I couldn't take Tessa's somber glare seriously. I'd really have to fix that.
"Cut! Perfect, Tessa! Absolutely amazing! And Ashlyn, not bad. Good to know you can get through a whole scene without cracking up." Tessa shot me a grin, mimicking our middle-aged director with a dirty look. God, what would I do without Tessa Burton? Sure, on film, we were enemies. Angelica Cross and Regina Queen. On paper, these girls were vixens bent on the destruction of each other via the high school social ladder. In real life, Tessa was my best friend. Everything about us clashed, from our crazy diverse personalities to our actual physical features. We were just completely different. And on film, that was what mattered. That's what made good enemies. Especially in a Disney movie.
For six months, we had been in Los Angeles filming this damn movie. When Tessa and I had auditioned for Disney, we had never really expected to get a job from it. But we did, both of us. Along with a record contract, we got a movie deal. Of course, we had to play enemies turned friends in the end, but it didn't matter to us. We were finally hitting the big time, and we were doing it together. It was just like we always planned. But God damn, six months? Good thing this was the last scene to be filmed. Then, it was two long months in the Bahamas. Just me, Tessa, and the beautiful white sand beaches of Freeport. Excited was definitely a understatement.
"Whatever, Dale. Was that a wrap? Can we finally go?" Tessa's antagonizing seemed to push the director far enough as he nodded, sighing loudly and waving us away.
"Yes, yes. You two can go get tan and beautiful in the Bahamas, alright?" The high-pitched squeal leaving both my best friend and myself was enough to get us our own gold cart aswell, used to drive us to the main gate. But the loud buzz that usually emitted from the gate when you pressed that big red button that I just loved to press never came that afternoon. Instead, we were trapped behind the gate as a rush of media snapped picture after picture of us. Their words fell upon death ears as I searched the crowd for the target of their harassment. And then I spotted it.
I had never seen more hand-written graffiti in my life, and I knew Tessa was silently agreeing. As the large black bus rolled by, all I did was scoff. My distaste for these boys was so obvious you could smell it. And Tessa knew this all too well. She just turned to me, patting me lightly on the shoulder. The bus rolled to a slow stop right before us as Tessa dug through her Ed Hardy bowling bag, searching for a mirror.
Because they were so worth impressing and all. I just rolled my eyes, throwing another heavy sigh. Like I said, completely opposites. Here was Tessa, bright blonde hair with big blue eyes. She was blessed with grace and the body of a ballerina. Meanwhile, I was barely five feet tall, thin but thankfully blessed with the Portuguese curves that ran through my blood. My dark burgundy locks were pin straight, and my green eyes were… green? I was boring. Tessa, to me, was boring. I guess that's why I liked her so much.
"Don't waste your breath on them, Tes. They aren't worth your time." But she was out of the golf cart before I could finish, strutting her juicy-clad ass over to that giant monstrosity of a tour bus. I couldn't believe she was friends with them. That bothered me beyond belief. She had their numbers in her cell phone. She called them. How fucking unbelievable. Ugh.
"Hey guys!" I watched as she threw her arms around the eldest, smiling as she leaned to him. She slowly moved down the line of three before beckoning me over. Constantly trying to make peace between us, but to no avail. But for the sake of Tessa, I always "gave it a try", grudgingly, of course.
I walked over slowly, feeling their eyes boring holes into my form already. It wasn't like I wasn't asking for it. When it came to clothing, I was light a boy. I just wore what I found comfortable. Today, that happened to be bright purple Nike soccer shorts and an oversized electric blue hoodie. And of course, my trusty yellow Nike's. Add a thick, white headband dividing my hair into choppy layers (you all know you secretly love that scene style), and I was just another one of the guys. With a weak smile, I managed to nod in their direction. I watched as the middle boy rolled his eyes, laughing sarcastically. Fucking prick.
"Well, if it isn't good old Crash Morris." Joe Jonas's voice was the equivalent of nails on a chalkboard for me. I just couldn't stand it. "Gosh, you look more like a boy every day." He crossed his arms across his chest, a smug smile lining his lips. His brothers didn't dare breath a word. Ever since I nailed Nick in the crotch last summer, they seemed to realize I was more of a threat than I came off as.
"Joe, don't be a dick." I smiled in Tessa's direction as she threw an arm around my shoulder. "Plus, you should see Crash here in girls clothing. She's sexier than me, no joke." I felt my face grow hot as I rolled my eyes heavily. I always told Tessa to stop talking at least a sentence earlier, but she never listened.
"I'm so sure." God damnit, he was a smug little bastard. It was hard not to hate him, in my opinion. But apparently, I was the only one who felt that way. The flashing bulbs and video cameras continued, getting actual live footage of the Disney protégés conversing. I could already see the headlines. "Tessa Burton and Joe Jonas: Dating or not?" It was all the press seemed to talk about lately. But if you talked to Tessa yourself, like I usually did, you'd find she was much more interested in the eldest Jonas, even with the three year age difference.
"I would love to sit here and be ridiculed by you all day, but we're three hours from being on a plane that goes far away from you, Joe. Hope you don't mind if we cut this short." I grabbed Tessa by the arm before she could even try to say goodbye. I wanted out, and I wanted out now. God, what I wouldn't do to call one of those numbers written slopping on the tour bus sides and tell them what a great guy Joe Jonas really is.
"God Ashlyn, could you get anymore sensitive?" I threw Tessa a look of disbelief as I turned the key in the ignition of the small golf cart. She only called my by my first name when she was legitimately angry. She knew better than anyone else that I only answered to Crash.
"Tessa Eva Ryan, don't you dare fucking play this whole game with me. You heard what he said. He's just a huge dick."
"He's only a dick because you shot him down." I pressed a finger into the bright red button again, this time hearing the relieving buzz as the gates opened and I turned onto the busy Los Angeles street. Yes, it's illegal to drive a golf cart in LA. Do I give a shit?
"Maybe he should've tried a better line. You know, one that didn't involve my 'sweet ass' and my 'hourglass shape'." I pressed down on the pedal as hard as I could, racing up to at least forty-five miles per hour. Damn, we were really flying now.
"Yeah well, you should've given him a chance. That boy is hot." The rest of the ride fell silent, thank God. The truth was, I had given Joe a chance. In fact, I had given Joe everything. We only dated for a summer (yes, the summer in which I kicked Nick Jonas in the balls), and it was kept completely secret. Not even Tessa had known. The only person who had known was Kevin Jonas, and he never breathed a word.
The only reason he knew though was because he walked in on us. Having sex. Awkward, right? And it was my first time. Hell, it was my only time. Joe's as well. I guess that whole purity thing wasn't as severe as everyone said it was. Kevin never breathed a word. If only I had been that lucky when it came to Joe.
Slipping up to a local radio station isn't exactly good press. Thankfully, they covered it as a joke, but the fans knew better than that. Apparently, Crash Morris was slandering the good Jonas name with her sick lies. I was the enemy. Hate mail piled up for days, and the only person who stuck by me was Tessa. Slowly, the press died down, and the hate slowed. I lost a ton of my following, but my true fans stuck it out. Ever since then, it had been Morris versus Jonas. Too bad I couldn't tell Tessa a word of this.
But now, I wouldn't have to think about that gorgeous asshole for a whole two months. Two months away from bad press, and horrible boys who just love to break my heart. And I couldn't fucking wait.
Sixty-seven days without the Jonas. Yeah, if only I was really that lucky.