Why is it all my best ideas come to me when I'm trying to sleep or have a Math book in front of me? I couldn't resist writing this, and Math is dumb and I'm a musician so I don't need it. [please don't anyone I said that. Don't need another lecture about the importance of blah blah blah] Any ways, Math has yet again been abandoned and I am writing this story! Story came from an interview with the Jonas Brothers.
KoLi
I had never been a shoes and socks kind of guy. I like the feeling of air between my toes. There was nothing more satisfying then the feeling of removing and shoe and wiggling my toes. However Stella had a huge problem with my foot freedom mentality. "Shoes match outfits Joseph and shoes should always be worn with matching socks. Just because people can't see your socks doesn't mean they shouldn't match." It was an eternal lecture that I received every three to five days.
My preference for open air was going to get in trouble especially today. In an act of boldness and defiance, which looking back was a horrid idea, I threw away every sock I owned. No longer would Joseph Adam Lucas wear socks! Then this morning I remembered I have a televised interview and Stella was coming over to make sure we were presentable.
I frantically searched my drawers in hopes that a sneaky pair was hiding among the old candy wrappers and random clothing items. But alas I had gotten rid of every pair. It was then an idea came upon me that was evil and would work perfectly.
I crept to the other side of the bedroom, careful not to alert anyone to my antics and reached Nick's dresser drawer. I pulled the draw open slowly, making sure it was quiet as possible. It was then that I found the lost city of Atlantis. Ok I was exaggerating, but Stella was mean and she hit hard for a girl. I pulled a pair of perfect socks out. I heard a step up the stairs and I began to panic.
"Ya mom I'll take care of it, just let me put my shoes on"
Oh Holy Mother of Waffles, Nick was coming. I pushed his drawer back into place and quickly stuff the socks down my pants and turned to see him enter the room.
"Hey, Hey little brother." I stifled a nervous laugh and leaned against the closet door.
Nick looked at me, let a grin grace his features and looked down at my crotch.
"Joey, stuffing your pants isn't going to get you the ladies."
I do believe I turned an awful red color and began to stutter.
"I'm not stuffing my pants Nicholas."
Nick shook his head in the condescending way he always does and simply replied, "Right."
I muttered something that shall not be repeated and walked over to my bed while removing the precious socks from my pants. I sat down and began to put them when I heard a growl from across the room. Oh shiz!
"JOE, how many times I have I told you NOT to steal my socks." He turned to look at me and his nostrils flared when his eyes landed to the blue and gray sock currently on my left foot.
"Damn it Joe those are the ones I need for today. Take them OFF!"
"No Stella is gonna kill me. I need socks."
"Joseph, GIVE ME MY SOCKS NOW!"
I was afraid, I'm not going to lie. Nick is scary when he's angry. I reluctantly remove the sock that fit so perfectly and handed it to Nick. Goodbye happy day, Goodbye day without a lecture. Hello sad sad day.
I walked down the stairs and prepared for the storm that was coming.
So there it is. I can't remember where the interview was. But the guy asked what was one thing that annoyed the brothers and Nick said Joe steals his socks all the time.
KoLi
