Hey, people! If you're reading this, thanks so much in advance for checking out my fanfiction. Okay, I promised the characters and here they are:

Lucas Brothers - Nick (18), Joe (21), Kevin (23)
Lucy Lou (17)
Danielle Deleasa (23)
Callie Gibson (19)
Emily Thompson (18)
Taylor Moore (20)
Lukas Brady (22)

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This isn't your typical fanfiction. You read the little info thing, and it said "Jonas". In this fanfiction, the Jonas Brothers are different than they are in real life--cursing is one of the main things in this. But there could be more coming up, so that's why I rated it Teen. And no, there will be no sex, if you're wondering. Haha okay...so, please R&R, favorite, etc. Thanks!

EDIT: Alright, I edited the two chapters I've posted so far because I was reported for having real people in my fanfiction (the Jonas Brothers). Now just don't get mixed up with the Lucas Brothers and Lucas Brady...both LB xD

CHAPTER 1

{JOE LUCAS POV}

"Okay, this is my final warning—" I was cut off by a tongue licking my face. "I mean it this time—" Another lick. "Stop it—" Once again. Finally, I stood up. Elvis just wagged his tail and barked at me, as if reminding me that he's the boss. Not me.

"Joe, leave the poor puppy alone. He just wants to play with you!" Kevin said as he walked into the kitchen. "Come on, it's his birthday, man. Let him have his fun."

I threw the paper towels I was holding in the trash bag angrily. "'Let him have his fun'?! I did let him have his fun, and his fun is what f*cking trashed my room! It's gonna take me forever to clean it up!" Elvis left me some gifts this morning. And they're not the type of gifts you have to unwrap…or want to unwrap.

"Cool it, Joe. He's a dog; you can't honestly expect him to be courteous," Kevin replied, picking up the newspaper and opening it.

"But we housebroke him! He was doing so well before!"

I heard a thump coming from upstairs. Probably Nick. He always falls out of bed. As if on cue, I heard a yell.

"JOE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?!" Yup, Nick. Always so d*mn lovely in the morning.

"And Sleeping Beauty finally wakes up," I mutter to myself. Kevin rolled his eyes, and pounding footsteps echoed through the house as Nick stomped down the stairs.

"Okay, first, why does it smell so horrible upstairs?! Second, what the hell are you doing to my dog?!" He ran over to Elvis, his socks making him slide on the wood floor in the process, and fell to the floor next to the dog. Elvis started licking him immediately. Nick pet him, feeling around on his head and body to make sure nothing was wrong. As if I'd actually hurt the dog. I love him, but he just gets on my nerves sometimes.

"Relax, cranky, I didn't touch him. All I did was yell at him for sh*tting all over my room." I went to the refrigerator and opened it, searching for something—anything, at this point—to rid me of my hunger.

"It's not his fault! He must've been scared or something. Maybe he woke up and saw you," Nick spat.

"God, chill, Nick! I can't help but get mad at him! He should know better!" I spied a milk carton, took it out, unscrewed the cap, and started drinking straight from the carton.

"Great, now you're contaminating our milk. Thanks for a wonderful morning, Joe," Nick added sarcastically. He stood up and yanked the milk carton from my hands.

"Hey! I was drinking that!" I tried to grab it, but he held it out of my reach. I crossed my arms.

"Yeah, you were drinking it. Now you're not. Please, next time, use a glass." Now Mr. Mom was kicking in. Ugh.

"God, Nick, lighten up. Go get a girlfriend or something." His face paled. Sh*t. I forgot. Girlfriends are a touchy subject with him, ever since…the incident.

"Shut up, Joe. Just…shut the f*ck up!" He threw the milk carton on the floor furiously, sprinting up the stairs. I heard various other crashes, but I couldn't place what each one might've been. I reached down to pick up the carton. Elvis ran over and began to lick the milk up.

"Better clean that up, Joe. It'll get sticky," Kevin reminded me.

"No thanks. Elvis is doing a fine job cleaning up."

Another eye roll from Kevin, and after I tossed the now empty carton in the trash, I jogged up the stairs. Yawning, I walked into my room, only to step on one of Elvis' gifts.

D*mn dog.

Thanks for reading! This is my first fanfiction posted on here, but I've written many fanfictions before, on forums. Please review :) Thanks!

- Lauren