So this is my first story, and I hope you all like it. I'm brand new to writing fanfiction, so let me know what you think, please.

I'm pretty much winging this story. I have a basic goal to reach by the end of the story, and I don't know how far from now that will be, but otherwise, I'm making it up as I go along. It's more fun for me, and I hope it's good for you, too!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize. Technically, I don't own the things you don't recognize, either, because nothing's patented, but that doesn't make much of a difference. Bottom line is: IT'S NOT MINE! That pretty much covers it.

So here we go…

It would have been so easy for my life to have turned out so differently. Had Mrs. Barrett not gotten pregnant, had Danielle not been hired, had I not taken her up on her offer, my entire life would have been so radically different from the way it is. But that's a good thing. My life is all I could have asked form and I owe it all to Danielle.

It was only seven in the morning, but I could already tell that it wasn't going to be a good day. I nearly missed the bus to school, I dropped my computer on the ground getting on the bus and nearly broke it, I forgot my dance shoes for play rehearsal this afternoon, and I had a pounding headache because I hadn't eaten breakfast or had anything to drink in my mad rush to catch the bus. On top of it all, I had to give up my last-period free, which I usually used to do get homework done before I was free to go where I pleased, to attend a mandatory meeting with my guidance counselor, who wasn't even my real guidance counselor, just a substitute while my actual counselor, Ms. Barrett, was on maternity leave, to plan out my courses for next year.

By the time I got to the counseling offices, I was so close to a breakdown, it wasn't even funny. Nevertheless, I walked into the office trying to keep a cool head. I young woman greeted me. She had a dark complexion, hair to match, and a rather large nose, but she was pretty enough, I thought. She greeted me cheerily, almost too much so for so early in the morning.

"Hi! I'm Miss Deleasa. You must be Kathryn. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Hi," I replied, slightly less enthusiastically. It was early, after all. "It's nice to meet you, too."

"Sit down, sit down, and we'll get straight to business," said Miss Deleasa kindly, and I did as she said, setting by bag and laptop down on the vacant seat next to me. She dove right into course schedules and elective choices, and for the next hour, we sat and mapped out my upcoming senior year, as well as my college choices, the applications for which I needed to start considering. Despite my qualms about the meeting, however, the hour seemed to fly by. I'd only known Miss Deleasa for an hour, but I found her easy to talk to, and it seemed like she really understood what I said. Perhaps it was the closeness of our ages that made it so comfortable.

As our meeting came to a close with the ringing of the dismissal bell, Miss Deleasa stood up "It was nice to meet you, Kathryn, and I hope that you will come talk to me if you have any problems about anything."

"Thanks, Miss Deleasa," I said.

"I really mean it," she said. "I was a teenager a very short while ago, and I can give advice on more than college." She said this last statement with a laugh, meaning, I knew, boy issues. I knew that I might just take her up on the offer if I needed to. Suddenly, my day didn't seem so bad.

I did, in fact, take Miss Deleasa up on her offer, though, as much as I hate to admit it, not about boys. I would just go talk to her sometimes, and I found that we were becoming friends rather than teacher and student. I found that there was only a five year difference between us. I was seventeen and she was twenty-two, graduated from school early due to skipped grades and homeschooling. We were closer in age than I was to my own sister, who was just turning nine.

We would tell each other about our families and our friends. She was an only child, still lived with her parents, though she was newly engaged, and led a normal life. If she had any dark secrets of her past, she hid them very well, which made me doubt there were any. There was one day when I was in her office, however, that changed my life.

It was after school and I had gone to the college counseling offices to talk to Danielle, as I called Miss Deleasa when school wasn't in session. She had become like a sister to me. We had been chatting for only a few minutes when we heard a knock on her half-open door. I turned to see a young man, about Danielle's age, rapping his knuckles on the door and peeking in to see if Danielle was busy. Danielle was immediately on her feet.

"Kevin!" she squealed rather innocently, scurrying over to him and throwing her arms around his neck, pecking his lips with hers. 'I certainly hope this is the fiancé she talks about so much,' I thought, inwardly amused. Danielle let go of Kevin and pulled him completely into the room, turning him towards me. "Kathryn, this is Kevin, my fiancé."

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe I hadn't made the connection. Danielle Deleasa. Have you got it yet? Danielle's infamous Kevin was, in fact, Kevin Lucas, of JONAS.

I am proud to say that I regained my composure almost immediately. I shook Kevin's hand and said "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Kathryn. I've heard a lot about you from Danielle."

"Nice to meet you, too," said Kevin politely, "and I've heard a lot about you as well."

"Oh, Kathryn, I have a brilliant idea. It's Friday, so why don't you come home with me and have dinner with my family? Kevin's home so it's kind of a special occasion. We'd love to have you, if you can come."

I hesitated. Previously, I had only ever hung out with Danielle at school. Was it crossing a line to go to her house? She seemed to read my mind, though. "It's not a big deal. I don't give you grades, so it's not like I can favor you, and it's not like I'm some pedophile who's going to try to make a move on you. Claire's sister is a teacher here, too, and Claire's friends hang out with her." Claire was a senior whose sister was, in fact, a teacher here. After hearing Danielle's rationalizations, I quickly agreed.

"Perfect!" said Danielle. I'll bring you home so you can change and all that, because I doubt you want to stay in your uniform all night. Then we'll head over to the house. Sound good?"

"Sure," I said. It was only then that Kevin spoke again.

"I'll be back then, babe," he said to Danielle."I'll go tell Mom to expect another person. She'll be thrilled. You know how she loves people." Danielle smiled and nodded, and Kevin left the office, pulling out his Blackberry and he went. Danielle turned back to me and saw that I had a shocked look on my face once again.

"Wait," I said, "Kevin's house?"

"Yup," said Danielle. His parents are having a "Welcome Home" get-together, even though they're the ones who just got home."

"And it'll be us, and Kevin, and…"

"…and my parents, his parents, and his brothers."

"Okay then," I said, resolved to the fact that I was about to meet JONAS, or the remaining two.

I actually made it to the second chapter! Usually I don't have that much of an attention span. I'm technically putting off reading Great Expectations for school to write this, so I hope it's good!

I didn't bother to call home and ask if I could go to dinner with Danielle. I knew that no one would answer. My parents were away for the weekend, on respective business trips, and they had deemed me old enough to stay home alone for a few days.

Danielle and I got to my house fairly quickly. I ran inside with my bags, dropping them on the kitchen table as I ran upstairs to change. I quickly peeled off my uniform and pulled out a pair of dark-wash jeans and a light grey sweater. It was simple, but comfortable and one of my more flattering outfits. I pushed a pair of medium-sized hoops into my ears and wrapped a darker grey and light purple square scarf around my neck. I slipped my feet into a pair of black Tory Burch flats, which were a win-win in that they were both easy to match and comfortable. I grabbed my purse, already filled with my wallet, keys, iPod, and phone, and ran back outside to where Danielle waited.

The radio was playing in the car, but otherwise, we were pretty much silent. I broke the silence soon enough though. "I'm a little nervous," I confessed.

"About meeting the Brothers?" Danielle asked.

"Pretty much," I said. "I don't think I'll be star struck or anything, but I don't want to embarrass myself."

"Seriously, don't worry," laughed Danielle. "I'm not even just saying that to make you feel better. Those boys are such jokesters; it's hard to make a fool of yourself."

I felt slightly mollified by her statements, but I was still a little apprehensive. However, I had to discard those feelings after only minutes, as we pulled into a long driveway from the main road. I knew that we were almost to the house.

The driveway was very long, making it seem extremely regal, and the house that it led to was even more so. It was absolutely mammoth. Big and made of dark brick, it stood four floors high and almost twice as wide. It was made in colonial fashion, but I felt as though colonial had smaller connotations.

I didn't have long to gawk, however, as Danielle pulled into what must have been the garage, though it was detached and could have held ten cars. She pulled me out of the car and up the pathway to the front door of the house. Stepping inside, she called out, "Hey! I'm home!" and advanced further into the building, me trailing slightly behind her.

She led me through a foyer into a hallway that led to the back of the house. We went up a staircase almost immediately. We arrived in a sort of living room, where there were eight people sitting and chatting, all of whom stopped talking as we came into the room, getting up to greet us.

The first people I was introduced to were Danielle's parents, Angela and Matt, who hugged Danielle and shook my hand. They were very sweet, but soon faded into the background. They didn't say much. Next came Denise and Kevin Lucas, who were much more enthusiastic. Denise was especially friendly, hugging me and asking me all about my life and my family. Kevin greeted me once again and stepped aside to introduce me to his brothers.

I instantly loved Frankie. He was so frank and inadvertently funny. The first thing he said to me was "Hi. I'm Frankie. Do you play an instrument? I play the drums. It's fun. Want to hear me play?"

I laughed, but he was moved out of the way by his older brother, but not before I could say, "Yeah, definitely!" I absolutely loved the kid.

Joe came next. He introduced himself politely, and seemed innocently curious about me. I, like with his two brothers, took an immediate liking to him. He was just so sweet. Last of all the people in the room, though, was Nick. He shook my hand and said very quietly and oh-so-politely, "Hey, I'm Nick. It's nice to meet you."

"You as well," I returned. I noticed that he held onto my hand longer than his brothers had, but, upon realizing this, perhaps, let go quickly. He quickly retreated back to his previous place on the sofa, and the rest of my new acquaintances followed suit.

It was almost absurdly easy to fit in with the Lucases and the Deleasas. They were all so friendly and welcoming to me. We ate dinner soon after our arrival, and retreated back to the living room to chat some more. I was like the new toy; they all wanted to know all about me, my family, school, and my life in general. I didn't mind answering their questions for the most part, but it was a little awkward talking about myself so much. I didn't usually do that.

It was around nine when the Deleasas left, or at least the parents. It seemed as though it was routine for Danielle to stay later than her parents. Denise and Kevin, who had, in fact, insisted I call them Denise and Kevin, also disappeared to settle into bed, leaving us, the younger ones, to our own devices. Danielle and Kevin were talking quietly, and I took the cue from the other two boys not to disturb them. So, I was left to talk to Joe and Nick.

Joe soon had us cracking up. He was simply hilarious. Nick, too, was funny, but his comments were quieter and more sarcastic than Joe's outright, sometimes physical comedy. Soon enough, it was after eleven. Danielle looked up from Kevin over to me and said, "Whoa, Kathryn, I'm sorry. It's so late! Do you mind staying here for the night? It's really late to be driving and it's raining."

"Nah, I don't mind if you don't," I said.

"Alright, then," said Danielle. "Come with me and I'll get you set up in one of the guest rooms." She led me out of the room and up another flight of stairs into a bedroom that was decorated with pinks and purples, obviously a creation of Denise or Danielle, rather than the boys. I found it interesting how comfortable Danielle was in the Jonas home. It was as if she had truly become a part of their family.

Danielle leant me a pair of her pajamas, a spare toothbrush, and some other necessities, and then I settled into bed in the guest room. Danielle's room was right down the hall, and my room was right next to Nick's. It was surprisingly easy to fall asleep that night, despite the new surroundings.