Alrighty, this is my first JONASCEST story, so if it sucks, sorry. I don't think it turned out that bad for my first one, but I guess that's up to you guys to decide. REVIEWS ARE LOVED. Suggestions and comments can only help me. Flamers are welcomed with open arms. Can't handle slash? Then DONT READ, ya heard?

I'd like to thank Emily (aka HavahKinny) for unintentionally making me like jonascest, and showing me how to post these. (I had a temporary brain fart.) Go read her stories. They're amazing. Now for the story...

Disclaimer: I sadly, do NOT own the Jonas Brothers. God knows what I'd do with them if I did.

Oh no. IMPURE. )

Nick's POV

"Mornin' Kiddo," Kevin said to me as I walked into the kitchen. I only nodded in response, partly because every time I talked to him I got all nervous, and either started blabbering or just looked at him dumbfounded, too scared to say anything. The other reason 'cuz I was trying my hardest just to stay awake. I'd spent the time normal people use for sleeping, writing a heartfelt letter to Kevin confessing how I felt about him. No, I was never going to give it to him, I couldn't, but it felt good getting my feelings out.

"You wanna hang out today? Joe is hanging out with his friends today, and Mom and Dad took Frankie to Grandma's and Grandpa's for the day."

I shook my head no, grabbed my bowl of cereal, and trudged back to my room. I wanted nothing more than to spend time with Kevin, but it hurt. So much. The more time I spent with him, the more I loved him. It was becoming too much to handle, especially when that little voice in my head kept screaming at me, telling me how Kevin and I could never be together. I knew how true it was, and that's what killed me.

I was sitting on my bed, chowing down my cereal, and rereading the letter over and over again, when there was a knock at my door. Kevin let himself in not bothering to wait and see if it was alright to come in or not. I quickly shoved the letter under the covers, praying he didn't see and get suspicious of what might be under there. Luckily for me, he seemed oblivious.

"Hey, if you don't wanna do anything I'm gonna head to the mall." Kevin asked kindly.

Still giving him the silent treatment for no real good reason, I offered a thumbs up, giving him my stamp of approval. I expected him to walk back downstairs, but he didn't. Instead, he walked over to my bed and sat on the edge of it.

"Nickerz, you OK? You haven't talked to me for..what..a week now? Did I do something wrong?"

No, you're perfect in every way imaginable.

"Kevin, could you go, please? I want to be alone."

"Nick, obviously something is bothering you. And as your older brother, it's my duty to find out what's going on."

"Kevin! It's nothing! Just go away!!" I yelled. I was getting seriously annoyed. If he only understood that he was my problem. Or quite the opposite of.

"Please, just tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you." Kevin sighed.

"FINE!! If you won't leave then I WILL!!" And with that I stormed out of my room, leaving Kevin to his thoughts. I hated yelling at him, butwe both knew that if he kept prying, he would eventually get me to spill, and that COULD NOT HAPPEN.