"Where does this place store its good alcohol?" I whispered yelled to myself as I continued to scan the shelves for a nice looking bottle of wine. Did anywhere sell anything good any more? I mean seriously!

Sure, it was probably my fault that I couldn't buy a decent drink for my aunt. I had left it to the very last minute to buy her something for her Christmas party. But it wasn't as though I could just hand her the special bottle of alcohol I had bought her for Christmas and say "So sorry Aunty Cath, but I forgot to buy a bottle of wine for the party tonight, so I'm just gonna give you the really expensive bottle of your favorite champagne that I was meant to give you on Christmas morning." That didn't work for me.

Pulling out my I Phone I realized it was almost 6 o'clock. As per usual, I was running late. I grabbed a random bottle of what appeared to be white wine from the shelf and made my way to the cashier.

I had been in such a rush today. Just like every year, my Aunt and Uncle were holding their annual "Getting ready for Christmas party" which they held a couple of weekends before the big holiday. The date today: Saturday 12th December. The date of the party.

For the past three months, I had been playing guitar for a band that had been touring the UK. We were a rather well known band although we'd only been around for a year. We were called "The Cadets". Funky name, right? Well we aim to be different.

Anyways, as I was saying, we had been touring Europe for the past few months as our music had become extremely popular over there. Date the tour ended: Friday 11th December. Meaning I only had just got back to the states two hours ago.

I made a lot of money from this job and this year I'd be able to splash out on gifts. That didn't mean my family wouldn't attack me if I turned up late for their annual get together.

Stood by the cashier, a man was in front of me in a long coat. He wasn't much taller than me, possibly 5 ft 10ish compared to my 5 ft 8 frame. One thing that seemed kind of odd was that he was wearing sunglasses. I mean come on, who wears sunglasses inside. And as I couldn't see a dog, I was sure he wasn't blind.

What I did know was that he was staring idly at the gum rack whilst I was trying to quickly purchase the cheap alcohol.

"Excuse me?" I said as politely as I could. The guy in front pulled his attention from the sweets and looked at me. He had amazing dark brown hair that had a slight wave to it. I'm sure his eyes would have been gorgeous but of course today he chose to play fancy dress as a blind man. "Could you possibly hurry up, I need to be getting somewhere."

His head looked down towards my feet and then back up as though he was looking at my body and smirk spread across his lips. Instantly my own face looked down. My one shouldered purple dress seemed to look perfect on my body, or at least that's what my stylist had said when I'd bought it. And though my long red coat didn't really match, it was freezing cold outside and I wasn't going to ditch it just because it didn't go.

"Actually," he said pausing, "I think I'm just gonna look a bit longer." Tell me right now whose idea it was to put the sweets right next to the cashier. Because whoever it was, I will kill – now.

It wasn't just me getting pissed. In fact the woman waiting to serve the man who was rudely wasting my time looked like she was about to erupt.

And he wasn't even the old type. In fact he looked late teens, barely twenty if that. Why did he have to be so annoying? Oh wait –all teenage boys seemed to have the annoying factor.

"Screw this," I said under my breath. Placing the bottle of wine on the counter, I stormed out of the store, barely giving the guy a backwards glance.

But when I did he was smiling, placing a packet of gum in front of the cashier. What a prick!

So I was turning up empty handed. Sure I felt bad about that but if I'd spent one more minute in that store with that complete jack ass I might be spending the night in prison for assault rather than going to the party.

Pulling up on the curb outside the house, I gave the driver a smile and stepped out onto the pavement. One of the perks of being in a famous band : your own personal driver.

As I knocked calmly on the door, I made sure to pull my dress down slightly. First time seeing my whole family and their friends in three months, I needed to look presentable.

Without realizing, the door swung open and I was embraced by what appeared to be…"Mom?"

"Jada hunny, I've missed you so much," I felt her grip around me tighten.

"Mom, struggling to breathe here." She pulled back and looked at me. My mom hadn't changed one bit since I'd last seen her. Her long dark hair still reached her mid back and for a forty year old woman, her having been only twenty when she gave birth to me, she looked absolutely stunning. She wore a beautiful knee length dress which was a gorgeous crimson color and made her seem more tanned than usual.

"Jada, you look so beautiful, and everyone can't wait to see you," she told me as she pulled me into the house.

To say my aunt and uncle lived in style would be an understatement. You could tell immediately by the estate they lived in that they had money. Their house was so spacious and had a theme of black and white with gorgeous hot pink accessories (as you can tell, my uncle didn't really have a say in the color scheme).There were many rooms in this house that I had yet to discover, though I knew where my own room was situated.

I didn't live with my aunt and uncle, in fact since joining the band; I lived with my band mate Claire. But when I'd come to LA to visit the family, I would stay here as my mother had recently decided to move into a smaller house with her partner, Matt and my sixteen year old sister, Lottie. As I was going to be staying here until the first week of January, sleeping on my mom's uncomfortable blow up bed didn't seem like something I wanted.

Today, the house didn't seem as big. I was overly sure that in the entrance hall alone, there were perhaps twenty or thirty people, so there was bound to be up to a hundred other guests across the property.

I smiled politely as people I didn't think I knew smiled at me. I felt my mother's hand on my lower back, guiding me through the house. As we entered the kitchen, I felt another pair of arms wrap around me.

"Aunty Cath," I smiled once we'd let go of each other.

"Jada, you get more beautiful every time I see you." She smiled. Cath was my mom's sister and they were very close. Cath was four years older than my mom, and her hair was cut into a short shaped bob. She still held the same beauty as my mom, though she looked a bit older.

"I'm really sorry I didn't bring any drink but I couldn't seem to get hold of anything," I said pulling a face as I remembered the obnoxious dude from back at the store.

"No worries honey. You know we have enough alcohol to last three years anyway." I laughed along with her, when another voice interrupted our conversation.

"Excuse me, Cath. I just wanted to check where I need to put the dips." The woman stood in front of us smiled at both me and Cath. She looked about the same age as my aunt and had the most beautiful deep brown curly hair, even darker than my own.

"Come here Denise, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely Jada." Cath beckoned over the lady, who I now knew to be called Denise, and we made our polite introductions.

"Did you know that Jada is in the band "The Cadets"?" Cath stated. Denise turned to look at me again. Though I'd only spoken to her for a few minutes, she seemed like such a lovely lady.

"Really?" she exclaimed, "I think you'll get along fantastically with my sons." I nodded. Hopefully her sons were cute…

"Oh yes," Cath joined in, "I think I saw Nick and Franklin by the pool, and I swear I spotted Kevin with his beautiful wife earlier, but I've yet to see –"At that moment, everyone in the kitchens attention was drawn to the crashing noise that was coming from the hall. How I hoped that wasn't my uncle. He always seemed to get a little tipsy at these parties.

But when I walked into the entrance hall, the person sprawled across the floor wasn't my uncle, it was – OMG IT WAS THE DUDE FROM THE STORE.

As he got to his feet, trying to laugh off the fact that he had just fallen over in front of loads of people, he removed his glasses. And then it hit me. JOE FRIGGIN' JONAS WAS STOOD IN MY AUNT AND UNCLE'S HALLWAY!

"Joe!" I heard Denise exclaim, "Apologize to Cath for causing such a scene." I watched him look down at his feet before looking back at my aunt.

"I'm so sorry Cath, but if it makes you feel better I bought you this from the shop." And that's when I noticed it. In his hands was –

"Hey that's my bottle!" I exclaimed. Everyone's attention turned from where they were staring at Joe to me. I watched Joe's expression turn to that of realization as I stared at him holding the cheap bottle of wine I was going to purchase from the store. He instantly smirked and how I wanted to slap that smirk off with a wet fish.

"Do you to know each other?" Denise asked, looking back and forth between the two of us. Now looking at this woman, it was hard to believe that she was his mother. The years she'd had to put up with him – I felt so sorry for her.

"We've met," was all Joe said as he handed the bottle to my Aunt. Hang on. How did my aunt know the Jonas'? I mean sure, she was a very well known house stylist around California but it was almost as though she was friends with them.

"Well I'm glad you two know each other because the Jonas' are staying with us this Christmas." After my aunt said those words, my moth hung a gape.

"I think I miss heard you Cath. I thought I heard you say they were staying with us this Christmas," I said quietly. My aunt nodded enthusiastically.

"Denise and I have been friends for years and as the boys have some events coming up in the area over the holidays, it seemed only right to invite them to stay." I just nodded and slowly made my way back into the kitchen. Where was my uncle when I needed a good strong drink?

Christmas music was blaring through my uncle's sound system as I gazed out over the pool. Although it was a very cold night, everyone seemed to be outside; their faces illuminated by the bright Christmas lights decorating the side of the house.

I spotted my younger sister Lottie, sat on a bench by the pool with a boy I hadn't seen before. As I made my way over to her, she jumped up and pulled me into a hug.

"J, I missed you so much!" she yelled in my ear, "What was England like? Cute boys? Did you meet the queen? Did you get me a present from an amazing English boutique? OMG I missed you." Believe it or not, she said all that in one breathe. I laughed slightly at her silliness.

"Calm down Lottie," I said, still laughing, "And yes to everything except the queen, she was busy." Lottie had a massive grin on her face. She was wearing a light pink dress and had a long black coat over the top. She didn't look much like me at all, probably due to the fact I refused to die my dark brown hair and she had chosen to give hers a red tint.

"Oh I almost forgot," she said, looking down at the boy sat on the bench next to her. It was only then that I realized the boy was in fact Nick Jonas. He slowly got to his feet, sending a shy smile in my direction.

"This," my sister continued, "is Nick. Nick this is my sister Jada." I waved sheepishly. What the fuck? Why did I wave?

"I know who you are," I said, trying to cover my stupidity.

"Likewise," Nick said, "The Cadets are an awesome band." Now this struck me as kind of odd. I mean come on; Nick Jonas just said he liked my band.

The Cadets were a lot different from the Jonai. We weren't hard core but our songs were quite funky. They had a bit of a killers feel to them with lyrics like Panic at the disco. We didn't aim for teen fan base so to hear Nick Jonas was a fan was pretty awesome. The Jonas Brothers weren't a bad band after all.

"Thanks," I said politely. I continued to sit with my sister and Nick for a while, whilst she blabbered on at me about how she was so jealous I got to stay at the house where the Jonas Brothers were whilst she had to sleep at her house. To say Nick blushed would be an understatement, but I didn't want to bring that up and cause him more embarrassment.

"I'm just gonna go inside for a while guys," I said, "I'll see you all later." I got off my seat of the bench and made my way to the back door. It was about nine o'clock and the party was in full swing, with guests eating the buffet whilst dancing around to the cheesy Christmas music.

"Where have you been munchkin?" I heard a voice from behind me. Of course my uncle would be drunk only three hours into the party.

"Nate," I said as I pulled my tall uncle into a hug, "I've missed you. And I can't believe you didn't wait for me to play the drinking game." I joked around with my uncle all the time. He was like a little kid on the inside.

"Can't have my famous niece getting drunk anymore," Nate stated, trying to be serious but failing miserably, "What will the media say?" I hit him playfully on the shoulder as I continued to fill my glass up with some kind of alcoholic punch.

"I want to introduce you to a man I know," Nate slurred as he pulled me over to where a man stood with a glass in his hand. He wasn't very tall, only an inch taller than me and he was dressed a smart sandy colored suit. "This," my uncle continued, "is Paul Jonas. Paul this is my niece, Jada." I shook Paul's hand. This was obviously the head of the Jonas family.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jada," Paul said, "I hear The Cadets just got back from their European tour?" Oh, so he knew who I was as well. I kept forgetting that people recognized me now. Funny times.

"Yeh," I said, trying to sound casual, "We had a blast but I don't think I'll stay away from the states that long again." I laughed slightly, as did Paul.

"Being away from home for a while can be tough," Paul stated, "My family and I know all too well." I nodded. It was well known that the Jonas' travelled all the time. They were committed to fans, even if that meant not having time to relax at home. Now that was pure dedication.

As I excused myself from the conversation, I made my way towards the nearest bathroom. People around me were slowly becoming rather tipsy. I laughed to myself as I watched Nate drunkenly wobble over to my aunt Cath's side and casually fling his arm around her shoulder as he sang "I wish it could be Christmas everyday" at the top of his lungs.

Without even looking, I swung open the door to the bath room. That's when I saw it.

Joe Jonas had some random girl pushed up against the wall. And they were making out. They were playing tongue tennis up against my aunt and uncle's bath room wall. Her leg was hoisted up around his waist and as one of his hands caressed the skin on her leg, the other was gripped in her long blonde hair. WHAT THE FUCK?

Seriously, why was Disney boy practically dry humping someone up against the bath room wall? Hello, why didn't they fucking lock the door? And why was I just staring at them when I could quickly exit the bathroom and use one of the many others in the house.

Before I could even move, the girl pulled away from his lips and started attacking his neck. Literally. That's when he did it. Slowly he turned his head, so it was looking directly at me. A sexy smirk spread across his face and he winked at me. EW! Sexy Disney boy just smirked at me whilst Barbie was desperately trying to leave her mark on his neck.

Screw that. I quickly left the bathroom. I no longer needed to pee.