Yo peepies!

Here is the first chappy!

DISCLAIMER: Listen up. I'm not going to repeat myself. I don't own the Jonas Brothers. I seriously only own this plot, Jenessa, (I should. 'Cause that's mah name…) and Nina. I also most likely don't own any songs that I use. I will state if I wrote them.

Jenessa fluttered her eyes open and took a glance at the clock. It had read 1:04PM.

'Slept in again. Whoops.'

She began moving about, her legs tangling in the heavy orange and blue sheets. She began rolling off her three foot bed and hadn't realized it. A thud and severe pain later, she was on her feet walking over to her bathroom. Her feet hit the cold floor and a shiver went up her spine.

Forty-five minutes later, she had just finished her shower. It had included a lot of singing and dancing. Her shower time was more of a party for her than a way to get keep up your hygiene. She looked herself in the mirror, her imperfect self staring right back at her. She actually couldn't have a care in the world for her appearance most of the time. She believed that people should like her for who she is, not her money or looks.

She stared at herself for a moment and decided, since she wouldn't be doing anything today, she would go without make-up. She grabbed a hair elastic out of the drawer and tied her hair up in a ponytail. Walking back into her room, she changed into an orange shirt and white sweatpants. Whilst pulling the left pant leg on, her cell phone started to blare random polyphonic tones. She rushed her pants on and quickly answered the phone.

"Yo yo yo yippe yo yippe yay?" She said. She always says that to people on the phone.

"Yo Sa. What is up my homie gee dizzog? I just wrote a story! You want to hear it?" It was her best friend, Nina.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Ok. 'She was born in a log cabin in the midst of May. Her name is Pony and her surname is Malta. She has a boyfriend named D.I.Y. InTheSky Rockets. Her favorite animal is a hippopotamus and her least favorite is a turkey without wings. Her favorite color is brown and she has pictures of fairies all over her room. You could say she is a tad obsessed. She has a pet horse that enjoys dressing as a cowboy. She enjoys reading books about washing your hands because she likes hygiene.' Didja like it?"

All Jenessa could say was "Uh, very nice imagination there, Nina."

"Why thank you." She responded enthusiastically.

"So why are you calling meh?"

"'Cause. I can."

"That's not a good enough reason."

"Okay. Would you take the fact that I've been standing on your porch for about three hours? Oh, and could you please unlock it?" Jenessa ran downstairs and opened the door. She saw that, Nina was in fact standing outside her door with paler skin then she normally had and very rosy cheeks. She hung up her phone and closed the door on her. They always did this when one would come over the other's house. Jenessa locked the door again and Nina climbed in through the window.

"Could ya give a girl a break?" Nina exclaimed after she fell right on her face.

"No." She stated simply.

"Well what shall we do on this fine—oh my God. Jenessa, did you just wake up?" Nina had said while we were walking up to my room. She had seen that my sheets were sprawled on the floor.

"Uh... well… in reality, I woke up forty five minutes ago."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Give me pizza?" I asked with all seriousness

"You're mentally retarded."

Heh eheh heh…

Sorry 'bout not updating for a while. After I posted the beginning of this, I was wicked busy. And I do not use the term 'wicked' loosely. First I had to write a four to five page paper on music in the 1920s and then I had West Coast Dance Explosion (which was awesome BTW.)

Also, I have this retardedness that makes me get writer's block after I post the first chapter of a story. Sucky, huh? That's probably why I love one-shots.

And I should give some love to my first reviewer, UniqueStylus! Go read her story now. I mean RIGHT NOW. It is a work of original geinus!

-Sa