DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Jonas Brothers.
A/N Okay guys. First chapter! Read and PLEASE try to enjoy. ;)
"I still don't understand why moving to California is going to help us forget Michael."
I could see my mother's body tighten at the sound of my brother's name. "Grace, we're just making a new start. That's all. The house we bought is wonderful, and the colleges here are really nice. It's just another new chapter in our life." My father was never really a good liar.
The sun glinted through the car window as we rolled down an unfamiliar street. This was all new, and I felt completely lost and lonely as our old blue Chevrolet rolled into a driveway. I was not used to a driveway. I was used to an overcrowded parking lot filled to the brim with small European cars. This was definitely not Germany. "We're not in Kansas anymore." I mumbled, and my mother turned around to shoot me a warning glance with her cold brown eyes. My mother's eyes seemed to loose all of the love and warmth they used to have when we witnessed my 20 year old brother Michael pull out a gun and point it at a convenient store clerk. He was arrested for armed robbery that day. Congratulations Michael! You're prize is ruining your sister's life!
Not bothering to help my parents with the boxes, I sprinted for the door. If this was the hellhole I was going to be forced to live in, I've gotta see it before I complain about it. To my dismay, it was perfect. There wasn't a single thing wrong with this 2-story Californian home. Reluctantly, I dragged myself back out to the car and grabbed a box marked, "GRACE'S STUFF KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF".
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Stupid alarm clock. Do I have to wake up at 6:30 AM? Is that really needed on a Saturday in the middle of Summer? "Grace! Breakfast!" My mother's voice could never had been so annoying. "Why do you like to wake me up at the most shittiest time in the morning?" I moaned as I plopped my little non-existent butt down in a chair at the dining room table. "Watch your mouth." Like that's going to happen. With sleep clouding my gray eyes, I stared down at my white tank top, tattered black basketball shorts, and overused pink bunny slippers. Always fashionable. That's me. Pancakes drowning in sugar-filled maple syrup were placed before me on the table. "Grace! Manners. You've heard of 'em." I stopped shoving pancakes in my mouth and chewed slowly. That's when it hit me. I'm eighteen years old, moderately wealthy, and I'm tired of this house, not to mention parents. Finishing my three flap-jacks, I mumbled something to my parents about going out for a drive and sprinted up the stairs and into my bedroom.
Pulling out three large blue suitcases, I set about unloading the clothes out of my unnecessarily big closet. So here's the plan: I'll pack my stuff, head to the bank, stop at a hotel, then look for an apartment tomorrow morning. Perfect. I'll bet outta the house in no time.
Dragging my fully loaded suitcases down the stairs, I caught the eye of her curious parents. "Grace, honey, baby, what're you doing with all that stuff? Are you going somewhere?" my father, David, seemed frantic. "I'm moving out. I'm taking the car, heading to a hotel, and tomorrow, I'm looking for an apartment. You two have dragged me away from both of my dearly loved homes to 'start new chapters'. Have we started a new chapter? Don't play dumb. I found the brochures you were looking at. Wanna move again? Let me save you the trouble. I'll just be on my merry way." And with that, Grace O'Neil packed her father' car and left, not sure where she was going.
Night had taken the replace of morning as I pulled into the parking lot of The Tower. A shrill whistle escaped my thin pink lips as I cast my eyes upon the insanely tall building in front of my. Swanky. I thought as I parked my pathetic excuse for a car next to some filthy gold digger's Mercedes Benz. Popping the trunk and grabbing a suitcase, I noticed a sign in front of my parking space which read, "Push button for Service." What service. My curiosity taking over me, I pushed the shiny red button below the words. In a matter of moments, a tall muscular man appeared beside me with a tired frown plastered across his terribly tan face. "May I carry your bags madam?" I could easily spot the disgust in his voice as I saw him eye my yellow Paramore shirt, my faded black skinny jeans, and my silver flip flops. "Yes. Thanks." I added as the man grabbed the suitcase from my hand and took the other two small ones in his other hand. 'Ello McBeefy.
After registering a room on the Pent House, -I know what you're thinking. Pent House? Well, why not spend the money I have, yeah?- and after McBeefy, as I now dubbed him this, dropped off my bags and gave me a key, I was tired as hell. For a few minutes I wandered the room, which was painted a dashing purple, in boredom. It shocked me how big a room for one person could be. The lamp cast a dim glow and the round bed in the center of the room screamed the word "SLEEP", and I took the bed up on that offer.
Loud bursts of laughter and the horribly noisy thump of footsteps woke me from a deep sleep. "For the love of..." I moaned rubbing my eyes and stumbling out of bed.
"HEY! Some people are trying to sleep!" Although I was half asleep, my voice rang out loud and clear out my door. "Oh...gosh. We didn't think anyone else was up here, so we were..erm..." said a brown-eyed boy with very curly hair. A taller boy with tanner skin, straight hair, and the same gorgeous eyes appeared next to him. Then another one appeared, as tall as the last but with milky skin, not-so-curly hair and lighter brown eyes came up behind him. Each teenager had a squirt gun and were drenched with water. "Woah! Dude, we're sorry." the tan boy said, obviously trying to hold back a laugh. I couldn't tell if he was giggling at my bunny slippers or my ruined, brown, layered hair. My tips were recently died platinum blond. Is that funny? "Well, I'm sorry if I ruined your fun guys. I'm awake now, so no probs...I guess." I manage to get those words out without yawning. I'm so proud.
Each boy smiled a breathtaking smile with unbearably white teeth. Have I seen them somewhere before? They seemed to know something I didn't. "We're the Jonas Brothers. This is Nick, Kevin, and I am Joe." Joe pointed to Nick and Kevin and then bowed when he said his name. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. How could I not recognize the Jonas Brothers?! That's right. I have 4 hours worth of sleep caked in my eyes. "That changes everything! Kill each other all you want with your baby guns. I'm Grace O'Neil. Hope nobody's bleeding on the carpets." They all laughed, and I felt a blush creep across my face when Kevin winked at me. "Nice to meet ya Grace." Nick's voice was filled with friendliness and killed me to stare into those eyes. Oh those eyes. I was surely wide awake now. "Now Grace, would you like to join us in our war of the squirt guns. We have an extra." Joe sounded like a Game Show host. "Is this what you do with all the girls you just meet? Squirt 'em to death?" Joe cracked a smile. "I'd love to boys. Let me get my game shoes on. Fluffy slippers won't cut it."
A/N Woot! Grace meets the Jobros. Don't worry guys. This will get better. Keep checking in. I'm trying to update every day. 3